industrial lord

Chapter 39 For Healing
"Frederick, do you want to build a glass workshop?"

Frederick stopped the knife and fork that was cutting the roast chicken with rosemary, and looked at the Grand Duke of Mainz warily.

Dahlberg said kindly: "Don't look at me like this. I am Maria's godfather, and you are Maria's good friend. You are considered my junior. It is right for elders to take care of younger generations."

Frederick said directly, "No money."

Dahlberg was speechless.

Now Frederick really has no money. The gold beads originally used as the first-level reserve fund at home are almost used to dig canals, because the gold artifacts used as the second-level reserve fund by Weissenberg University, disaster victims, and newly opened factories are also fast. sold out.

The business tax of the Wessen Territory is specially used to pay the expenses of the Wessen Territory government department personnel, the Wessenburg City Defense Force and employees, and the bonus paid at the end of the year is still from the gold coins brought by Armand.

After some calculations, after saving some money for a rainy day, there is not much money left.

Although glass products make money, the initial investment is also a lot, and the unplanned money cannot be used.

Dahlberg thought for a while, and then said: "It doesn't matter if you don't have money, I can lend it to you without interest, and I will pay you back when I make money."

Frederick took a sip of the juice without any haste, put down the glass without speaking, and just looked at him quietly.

Dahlberg saw that the little guy was so wary, so he explained patiently: "I want to build a glass mirror workshop myself, and Philip is the governor of this workshop."

"I have a distant nephew named George who has loved making glass since he was a kid."

"However, George and Philip have some conflicts, and he wants to make his own way. I want him to go to your place."

Frederick picked up a knife and fork to cut off a piece of chicken and ate it, thinking about the doorway behind it.

Dahlberg's words should not be trusted entirely. The so-called "distant nephews" in the mouth of the nobles are generally illegitimate children. I am afraid that it is false to have conflicts with Philip.

Judging from the name, the mother of this illegitimate child is not a local yet.

Frederick thought about getting involved in the glass industry, but his priority was not high. Nuremberg, not far away, is a glass production area with a long history. It cannot compare with them in terms of the technical level of workers, raw materials and sales channels.

Now that there is the slime glue industry, the priority of the glass industry is even lower.

Just when Frederick was about to refuse, Sophia suddenly coughed violently, her whole body was bent so that her head seemed to touch the ground, her hands pressed tightly on her cramped abdomen, and she was a little out of breath.

Philip immediately took out a medicine bottle from his wife's pocket, helped her up and fed the medicine into it.

Maria jumped out of the chair and came behind her mother, patting her back sadly.

Sophia stopped coughing not long after drinking the potion, and sat on the chair panting heavily.

Dahlberg frowned and asked, "Is that medicine useless?"

Philip said with a sad face: "Drinking a bottle of medicine used to work for two days, but now it only works for half a day."

Dahlberg sighed and said, "Take her to rest first."

Frederick frowned.

At first he thought that Sophia was suffering from consumption, and the symptoms were similar, but the disease was not contagious, and there was only one patient in the castle.

It's just that he is not familiar with the medical skills of this world, so he can't help much.

Philip and Maria supported Sophia and left, leaving only Frederick and Dahlberg at the table.

"Oh..." Dahlberg sighed, "How can such a good baron suffer from such a poor disease?"

Seeing Frederick's question mark, he explained: "Sophia's family's territory is nearby. She is an only daughter. After marrying Philip, the two families' territories were merged."

"Her family has a copper mine, and she has never had to worry about food and drink since she was a child. Who would have thought that she would suffer from this kind of lung disease that only poor people have."

Frederick asked, "Is there no cure for this disease?"

Dahlberg just shook his head slightly, raised his glass and drank the cider in one gulp.

Frederick thought for a while, then raised his head and said to the Grand Duke of Mainz, "I agree to the glass workshop, but I have one more request."

Dahlberg asked, "What request?"

Frederick replied: "I want a craftsman who can grind lenses, and lenses like telescopes."

Unexpectedly, Dahlberg shook his head and said, "I don't have such a craftsman. Grinding lenses like olive stones requires high technology. You can look for them in the Kingdom of Sardinia. The telescopes are imported from there."

Frederick could only say: "Thank you for letting me know."

He had just thought of a microscope, which might be the way to discover what caused Sophia.

For glass production, under present conditions, he also knew to remove air bubbles by adding arsenic and stirring.

There is no need to think about float glass. The protective gas required by this process cannot be solved by him. At most, flat glass with uneven thickness or waves can be produced by rolling the dough.

On the contrary, you can study glass products such as bowls and dishes by using molds. The overall profit of the mid-end market is not worse than that of the high-end market.

The lens grinding craftsman can ask Katie to help him find a way. If he can find it, besides microscopes and telescopes, glasses can also be considered.

It's a pity for Frederick. The current light magic is focused on healing, lighting and creating phantoms. It would be convenient to use the magic of light refraction.

Psyche hasn't mentioned how the light element stimulates cell growth.

After the two of them finished their dinner in the dining room, they went back to their rooms to rest, and their subordinates would handle the affairs of the glass workshop.

Frederick wrote a letter to Katie in his room, asking her to help find a craftsman who could grind lenses.

After writing the letter, he began to meditate at the desk.

There is only a layer of window paper between the microscope and the telescope, and it will appear sooner or later. It may not be feasible to make a lot of money by relying on this.

Sophia's condition is not optimistic, and the lung disease may become incurable when it gets worse. If I slowly develop the microscope, I'm afraid there will be too little time.

In the end, in order to get out the microscope as soon as possible and increase the possibility of treating Sophia, he decided not to engage in any monopoly business.

The little master Tarot saw entered the daze mode and gently helped him prepare the parchment, pen and ink, poured another cup of tea and put it next to him, so he can leave work early today.

Frederick began to try hard to recall the content about optics in junior high school physics, preparing to summarize and improve the existing optical knowledge, and at the same time use mathematical tools to guide the research on lenses and propose the principle of microscopy.

Judging from his experience with the scholars at Weissenberg University, scholars in this world have a strong desire to study unknown things, which should allow them to devote themselves to the study of microscopes.

(End of this chapter)