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Mary Rose blushed. "If we lock in the local suppliers of urine? Hold it. How do we do that? Who are
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the local suppliers of urine?"
Tracy grinned. "Ted claims that the various drinking houses produce buckets full every day. Currently a
lot of it is being dumped via the sewage system. He reckons he and a couple of the cousins can modify
the urinals so that the urine is diverted into some barrels rather than the sewer. If we offer to make the
modification at no cost in return for the urine, he thinks we could lock in most of the taverns. They'll save
on the toilet tax since they won't be pumping so much into the sewerage system."
"Those years with O'Keefe's are good for something then," Belle commented with a grin.
"Don't forget the papers in waste engineering Ted's done at college. But yes, he's happy to be able to
make a useful contribution to this project."
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Jena, the shop floor of Kubiak Country Laboratories (Jena): A few weeks later
Herr Doctor Phillip Theophrastus Gribbleflotz passed his eyes over the hard-working young urchins he
had recruited as laborants to make the "baking soda" for the American women. He smiled to himself as
he remembered his victory over naming of the product. Who would want to be known as the man who
makes "baking soda?" Sal Aer Fixus, now there was a product to be proud of. Any alchemist worth the
title would immediately respect the abilities of the man who can produce Sal Aer Fixus. Baking soda was
for cooks.
"Hans." His high-pitched squeal penetrated the noise of the laboratory. "Did I tell you to stop grinding
the ice maker?" All eyes turned to Hans, who had hastily returned to grinding the icemaker.
Phillip walked up and down the production line checking on his workers. For a pack of illiterate street
refuse, they had taken to the work well. Most of them didn't understand what they were doing, but they
were all capable of following his clear and concise instructions. At the ringing of a bell, everybody
concentrated on finishing the current batch. As the batch passed from station to station, the youths
cleaned down their work stations before helping other workers clean up. Soon, the batch was finished
and ready for packaging in the fancy new paper bags the Grantville ladies had supplied. Waving his
workers off to the noon meal, Phillip ran a finger over the image printed on some of the bags. A woodcut
portrait with "Gribbleflotz's Sal Aer Fixus" written around the border. The image was very good, if he did
say so himself. The artist had managed to catch his true essence. He appeared suitably regal and
dignified. On the back of the bag there was more printing. There was a list of several uses for
Gribbleflotz's Sal Aer Fixus, including a recipe for the America culinary atrocity they called "biscuits."
He gave the workroom one last sweep with his eyes. What he saw filled him with pleasure. The
workroom and his personal laboratory had been fitted out to his specifications, with a few suggestions
from the Americans, at considerable expense. The Americans themselves had come in and done much of
the work setting up the laboratories. They now boasted "fume cupboards," something that was especially
valuable when dealing with fermented urine and spirits of hartsthorn, and easy to drain hot and cold
baths. There was even running water. Just as long as the tanks were kept topped up.
Passing into the dining room, Phillip waved the laborants back to the important task of eating. He well
remembered the times when he had lacked sufficient to eat, and had insisted to the Grantville ladies that
the laborants should eat as well as he and Frau Mittelhausen. His eye caught on a couple of the laborants.
They were some of his best workers, in spite of being female. If they caused any trouble it would be up
to Frau Mittelhausen to deal with it. After all, that was what she was paid to do.
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