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... cceeded in mass-producing it.

Do you know what tensai is?

It’s a sugar beet that is grown in Hokkaido. f𝚛e𝚎𝘄𝒆𝚋𝚗𝚘ѵ𝑒𝚕.𝑐𝘰𝑚

This area where I live is actually quite far north and it is said that honey is the most common sweetener here.

Strictly speaking, sugar can also be bought in the city but it’s very expensive.

It seems like this was the case in medieval Europe as well.

I also heard that Alexander the Great’s expedition, whether it was a ...

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