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To a certain extent, the cost of making a can¡¯s glass bottle is actually no cheaper than the pear or meat inside.
In this era, no matter how large-scale production is, the cost of glass bottles is not low.
However, there is no solution.
The method adopted by canneries is recycling.
??In other words, the cans are sold, and when they are finished, the glass bottles are recycled at a price of five cents each.
For many people, buying a can is expensive, but they can still return the bottle after eating, which is acceptable.
For ships going to sea, cans and bottles can still be recycled, as long as you remember to bring the glass bottles back when you return.
But usually, these glass bottles are thrown back into the sea.
Because for the returning ship, every loaded space is precious. Some can be piled with gold and silver, and some can be used to store spices. This glass bottle takes up a lot of space, and even if it is recycled, the value is not high.
The profits from sailing are too great, especially when the fleet finds a new route.
At this time, Zhang Chen was huddled in the stern of the boat, while his mother-in-law and six-year-old child were squatting in the corner.
He is the most ordinary military household, an ordinary young man from the Weili in Laizhou, Shandong. He is a family of three. All of them have sallow complexions and thin muscles. They used to be fine. But now after taking a clean bath and putting on new coarse cloth, the bruises on their faces are no longer there. More revealed.
He received six cans and looked very defensive, as if he was afraid that someone would snatch them away.
Looking at this crystal clear thing, as soon as the thing was put away, the mother-in-law was still wiping her tears.
It¡¯s time to go to garrison again.
I still don¡¯t know how painful it will be. I heard that when Emperor Taizu Gao was around, a distant relative of mine followed the Duke of Guizhou to Yunnan and stayed there. After a while, there was no news about it. Later, when I asked about it, Fang found out. Zhi had already contracted a serious disease and died, but he had a child. Later, the child suffered a rebellion from the natives and died in the rebellion.
This is a very long time ago, but for many women, leaving their hometown and garrison in the far west is almost a disaster.
Although you can sometimes hear rumors of sudden wealth overseas, this thing is, after all, far away.
"Okay, don't cry. You, a mother-in-law, only know how to cry." Zhang Chen looked impatient.
The woman was still weeping, wiping her tears, and said: "I heard that three or four people will die on this road, and the dogs are still young On this ship, if you offend the Dragon King, you will be yelled at every day, and at the earth. The earth is not functioning well, and I don¡¯t know what it will look like.¡±
Zhang Chen was very irritable. In fact, he was more scared than she was. But now, he could only embolden himself: "The Duke of Lu is one of our own. My eldest father once worked with the Fang family and even had a marriage relationship." Bing, didn't Duke Lu personally board the ship? He's not afraid, so what are we afraid of? Oh, why can't this be turned around?"
As Zhang Chen spoke, he twisted the lid of the can as hard as he could, grinning with all his strength.
The mother-in-law cried again: "At home, I can still have a mouthful of hot rice, but on the boat, I eat this."
Zhang Chen was extremely irritable: "Is that our home? How many acres of land do we have? That is the land of hundreds of officials above, what does it have to do with us?"
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The can was finally opened.
Seeing that it seemed to be full of meat soaked in sauce, Zhang Chen poked his head, and his son Gouer hurriedly came over, salivating, wanting to eat.
Zhang Chen looked cautious and said with a sullen face, "I'll eat first."
Let¡¯s talk, he picked up something that looked like a piece of meat with his fingers, and then he gently took it into his mouth
¡°Suddenly¡the taste of the sauce was surprisingly good.
Usually, there is not much food in the health center. Most of the food grown must be paid to hundreds of officials. It takes half a year to be full and half a year to starve. It¡¯s good if you don¡¯t starve to death
Immediately, what Zhang Chen felt was a fresh and tender taste. He took a bite and shuddered involuntarily. The piece of meat slipped into his throat without enough time to chew.
Zhang Chen suddenly felt distressed because he had never eaten anything like this in his life.
"Come on, dog, come and have a taste."
Zhang Chen quickly picked up the meat slices in the can and carefully handed them to his son.
The dog hurriedly stuffed it into his mouth. He was very hungry and chewed desperately, like a hungry wolf cub.
"It's delicious, it's delicious." The dog ate while staring at the can.
?Looking at the couple holding their child on the pier, he wiped away his tears and wanted to cry, but when he looked around, he saw the generals, Xu Jing and others, all looking at him with red eyes. .
Fang Jinglong did not let his tears flow. He raised his head and faced the sea breeze, holding the sword at his waist. The imperial python robe on his body and the crown on his head were particularly heavy under the blow of the sea breeze.
He said angrily: "I have been ordered to go to sea to explore the Golden Continent. In accordance with God's will, I will attack the rebels. Today, the army is setting sail. From now on, all the three armies will be controlled by me. You must obey my orders."
Everyone put away their tears and turned towards Fang Jinglong, clasping their fists and saying, "Yes."
Fang Jinglong said: "Sail with me."
"Follow your orders!"
Fang Jinglong said, but couldn't help but look back with infinite nostalgia, and saw that the land that gradually disappeared between the sea and the sky had slowly disappeared.
In his ears, he seemed to hear his own grandson howling like crazy.
My heart hurts like a needle.
Suddenly, he thought that it seemed that he had forgotten a traditional project and actually did not recite a poem!
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