This will all make sense shortly. Since winter is no longer resulting in the mass extermination of my citizens, I'm facing my next challenge: proper expansion. Populations in Patron grow very slowly, even with a pro-immigration policy in place, so even if I research and build new production buildings it's hard finding workers to assign to them. I simply don't have enough people in my village to staff all those new jobs unless I pull them off other jobs, and pulling people off wood-cutting and coal-mining duty means winding up with a bunch of dead, frozen peasants when winter arrives. Been there, done that.
Researching and building stuff also costs gold coins, and I'm pretty cash-poor at the moment. After building a dock and upgrading it, trade ships visit a few times a year so I can sell my excess goods to the world outside my village. But I'm not happy with the profits. Most goods I'm producing—things like iron, lumber, apples, venison, and wheat—sell for 1 gold per unit. A couple others, like eggs, leather, and oats, sell for 2 gold per unit. And there's a 10% tax on everything I sell.cheap new world coins
I find the drop-down menu in my bakery that lets me change production from bread to cookies, but I realize it's gonna be way, way more complicated than that. Cookies require flour, made from wheat in a windmill, which I already have working so I can make bread. They also require eggs, already being produced by my small chicken farm. The secret ingredient, however, is cherries. I have no cherries because I have no cherry trees. I don't even have cherry seeds, because I haven't researched them yet.
But that 7 gold per batch of cookies is so tantalizing. If I could roll out lots of cookies I'd be trading at a huge profit. And the trader ship can carry 300 units. Very suddenly I've invented my own quest, not just to bake and sell cookies but to fill an entire ship from stem to stern with 300 units of cookies. The trade ship will creak under the weight of my mighty baking! I will build a cookie empire. This I swear on the bodies of my dead, frozen peasants.