The Hague Fort.

The food stall owner, Maraski, wrapped in a linen headscarf, adjusted the damper of the "Haichao Brand Fuel Stove" a little larger, and the airflow was poured in from the air inlet below and into the hearth where the "honeycomb fuel block" was placed.

The blazing red flame on the surface of the fuel block suddenly increased from about an inch to a finger length. It licked a dark cast iron plate erected above the fuel stove, and the grease on the surface of the iron plate "zittered". ring.

There was a good smell in the air, and the little boy Eddie drooled.

In the past two years, the "honeycomb fuel blocks" and "fuel furnaces" manufactured by the Black Ice Distillation Factory have long been sold throughout the Thousand Lakes Republic, and they have also been sold by certain chambers of commerce to the Xinghai Continent in the south, and even the Snow Thorn Kingdom in the far north.

The honeycomb fuel block made of fuel oil, wood chips, resin, etc., emits higher heat when burned, and the flame is more stable. There is no black smoke that can make people's tears, and there is no black residue after burning, and it is clean. It is also hygienic and extremely popular with civilians.

Its cost is not high.

As the Haichao Chamber of Commerce has successively established several black ice mines in coastal areas, the output of honeycomb fuel blocks has also increased sharply.

Today, the price of a honeycomb fuel block has dropped from the original 3 copper nars/block to 3 copper nars/2 blocks, a full 50% reduction.

And the honeycomb fuel block is quite durable.

Take an ordinary family with a family of 5 as an example. For daily cooking and fire heating, only 1.5 honeycomb fuel blocks are needed per day, and the monthly cost is less than 70 copper nars. Most urban families can afford it. This fee.

The stalls selling all kinds of food in the streets and alleys are even more convenient and fast. They can use a fuel stove to walk around with a small wooden cart, and then bring a few honeycomb fuel blocks.

In the past, in order to survive the long cold winter, every household had to store at least thousands of kilograms of firewood as fuel before the first snowy month came.

Civilian families with surplus money can buy firewood in the market, but most civilians are so poor that they can only risk being attacked by wild animals and cut shrubs in the wild.

There are not a few civilians who die every year.

No way, the beasts have to store energy for the winter, and weak civilians are the best targets.

But nowadays, in any town, there are many chambers of commerce selling honeycomb fuel blocks, which can be bought by civilians with greatly improved incomes, without having to venture out in the wild.

This is exactly one of the many changes that have taken place in the way of life of ordinary civilians after Renault descended on another world.

...

"Hey, gentleman, which taste do you want? Fresh or spicy?"

Malaski asked, as he was busy cleaning up a small arm-length "four-clawed black scale".

"Huh! Huh!"

The sharp blade swiftly slashed across the surface of the tentacles of the four-claw black scales, scraping the fine scales and suction cups clean, exposing light gray skin.

The four-clawed black scales were struggling with pain, but Malaski's big hand pressed extremely hard, and the four tentacles were difficult to move.

Eddie was embarrassed by the other party's question, wrinkled her face and didn't know how to choose.

"Half fragrant, half spicy...Is this okay?" the boy's father Bodman said with a smile.

"No problem." Malaski nodded happily, and the kitchen knife in his hand was violently cut off.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

The four tentacles were cut off immediately, leaving a round head, which was discarded by Malaski in the trash can.

"Can't its head be eaten?" Eddie asked curiously.

"That's right." Malaski nodded, and started talking in a whisper, "Because the internal organs of the four-clawed black scales are slightly toxic, if they are not cleaned up, they will make people dizzy and vomit... No one used to Dare to eat this."

"Later, the Haichao Chamber of Commerce built a'Haichao Hotel' in The Hague and introduced a dish cooked by tentacles. It is then that everyone understands that the four-clawed black scales can actually be eaten...

"I have to thank the Haichao Hotel, it gave me the means to make a living... You may not know that I used to be a fisherman, every time I go to sea, I don't know if I can come back."

"Compared with the dangerous and hard work of going out to sea to fish, setting up barbecue stalls on the street is much easier, and there is no danger at all... Now that there are so many tourists who come to The Hague, the money is not small."

"Thanks to the great and benevolent Lord Speaker, he made everyone's life much better than before...May the gods protect him forever, and may he always be the supreme king..."

The tentacles, which were washed with water, rolled on the surface of the large wooden chopping board, stretching and bending from time to time, like an ugly crawler, looking very strange.

This is because the remaining nerves are still controlling the muscles.

"The Haichao Hotel you are talking about is the Haichao Hotel with countless delicacies? Are the tentacles it cooks delicious?" Eddie asked again.

"Of course." Malaski said, boasting, "My craftsmanship was learned from the chefs of the Haichao Hotel... The "Iron Black Claws" I made will definitely not taste much worse than that of the Haichao Hotel.

"Oh, really?" Eddie stared straight at the iron plate, with a huge look of expectation in his eyes.

"Hey, sir, please believe me, it will not disappoint you." Malaski replied very positively.

He picked up a small brush in his right hand, quickly brushed a layer of transparent grease on the surface of the iron plate, and threw 4 tentacles on the iron plate in one hand.

"Zizi..."

The surface of the tentacles gradually turns golden yellow at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The cold wind blows by, taking away the strong fragrance, and the pedestrians hurried on the street, after smelling the scent of roasted meat, frequently look at the barbecue stalls.

"Two gentlemen." With a small metal shovel, Malaski turned the four tentacles one by one, and asked with a smile, "Are you here to watch the'Honorary Nobility Canonization Ceremony'?"

"Yes." Eddie said happily, nodding his head repeatedly, "Dad said that the speaker will be there in person, and we are here to see the speaker..."

Boardman touched the top of his son's head and added:

"Originally, after visiting the'Circular Auditorium' yesterday, we were ready to go back... Later, I heard from the commentator that there will be a canonization ceremony today, and we deliberately stayed for an extra day."

"So." Maraski shrugged, picked up two small glass bottles, and sprinkled the two kinds of spice powder on the surface of the tentacles. "You better go to the'Republic Square', I bet, watch it today. There will be a lot of people at the ceremony..."

He lowered his voice and said gleefully:

"Although it's weird to sell Kinnar directly with the title, I really like the way of the Speaker...Hey, these **** aristocrats, they rely on their own titles, and don't treat civilians as human beings."

"Now only rich people can buy a knighthood... Haha, the speaker of the nobles has almost stepped on the faces of the nobles in the mud..."

"Yes, this is indeed a remarkable event." Boardman sighed, "It is really unimaginable that there are so many nobles in the Parliament that they can pass the "Knightship Donation Act"... really worthy of the Speaker!"

"The civilians of The Hague Fort know that there is nothing that the speaker can't do..." Malaski said in agreement, then looked at the iron plate in front of him, and accelerated his speech, "Two gentlemen, you guys. The'iron plate black scale claws' are baked..."

He turned out two paper bags from the drawer of the trolley, put two kinds of black scale claws into the paper bags, and handed them to the little boy who couldn't wait.

Eddie opened one of the paper bags and blew a few breaths at the grilled black scale claws, before biting it up, his eyes lit up immediately.

"Oh, Mr. Malaski, it tastes great!"

Malaski's old face was full of wind and frost, with a happy smile.