Into Unscientific

Early the next morning, William's house.

The warm sun in the winter morning jumps mottledly on the branches, falls from the sky and has a long aftertaste, illuminating every particle of dust in the air, and slightly transpiring the cold night into mist.

Today was the first day of a new week, and William Escue was not prepared for too strenuous a job.

Taking advantage of the warm sun in the morning, he moved his old recliner outside,

Squinting his eyes and wearing a blackened blanket, he rarely enjoyed some leisure.

However, he hadn't been comfortable for a long time, and there was a loud sound in his ears—to be precise, it was the sound of the fence being smashed open.

Everyone knows about fences. No matter whether it is a foreign country or a local country, it can't last long in the face of brute force cracking. It's just that most people don't do this kind of thing under normal circumstances.

It is broad daylight now, even if there are thieves and thieves, they will not run to the door at this time, so in a trance, there is only one thought in William Escu's mind:

Damn, it can't be the Dutch calling here, right?

In 1665, at the middle of the famous Anglo-Dutch War, John Bull and the Netherlands fought a total of four major battles and numerous small battles.

Although Woolsthorpe is located inland, but if the security is not complete, what squad will sneak in to harass the enemy's rear?

Thinking of this, William Escu subconsciously let out a low growl.

He was about to get up and run to the cowshed to use a cow dung stick to be Lu Bu, when a face that was so excited that its facial features were deformed, but its eyebrows and voice were very familiar:

"Uncle William, Uncle William! Wake up! Wake up!"

Seeing this situation, William Escu's head shut down for several seconds, and then his voice suddenly rose:

"Little Isaac? Are you also a traitor to Great Britain?"

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There was a hint of doubt visible to the naked eye on the Maverick's face, but he quickly put it behind him, only to see him gently pulling William's sleeve, and said in a low voice:

"Uncle William, let me tell you, we are going to get rich!"

Being pulled by the Mavericks like this, William also came to his senses, and he frowned and asked:

"Little Isaac, what happened?"

Maverick didn't answer him directly, but looked around vigilantly, raised his chin and looked at the room:

"Uncle William, let's go in and talk."

"What are you doing?"

Without knowing it, William glanced at Mavericks, then at Xu Yun who was following him holding a package, and hesitantly put them into the house:

"Forget it, come with me."

As soon as he entered the room, Maverick rushed to the window, and with a swipe, he lowered a somewhat broken curtain.

After that, it was rare not to chat with Lisa, and pulled Xu Yun straight to the table where he had eaten earlier.

At this time, apart from Xu Yun, Mavericks, William, Lisa and Mrs. William, only Lilani was present among the remaining three sisters.

It is worth mentioning that compared to the last time, this brat seems to be a little more well-behaved, at least there is not much mud on his face.

Then Xiao Niu put Xu Yun's package on the table, quickly took out a few pieces of baked potatoes, dipped them in sauce, and handed them to William and the others:

"Uncle William, you should try this first, Aunt, Lisa, Lilani, you should try this too."

William took the potato, put it in front of his nose, and moved his nose a few times:

"What is this, strawberry jam?"

The Maverick shook his head and turned on him:

"You'll know when you try."

William hesitated a little when he saw this, but out of trust in the calf, he finally ate the half potato.

The potatoes were just taken out of the stove by the calf not long ago. Although the temperature dropped a little along the way, under Xu Yun's deliberate protection, they were still warm and suitable for cooking.

As soon as the sticky potatoes were in his mouth, William's taste buds felt a wonderful taste of sweet and sour.

This smell is not as refreshing as mint, but it can't help but make people feel a little bit happy, and the appetite is instantly opened.

William's left hand and lips holding the potato seemed uncontrollable. Before the brain gave the next stage of feedback, he pushed and bit, and swallowed the whole potato.

Then he chewed the potatoes mechanically, staring blankly at his fingers, which were still stained with a little bright red sauce.

After a while, he looked at the calf and asked:

"Little Isaac, what is this thing?"

The Mavericks didn't give a damn this time, he touched Lilani who was licking his fingers, and said:

"ketchup."

The ketchup Maverick said was not ketchup, but a transliteration of ketchup, so William immediately understood the raw material of this thing, and whispered:

"Tomatoes? God, isn't that stuff poisonous?"

After speaking, he stepped forward, intending to stop Lilani's follow-up behavior.

Seeing this situation, Xu Yun, who had been prepared for a long time, smiled slightly, took the initiative to step forward, and repeated what he had said to Mavericks before.

As mentioned earlier, William is also a graduate of Cambridge University, and he obtained a degree in natural sciences.

According to the popularization of education in 1665, it is almost equivalent to the doctor who graduated in 985 in later generations.

Coupled with some knowledge and knowledge from his fortune in the past few years, William was quickly led by Xu Yun to the same thinking as Mavericks before, and he was successfully persuaded.

"ketchup?"

William glanced at Lilani who was snorting and gnawing on potatoes dipped in tomato sauce, and asked Xu Yun:

"Mr. Fat Fish, you mean this is a special sauce from the East, would you like to share its recipe with us?"

Xu Yun nodded, looking at him calmly:

"Yes, this is a sauce developed by a chef named Yuan Zhou in the East. It is very simple to prepare. If Mr. William is willing, we can partner in this business."

William took a deep look at this young man from the East, with doubts still on his face:

"Mr. Fat Fish, since you have mastered such a technology, why don't you choose to do it yourself?"

"Of course it's because of my friendship with Mr. Newton."

Xu Yun patted his chest, put on an expression that I and the calf were in love with each other, then sighed, and said:

"According to the current situation of the Black Death in London, I'm afraid I will have to stay in Woolsthorpe for a while, and I can't get in touch with my parents for the time being. I can't stay here for nothing, right?

In addition, the market for ketchup is definitely not small, and it may even be European-grade, but its copying cost is too low to be a monopoly.

If I choose to go it alone, I'm afraid there will be a lot of imitations on the street before I can sell it to Grantham.

Instead of making less money by yourself, it is better for everyone to work together to find a way to strive to earn more guineas during the cracking technology window period. "

After saying this, Xu Yun looked at William calmly and stopped talking.

There are some truths and some falsehoods in his explanations, not all lies, and not all of them are facts.

The fake part is naturally the reason for showing the technology, and the real part is his judgment on the copy market.

At present, in the UK—or in other words, all European countries except Italy and Spain, the biggest barrier to the production of tomato sauce is not the formula, but the inherent concept that tomatoes are poisonous.

The method of making tomato sauce is actually very simple. You only need to boil and mash the tomatoes first, then add sugar, salt and blending oil (Xu Yun used butter at the beginning), and slowly stir according to a certain proportion.

This kind of technology is not so outrageous that it can be deciphered in a day or two, but the level is only two weeks.

After all, if it is really a complicated craft, Xu Yun can't do it so easily, can he?

Once the perception of tomatoes as poisonous begins to shift, ketchup will be everywhere in a matter of days.

Just like local Liangpi, the national Liangpi market is definitely not small, but have you seen any person or company monopolizing it?

In some small counties, you can even see "Shaanxi Liangpi" speaking the local dialect.

This is the inevitable result of the absence of technical barriers, and it is also one of the reasons why Xu Yun chose tomato sauce:

The taste of ketchup is innately compatible with Europeans, but due to the short copy window, the time to make money is relatively limited.

In this way, the living conditions of Mavericks and William's family can be improved, and the future life trajectory of Mavericks will not be skewed.

Switch to other things with technical barriers-such as soap or airplane cups, and if you don't keep the Mavericks, you will be in the eyes of money for the rest of your life.

The line of sight returned to the house.

Looking at the ketchup in front of him, William thought for a while and said:

"Mr. Fat Fish, I have no objection to doing business together, but the specific share ratio"

"Mr. William."

Just when William was about to discuss the distribution of benefits, Xu Yun suddenly interrupted him:

"Mr. William, we can talk about the proportion of the share later, because we still lack one person, an indispensable partner."

Hearing this, William and Mavericks looked at each other, and Qi Qi asked:

"who?"

"You think."

Xu Yun pointed to the ketchup on the table and explained:

"For the two of you who have read books, you have to be guided to figure out why tomatoes are 'deadly', so what about ordinary people?

With the knowledge reserves of those common people, I am afraid that they don't even understand the reaction that acid can dissolve lead. How do you persuade them to buy tomato sauce?

Just because the taste is in line with your preferences? This is obviously impossible, no one wants to die for a little delicious food. "

Xu Yun looked at the two thoughtful people in front of him, smiled and spread his hands:

"So we must find someone who is highly respected and can gain the trust of others with the simplest words, for example."

"Pastor Arlin of San Tidodia Church."