Chapter 85: 85 Episode 74: Raccoon dog at a sugar factory

We are now at a sugar factory in the 40th district. but...

"It's a very big factory,"

I'm a little surprised that Jeanette is next to me.

In the past, Jeanette used to cook at the Yodamari-tei every day. Rainy and windy days are open all year round. ...though I was absent from the renovation.

Therefore Jeanette couldn't go anywhere.

That's why he came with me to Forty Ward.

"It's kind of exciting to be able to see the inside of course.

She's like an elementary school student who came to see social studies with her big eyes shining.

Do not speak loudly and never run inside the facility. And don't touch anything in the facility.

--I remember being told so much that I couldn't bear in mind. a factory tour

I went to see a candy factory, didn't I? Did you get candy on your way home?

"Ah... well, actually, I've been so excited since last night that I couldn't sleep at all."

I know

I could still hear the sound of walking around at a time when I would normally have been asleep.

However, I confirmed that it was quiet, so I'm sure you went to bed before me.

"I'm sorry. I'm afraid I've been selfish."

"No, it's fine once in a while. Rather, if you don't change the way you can rest the dining room in moderation, the Yodamari-tei will not last long."

If you don't leave it to Genet all the time, one day you'll fail.

Jeanette just gets sick and can't open the store.

So we need to get used to it little by little.

so that anyone other than Jeanette can manage the store

And so that Jeanette can accept the situation.

I think you've been worrying about Yodamari-tei all day today. Well, that can't be helped.

"...are you all right, Mr. Magda?"

That's quick.

"It's all right. I've limited the food I'm going to cook, and I've done the preliminary preparations. He'll do well for the day."

"Yes, sir," I'll believe you, gentlemen."

Today, Loretta and Delia were supposed to support Magda.

Delia has spoken to me about treating me to sweets later on.

The fruit mitsumame has been completed. ...I was making sweet bean paste, but that's what happened after a lot of work. ...that's surprisingly difficult. I can't offer you such a half‐baked food. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Is it red beans? Is it compatible with red beans? Brown sugar didn't taste as expected.

If I could get the white sugar, I could even make bean jam...

"Upper white sugar... I hope it works out."

"Well, I don't expect much,"

I've been to the factory today and I don't expect sugar to be available any time soon.

I just wanted to get the trigger for everything.

The slightest opportunity to break through the current blockade.

"Oh, are you the people that Assund said?"

Looking up at the factory, I was approached from behind.

Looking back, I saw my thin, frivolous brother standing.

have dark eyes ... a raccoon? It looks like an ordinary person, but only around his eyes is black. It's a strange look. ...is he a feminine man in the race of beasts?

Also, what bothers me is that this brother has a slender plant stem in his mouth.

In the past, the chief cartoonist used to pick up mysterious leaves, but... that's how it is it?

"Oh, this one? This one, sugar cane." I've been spoiling "Shigande" for a long time and time again.

I get the impression that I'm flippant and frivolous as if I were a host somewhere. ...I feel something very fishy. What's wrong with him?

"Are you Percy Layard?"

"Yes, that's right."

Smiling frantically, Percy puts out her hand.

After a brief handshake, Percy frowned for a momentarily.

"Ann, artisan?"

"No. I'm an employee of the cafeteria worker.

"Are you in charge of peeling potatoes or something like that.

"I'm in charge of management strategy."

"Well... my hands are thick,"

Don't look at the details of this guy.

He may have asked for a handshake to probe it. Is it too much of a thought?

"Are you... a raccoon?"

"Yes, that's right. Now, why don't you stop with Mr. Percy? It's like a 'ee!'"

He doesn't dress himself up.

freedom in a sense

rudeness in a sense

Either way, he seems to be a man who holds himself firm and unshakable.

"Well, I'm Jeanette, the manager of Yodamari-tei."

Jeanette puts out her hand, saying so.

"Oh, no. I won't shake hands. My hands are dirty right now."

`Oh, my dear fellow.

"Why, your hands are dirty and you don't like it, do you?""I don't like it! I love it as if I were born and raised in a sterile room!"

"Hahaha, it doesn't suit me,"

...he's such a rude fellow to the bitter end.

"Actually, I just picked radishes in the field."

"Are you in the garden?"

"Oh, I can't live properly in a sugar factory alone."

Huh?

"Isn't the sugar factory for aristocracy?"

"That's only a handful of factories above,"

give a wry smile to one's teeth

The flickering hands... certainly had dirt on them. on one's hands

When I looked at my hand, I saw that it was black with earth. ......hey!

There are three radishes on the monkey. They are all skinny and unflattering.

With such thin radishes, 'daikon feet' would be a compliment. It's white and thin, isn't it?

However, the radish is covered with dirt, so only a part of it is white on the leaf side.

"Brother, have you got a visitor?" ... Ah."

A girl emerges from the factory.

She looks very naive, with triangular ears on her head.

Maybe it's because she's wearing simple clothes... she looks like a country girl who goes out to the city and gets tricked into a mess by a bad host.

Yes. He's thin, flaky, half-faced... he's the kind of person who could be fooled by a guy like this Percy, for example.

"My dear lady, this man is dangerous. You'd better stay away."

"Well... that's my brother...?"

"Oh, my God. Are you still mad at me?"

No. I'm just trying to straighten my path so that my naive daughter doesn't waste her life by paying tribute to a bad guy.

"Well, you two are brothers and sisters, aren't you?"

"Oh, my sister, though she's quite years apart. With Mab?"

...Mub it.

"Yes, I think it's very strange."

Can you get through?

Mabu means "cute" used by Yankee in the 80's.

Forced translation magic is a magic that never lets you forget your playfulness.

"Molly, you go home and wash these radishes."

"Well, but..."

"That's all right,"

Percy glanced at me.

...what? It was a watchful glance.

"Because you're cute," I don't want to show it to other men."

"Ciscons!"

"Is that so? Is it bad?"

Not bad, but.........

"Are you going to serve all the radish tonight?"

"No way. I'll eat one and save two."

"How?"

"Well... it's normal." Wash them, and let them lie in a cool dark place."

"Yes, you will,"

"What's wrong with you, sweetie? You don't know that?"

I look at Jeanette.

Jeanette looked troubled for a moment, but shook her head to swallow what Jeanette was about to say.

"Now, what do you care about radishes? Take a look at the factory. I'm not so free as to say so."

"Well, by the way, don't you want one of those thin ones?"

I pointed to the thin sugar cane that Percy had been gnawing at.

"Well, that's impossible. You can't give sugar cane to outsiders."

"Well, that's too bad."

"Well, give it up,"

a muddy hand patting me on the shoulder

Stop it! My clothes get dirty.

"Ah, Mr. Jiro," My clothes...

"Ah, I'm sorry!"

Percy seemed surprised at Jeanette's words, perhaps because she was doing it right.

Then, he scratched his head and explained in a flimsy manner, "Tsuya, tsuya-tsuya."

"Ah, Mr. Percy! There's mud in my hair..."

"What? Oh! Oh! Oh, "Oh, my God!"

...is he stupid?

...…………………… is a trick that makes you think.........no, it's not.

That's what happens because I do something I'm not used to doing.

"Brother, here, give me your head.""No, that's all right. I'll do it myself."

"You can't do it because your hands are covered with mud."

"Oh... I see. I'm sorry."

"Brother, you promise not to say that."

Are you a poor tenant?

"Mr. Jiro, too. I'll drop the soil."

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Jeanette goes around behind me and pays me the dirt with a gentle touch.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Jeanette," I'm just like this...

"What? What should I say?"

After all, will you pick it up for me even if I act rashly? Well, there's no way there's a historical drama in this world.

"It's expensive just to ask for sugar cane,"

Jeanette giggled, jokingly speaking.

"Well, it's a good example of not being greedy."

"Not at all,"

"Are you so interested in sugar cane?"

"Ah,"

I smile at Percy, who has participated in this conversation. 　

... a little provocative, smile.

"I'm interested in how sweet sugar cane is when it hasn't grown well."

"...what?"

Percy's expression clouded over.

A slight animosity turns on us.

Sugar cane accumulates sugar in its stems by exposure to sunlight. In other words, the bigger you grow, the sweeter you grow. I was a little interested in how sweet sugar cane it was before it grew up, but it's a shame."

Percy's smirk vanished.

It looks like you've been hit by a sore spot.

Or did you take me for a second?

as we did in our first handshake

Do you want to find out what you're going to do again?

"Brother... he..."

"Molly, you go home."

"But..."

"That's all right,"

"I'm worried because you're stupid."

"That's too harsh, you!"

Suddenly, I could see the casual expression of my brother and sister... and immediately return to the grim expression.

"Don't worry, go home."

"...yes. Don't be crazy."

"I know,"

Molly walks away from Percy with a radish with dirt.

Once she pats her face with a dusty hand, Percy tries to make a cheerful voice.

"Oh, you've shown me how embarrassed you said.

That's too early.

Have you constructed an excuse yet? You... you're used to telling lies.

and the last line of lies that doesn't fall for the Spirit's Judgment...

"As you say, he's not very sweet," But it tastes nostalgic to me. It's a habit [a habit] to pick this up. And it's not that it's not sweet at all, is it?"

Percy says to me, flicking his fingers on a thin stem stuck in his mouth.

You must have judged me to be the one to persuade you.

"I've been poor since I was a kid. For me at that time, I was still impressed with the sweetness. You know the stringiness of a man who has no money."

I've told them in advance that I'm a resident of the 42 wards.

That's why you know.

"So, well, I'm not lying. Please understand. He didn't mean any harm."

"Well, Mr. Jiro..."

Jeanette gazing at me anxiously at Percy apologizing.

I know. I'm not going to make a mess of it.

"No, I'm just really curious. I thought there was a special sugar cane in the 40th district that was sweet enough even before it grew up. But it doesn't seem to go so well."

"Hah! There's no sugar cane like that,"

"Oh, that's too bad."

A slight smile softens the atmosphere for a moment.

I was then led to a sugar factory, but there was no one inside.

The sugar production line was lined up, but there were no employees there and it was quiet.

"I'm sorry. I really wanted to show you the workscape, but sugar cane didn't come in. The factory is closed today."

In a large workshop the size of a gymnasium, there are narrow rows of long desks, large camados, and huge pots.

All of them are now on standby.

"How long haven't you had sugar cane?"

`It's been about three months now, you know, and you've offended the noble greats?'

Percy says with a fed‐up look.

Three months... ...but I think the temperature in the room is high for that's why. Not long ago... that's the slight warmth that we've had here until yesterday.

Besides, the tools are too clean.

The factory is closed, but do you clean frequently? Is it just my brother and sister in such a big factory? Or do the employees come to work and clean even though the factory is closed?It'say

There's one conclusion.

This factory was in operation. Yesterday... at least three days have passed since it stopped.

Percy is trying to hide it.

"Even if you have such a large factory, what you do is simple."

Percy explains as he walks around the factory.

"You grind sugar cane, you collect juice, you heat it to make crystals, you remove impurities, you heat it again, you filter it, you crystallize it... and it turns into sugar."

The manufacturing process is surprisingly simple.

However, technology is required there, and it is impossible for amateurs to imitate it.

With all this equipment, it's only possible.

So it's no problem to teach others.

There's no way to steal technology.

"Well, that's the place, do you have any questions?"

"If you can't see the work, I can't listen to it anymore."

"That's true. The timing was bad."

"Oh, my God. I'll come back again. Jeanette."

"Yes,"

"Shall we go?"

"Yes,"

Deciding that there was no point in staying here, I decided to take Jeanette away from the factory.

"I'm sorry I couldn't show you much,"

"No, you showed me something nice,"

a look of relief on one's face

Finally, we shook hands again and left the sugar factory.

Leave the factory... and hide right away.

"Well... Mr. Jiro,"

"There are too many strange things,"

"Yes, sir,"

hide behind an alleyway overlooking a sugar factory

There's something secret in that factory.

And Percy was desperately trying to hide it.

There were too many lies.

"First of all, that radish."

"Yes, if you want to preserve radishes, it will last longer if you don't drop the soil. Moreover, since leaves absorb the moisture of radishes, it is common practice to cut them before preserving them."

"And he said he would lay it down and save it."

Long, narrow root vegetables such as radishes and carrots should be kept standing.

Can you just say that you didn't know anything?

I can't believe my siblings, who are poor and living in poverty, don't know how to preserve their food.

"And the decisive thing is the muddy hands."

Percy's hands were stained with soil.

"But isn't it because I've taken out the radish?"

"Genet, what do you do when you pull out the radish?"

"What do you say?"

Jeanette also grows radishes in her home vegetable garden.

Remembering the time I pulled out the radish, I answered my question with gestures.

"Take the root of the leaves and pull out the radish root with the soil while rotating it to the left."

Radishes grow their roots "spinning" as if they were chasing the sun. In other words, it's stuck in the soil, twisting clockwise, like a drill or screw. ...and of course not twisted enough to be seen by the naked eye.

Therefore, if you rotate the radish counterclockwise as if you were pressing the soil with the roots of the leaves, it will come out easily.

"A turtle,"

"Well, it's relatively easy to get out of here."

"And when does the hand at the base of the leaf get dirty?"

"Oh...?"

Percy's hands were "too dirty" with dirt.

"Didn't you remove the dirt from the radish?"

"It's lucky, but daikon radish and earth. You didn't pay me."

"Well, then, dig in the ground with your hands..."

"Don't you know how to remove radishes from a poor family garden?"

"...that's strange,"

"And he wasn't used to getting dirt on his hands."

The reason why I touched my head casually and got my clothes dirty is because I didn't do anything to get dirt on my hands. What he didn't do or shouldn't do when the mud got on his head was out of his mind.

"That's enough evidence to think that he's been pouring mud on his hands."

"I see..."

In other words, Percy has never riddled with farmwork.

Maybe it's all up to my sister.

However, he acted as if he had pulled out.

It was probably designed to convince us that there was no gold in this sugar factory.

Why did you do that? There's only one answer.

There is a way to make a profit that you don't want others to know.

Inside the factory, it felt like a rush to shut down what had been in operation.

These guys are making sugar.

But for some reason we don't want to know about it.

If we find out, we may get some sugar.

You may be able to find the trigger you thought you might not be able to find.

With that in mind, I was looking at the sugar factory.

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