Perhaps even Neferry was still asleep when I got out of bed and went down to the kitchen. I've got a guy to meet.
"Oh, Mr. Jiro. Good morning It's early today."
There was, as usual, an early riser in the kitchen. I'm worried if I'm getting a good sleep.
And in front of Jeanette, there's a bird.
"Well, I thought Jiro was definitely an oversleeper. I've reviewed it."
It smells like Showa, and it's a nephry.
...can't you beat a chicken, or get up early.
"Look, Mr. Jiro," Today's eggs are this big."
"Isn't it amazing?"
Jeanette and Neferry show me a basketful of freshly harvested eggs.
Eggs and slaughtered chicken meat are delivered to Yangdaljeong via a garbage collection guild, not through a peddler guild. This is based on the initial contract, where we are given priority in delivering the necessary amount of eggs.
I've been talking to Assault about this area and he's accommodating me.
Food is also being sold wholesale to garbage collection guilds from Mormat and Delia. Otherwise, I can't donate.
Naturally, they also buy ingredients from Assund.
They settled down in their present form after many discussions to avoid making a profit or loss for each other.
However, in the event of a poor harvest due to a change in climate or a disaster, we will respond accordingly.
So the guy I want to see is the ass.
"Is Assault here yet?"
"No, not yet," I wonder if I can come soon..."
"Sorry, sir,"
"Oh, if you say so,"
Smiling, Jeanette walks out into the courtyard.
We used to exchange food in the front yard, but since the pantry was in the courtyard, we built a kitchen door so that we could exchange food in the courtyard. ...the umaro...
Therefore, basically, we communicate with vendors in the courtyard and kitchen.
"Oh, that's unusual. I can't believe I can see Mr. Jiro."
A piggy face looks at me with a nice smile.
This guy has rounded up a lot since the Ano incident. ...in body, but in character.
They stop deceiving people, and rather they actively listen to other people's problems and give advice on how to solve them.
They say, "I learned that if I imitate Mr. Yashiro, my business will go well." But... I don't give advice to others.
"Ascent, do you have sugar?"
"Yes, I do. It contains high-quality brown sugar..."
"Oh, no. It's white sugar. Or granulated sugar."
"…………………………………… … … … … …"
Ascent's face draws blood.
".........can I be ripped up? If I were to root out high-quality sugar to Mr. Yashiro... ...I would go bankrupt."
"You have a bad reputation!"
Who's going to wind you up?
"If you have one, I wish you would sell it." I'd like to hear the market before that."
"The market price? Is that so?" the market price?"
You must have been very relieved. It looked like a broken tape recorder.
"If it's white sugar, 10 grams is 80Rb."
"Foolish Connoyaro!"
"But it's still the best discount!"
The way Assault is scared is serious. I'm sure the word is true.
What's that... It's not the price of seasonings, is it?
Suppose you use about 100 grams to make a cake... 800Rb in one hole, cream and fruit, plus tax and profit... 3,000Rb, I'm not going to eat dinner on a fancy cruiser...
"It's too expensive..."
"It is said to be the food of the nobility,"
Wipe the sweat off your forehead and Assunt replies.
the food of the nobility, you know...
"Well, Mr. Jiro. If it's sweet, isn't it enough, for there are brown sugar and honey?"
"Well, I'm not inconvenienced, but..."
You can't make my own cake, can you? Then...
Speaking of cake, strawberry shortcake!?
If you don't follow the basics first, there's no way you'll develop in the future!
The amount of wheat seems to determine the tax, so I'm going to focus on rare cheesecakes and Mont Blanc someday. Then use rice flour to reduce the use of wheat.
But first we have to make strawberry shortcakes!
That's because strawberry shortcakes are the most delightful cakes!
First of all, you have to be happy with your appearance.
And you have to be happy with the word 'cake.'
In order to do this, you can't miss the strawberry shortcake.
To do so, white sugar is necessary.
"If this happens... I'm going to push sugar cane farmers, and I'm going to show them my skills in garbage collection guilds..."
"Oh, I don't think so,"
Before I take action, Assunt stops me.
"That's the food of the nobility," It is cultivated on farmland controlled by aristocrats and distributed by aristocrats through peddling guilds. There's no room for others to interrupt."
"Is that so?"
"Well, even if you manage to get sugar cane, only the sugarmakers can refine it." And if they don't get sugar cane from the nobles, they won't be able to make a living... we have no choice but to share sugar with the nobles as they like."
I've been sipping all the sweet juice... just sugar.
"I've never eaten sugar either,"
The neferry bends its beak into a chevron. ......you're dexterous, man.
"Do you have a ginette? Something you ate?""A few times when my grandfather was there... not at all these days."
"Oh, yeah. It's too expensive.
"It may be unavoidable under such circumstances." ... oh, but... Then why is brown sugar in circulation?"
"That's because it's refined in large quantities in the process of cultivating sugarworkers."
Ascent answers Jeanette's question.
They're probably refining large quantities of brown sugar in the process of nurturing artisans who refine white sugar.
Brown sugar is in stable circulation, though not cheap. It's not an affordable price.
It's called "super white sugar produced by top‐class people" versus "super white sugar made by top‐class people." Those that are below the second-rate ones will never be distributed."
More than apprenticeships, it seems to be made by sugarworkers below their masters.
"Well, the sugar-makers must be busy protecting their livelihoods, so I'm not sure if they'll cooperate."
Assund says the sugarmakers are divided into groups, each with its own factory and its own sugar refining.
It seems that the sales price can be determined by each factory, and they sell wholesale to the peddler's guild at a price that is more profitable depending on the amount of production they produce. It seems that over‐the‐counter sales in factories are also permitted.
So what's the problem is...
"There's no sugar cane coming in." In order to raise the price, the nobles give only a very small amount of sugar cane to the factory."
Doing so limits the circulation of sugar and increases prices. The higher the price, the higher the price of sugar cane, and the aristocracy can profit. It is also possible to keep sugar out of the hands of ordinary people and monopolize it among aristocrats.
It is said to be aristocratic food because aristocrats manipulate prices and make them food for the enjoyment of the aristocracy.
"If some factory were to cut prices for the common people... sugar cane would stop coming into the factory one after another." Even so, aristocrats want to monopolize sugar. Not only in terms of profit, but also in terms of consumption."
"How could you have done that?"
"Maybe you think sugar cane will dry up. It takes a lot of farmland to grow sugar cane. Therefore, if the land is devastated by some kind of damage... it will be difficult to restore the sugar cane fields next time."
"Do you constantly hesitate to distribute because of a poor harvest that might come someday?"
"Well, sugar is a captivating seasoning."
That's stupid.
There's an idiot.
There's a fool in the bag.
"Close it up with a peddler's guild, and confiscate the sugar cane."
"You don't know, sir, that the head of the peddling guild is a nobleman?"
"What, then? The peddler's guild won't work for the common people?"
"I don't say it's the whole thing," The bottom of us is profit‐oriented. Ah, it's always trust-oriented."
That's a lie!
He looks like a bastard.
"But it is very unlikely that a peddler's guild will put pressure on the nobles."
"You must put pressure on the lord,"
"That's true," How many nobles do you think there are who can't become lords? If a lord loses the trust of the people and is expelled from the lord's seat, chances will come to other nobles."
"Did the lords continue to be pushed up by other nobles?"
"It's the destiny of those in power."
Is this city made up of churches, royals, lords, and other aristocrats who were aiming for their place, devouring the blood tax of the common people?
Well, none of them are good.
"But this ward is very comfortable to live in, isn't it?" There are times when people in the city are always nice people, but what should I say?"
The referee is scratching his head for words.
I don't know what to say, but I'm wandering back and forth from side to side.
-- you must have forgotten what you were thinking about on three steps?"
"It is one of the characteristics of this ward that you can concentrate on your work. Many wards suffer from heavy taxes or are obliged to serve in the army."
"Yes! That's right. We can only do our own work, so we can use our time effectively, and our taxes are very low, isn't this ward?"
"You may call it extraordinary. Well, but..."
Assunt looks at me meaningfully, and there he interrupts me.
Forty‐two wards are the lowest wards. That alone gives us a discriminatory glance from other wards.
"From the other wards, ""It's only natural that it's cheap." That's not a place for people to live."
Those who don't think so are people from the 42nd district and some people from the 40th district. and only those, like Assund, who are involved in the Forty-two wards of business.
"The lord here is working very hard,"
"I think so, too. I haven't really thought about taxes, but it's all thanks to the lord's hard work."
Being able to care less means you're not suffering from it.
It's hard to recognize that normalcy is the norm, but it's a pretty happy thing.
... not so long ago they were desperate to live. It was very unusual.
That's probably why you can see how grateful the present 'normal' is.
Neferries are especially sensitive, I guess.
"The lord of the Forty-two wards is a singular being. He thinks of the people of his territory above all else, gives priority, and tries to make his territory richer by cutting himself off. Ah, the lord of the Forty-Ward is quite a fine fellow, but he is no match for the lord of the Forty-Ward."
"Are you complimenting me or making fun of me?"
"It's a compliment that says, 'You're stupid.' It's actually stupid. I can't believe I cut my own pocket money to save others from hunger."
"What? Uh...."
Jeanette distorts her expression at Assent's words.
open one's mouth in a slightly bewildered atmosphere
"Is it stupid to do something for others? I think it's a great idea..."
The devout al-Vistan Jeanette probably doesn't understand what Assund says.But that church you believe is profitable by monopolizing the staple food.
"To be extreme, if there was only one piece of bread when everyone was starving to death, who do you think the lord should give it to?"
"It's... divided equally among you."
"Then we'll all live a little longer, and then we'll be wiped out."
「…………」
I used to say something similar to Yaplock, a corn farmer."
"First of all, the leader should survive. Otherwise, the Forty-two wards will perish. With a lord, at least 42 wards survive. Even if we can't save those who are starving now, we can take action to keep those who are starving. If you look at history in the long run, it is right that you can act like that."
It's all over the place in the wind... It's no use talking about it.
"So the lords of the forty-two wards are stupid and stupid."
"...but..."
"But 'as a human being' is the best."
`--?!?'
I'll tell you what Jeanette probably wanted to say and what I wanted to hear.
There are times when I want to think so, not reasonably, but as a creed.
A lord who tries to protect his people at the expense of himself. It's not a half‐hearted struggle. You may lose your life, or you may be kicked off by another nobleman. Still, I think it's cool to have a lord running around wanting to enrich his people."
"Yes, yes! I think so, too.
"That's why I'm saying Assault," It's a compliment called 'You're stupid.'"
"…I see. That's what it was."
However, the practice seems to protect the people of the domain, and it can be said that it actually puts them at risk.
If Estella's house was kicked out of the seat of lord and dragged down, and the new lord came to rule the 42 wards, the people of this wards would go bankrupt all at once if he suddenly said, "Twice the tax."
It should be remembered that there is such a danger.
In order not to do so, it is necessary for the people of the domain to protect the lord.
Well, I'm going to help you as much as I can.
"But I don't want you to push yourself too hard,"
"If the lord does anything rash, I'll move."
It's not my wish that the 42 wards should be ruined.
"I'll protect him,"
At that time--
Shhhhhush!
I heard a loud noise in the dining-room.
"Why, what's that sound?"
The referee stretches out his head and looks around.
Oh, my chickens in elementary school used to move like this. . . . . .
It's not time to indulge in nostalgia such as
"From the dining-room,"
"Oh, I'm going to see it."
We all look at each other and head to the dining room.
There...
"... well... well..."
There was Estella, who had fallen wildly over the surrounding table.
"What are you doing, my dear?"
"Oh my gosh!"
Leaping over the collapsed table, Estella retreats to the corner of the dining room.
Stop it! The table falls down again!
"Hey! Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey! Bo, I'm going to have breakfast with everyone for the first time in a while... no, I'm going to help you with your donation... I got my work done yesterday and came here first thing in the morning, but nobody came out when I went into the dining room, and I could hear something talking in the kitchen, so I wonder...." Well, it's hard to think of eavesdropping!'
You chewed a lot for nothing, Konoyaro.
"... How long have you been listening?"
My cheeks are slightly warming up.
"What.........what a.........the lord of this place is the best man."...from around."
You've asked me.........!?
"And you know... "He's me... he's... he's... he's... he's... he's... he's... he's... he can't say any more!"
"Oh! Estella!"
Holding her face, Estella runs out of the dining room at full speed.
That's exactly what it is like to escape from a rabbit.
His red ears seemed to be trailing a red light at such a speed.
"...what on earth was it?"
「…………」
I couldn't even say, "Well,"
d*mn... Estella... ...the timing is too bad.
That's what I can say because I haven't heard it myself... Don't ask me that!
Neferry peeped into my face struggling to deal with this frustrating feeling that I don't know what to do.
"Is that Jiro? Isn't your face red?"
`Nothing!'
"No, but. Give me your forehead."
Then Neferry sticks his forehead to my forehead.
Bird's face is so close!? It's kind of scary!
"Oh!? I'm sorry, I just... I'm embarrassed!"
Holding his face, the referee runs out of the dining room at full speed.
That's exactly what it is like to escape from a rabbit.
The speed was so fast that I felt like a red tosaka was trailing a red light.
But I don't care about it.
I don't care.
"Oh, my God. I'm envious of the bustle and bustle around Jiro."
"Oh, ass. I'm going to make you cry.
"Hmm... I'm scared." By the way, would you like to go and see the sugar cane fields once? There is a large farm in the 16th Ward."
Sixteen wards are as far away as forty-two wards are.It would be useless to go all the way to see it if the aristocrats were in good care.
"I'd rather see the sugar-maker nearest me,"
"Then there is one sugar factory in the Forty-Ward," Shall I write a letter of introduction?"
"Oh, please,"
"Well, I hope you will accommodate me with the reward when the sugar is cheaper."
"...it's just a piece of course.
"I'm a merchant,"
I got a letter of introduction, but he wanted to talk to me first, so I'm going to visit the sugar factory tomorrow.
I'd like to take a look. I don't know if there's any breakthrough... If there's nothing else, I'll go to the sugar cane fields...In the 16th leg, a day trip might be tough.
The day ended without much progress.
And that night... he came again.
"Good evening, it's me."
"Natalia... It's not my routine to come here in the middle of the night."
"There is something I really want to ask you,"
"What's this time?"
The head maid stands in the garden of Yodamari-tei in the middle of the night.
I don't know if he's a hard worker or a laid‐back man.
"Actually, my daughter started to make nonsense such as, 'Let's destroy this house and build a sugar cane field for the people of the domain! It's okay! No matter what difficulties we face, there must be someone somewhere to protect us!'"
"Hey, you're losing your respect."
No matter how disappointing or flat‐faced you are, you are a daughter. Don't forget there.
"And before I thought, 'What is the cause?' I came to your face for an explanation."
"Tie Estella up, and lock her up in the storehouse for a few days. You'll be quiet in time."
I mean, Estella. You've been listening to me for a long time, haven't you?
Oh, my God... You've got a little hard to meet, haven't you?
Let's act alone for a while. I thought, "Let's do that."