Free Life ~Record of the Struggle of a Different World General Merchant~

"The Zipanian Village Earnings Party?

"Really? See, the village of Zipania is nothing but rice..."

Here's what Caorle, who was opening a stall in the lower district, said:

Caorles The village of Zipania, where the Rockyards originally lived. It is a water-rich riverside village situated about ten days south of Gran Feria on a carriage. Originally, the area along the Tenu River, a wide range of rivers passing through the village, has long been rich in rice cultivation, so much so that merchants went out of their way to buy rice from neighbouring countries as well.

The village of Zipania, inhabited by Caoru's grandfather, Yahiko Lockyard, is also one of those villages that does not leak into such examples of areas around the Tenu River and does US works. The rice of Zipang brought by Yahiko is grown by all the villagers, and they live fine as a sale.

The villagers of the time, mainly Yahiko, plowed the paddy fields, planted seedlings of Zipang rice, and the moon flowed for more than forty years.

However, Zipang rice, with its high moisture content and distinctive viscosity, is not suitable for Paelias and so on, and is poorly received by traditional cooks and upper classes, who are still unable to sell it at such a high price that the village becomes wealthy. Like switching to existing rice, there can be no rivalry for large production areas that are highly regarded in terms of quality and quantity.

So the action taken by the villagers was to earn money to the big city of Gran Feria during the fallow period, and the opening of the Mampu pavilion, which profits from wholesale rice without passing through the merchants.

Even now that we have been able to build a pavilion in Memoriam, it is only a few if we distribute the profits in the village. Somewhat, although I can say that my life has become easier, I still couldn't help but make money.

That is why the "Zipanian Village Earnings Party", formed by the men who earn money, had a great say. There is only one wish for them. It's about earning enough money to live a rich life as soon as possible to go home to your wife, who waits in town.

There's no way they're gonna miss the success of the pavilion. When they realized that the food was profitable, they came to the conclusion that the second store was impossible or stalled.

"So, you mean you're out of the street on a test basis?"

"Yeah... I took care of the Zipanian Village Earnings Party when I built the pavilion, and I couldn't say no... haha"

Caorle, laughing bitterly, said everything about the situation. I think it would be a good idea to set up a stall to earn money. Because when it comes to popular stores, you want a profit that is not comparable to hard work, etc.

Even so, the toothless wickedness of Caorle's words. That's......

"But Caorle, the villagers, you ever let a stall out?

As far as you can tell, the village of Zipania is a land with few livestock and only rice to make it famous. Isn't it difficult for people from such villages to cook dishes that are common in large cities, rich in seasonings, spices and mountain delights?

Besides, even if the stall opens, it seems easy at first glance, but some know-how exists. Simply showing products side by side on an unadorned display table seems to lack the power to attract people.

As soon as I pointed that out, the brunette cried woefully.

It was an illustration.

"That's it!"! Even though people from the village, including me, never pulled a stall, "If you're doing a fixer, you can afford it." People from the earnings club threw everything from merchandise to the store opening process!

Perhaps he opened the stall with the appearance and the degree of knowledge he heard from the guests of Mampu Pavilion.

Caorle's stall is just placing a basin with a clean cloth on the horizontal table and arranging a grip of rice over it. On its side is one handcrafted sign that just scraped wood and wrote letters in ink.

Instead of selling the product, this seemed difficult to even get to people's attention.

"Well, that was a disaster... are you selling rice balls?

If you step in any further, you will be overheard with stupidity. Having so decided, Guitar tried to change the subject from the stall itself to something sold in the stall.

But it was apparently a mistake, and Caorle leaned down more sunken than he had earlier, poking out only two fingered hands.

"Huh? What? Pieces?"

Without even opening your mouth, one hand is squeezed over your knee, and there's no way you're going to sign a piece or anything. And while I know that, I'm like, "Is that a piece?" I asked because I don't want to admit the fact that I noticed right after the earlier inquiry.

Two raised fingers. Display of grilled rice with only two spaces available. The answer derived from it is that…….

"Just two..."

The answer was just as you expected. If this was Ni X, he wouldn't have had to remember strange guilt, pity, etc. But when the number sold since opening the stall was ni, I didn't even know what words to use.

"Uh... you know..."

He was blind to the prestigious, and pulled back without even the strength of the hand he offered, and a caorle that rubbed his nose and circled on the chair.

"I knew I couldn't do a stall... I haven't been out of town in a year, have I? I've never been to a street before..."

It was clear to everyone's eyes that there was a considerable amount of her spirit in tears in her dark eyes and mouthing stupidity rather than speaking to anyone. Perhaps, in addition to unfamiliar street work, unsold products and this cold sky exhausted her heart.

Caorle exposes herself not to be sneaky to see. Guido, who couldn't resist the appearance, suggested something with his head behind his back.

"Ahhh, should I help?

"What...?

"So, stalls. I'll help you."

Something about a day in mid-February that still doesn't loosen the cold. The store owner of anything, rarely, had decided his next job for himself. Yumiel, who stood aside without words, said, "... you've grown up," with a handkerchief in his eyes?

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(Wow, duh, what do I do...!?

When I realized the sun was going down, I rushed back home folding up the stall. The basket in my hand was packed with lots of unsold rice balls and heavy, but that wasn't what was bothering me.

"Oh, welcome back. How was the stall?

I know your mother has spoken, but it also goes from ear to ear. Put the basket on the table with Dosun and head back to his room in some sort of unconscious footsteps.

"Yeah!? There's so much left! Funny, a beautiful girl gripped the rice balls, I can't believe the guys wouldn't let it go..."

"Did you find out I was holding it too...?

"Huh!? S, where is the spy......!?

Even after closing the door of the room, I can still hear the noise of your fathers. That doesn't sound like a word that makes any sense either. Still, it's going to get in the way of my thinking, so I fall into bed with a boss, put on a futon and shut it out.

In doing so, it is Takahiro's words that come back to life in his ear earlier.

("I'll help you" … "Let's scout the market" …)

You can no longer watch me unfamiliar with the stall, he offered to help. As a start to that, tomorrow Sunday, he invited me to know with his own hands what things were being sold in the stalls and how they were being sold.

(But that's...)

Older men and women walk the holiday stall streets...... maybe that's a date to hear rumors......?

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!"

Earlier, he pressed me to "do that," and I snorted, but if you think about it carefully, if you look from the side at what we do tomorrow, it's a date from wherever you see it. When I'm aware of that, I kind of get blood on my head. I can't stop, me rambling jittery with a futon on.

"Yeah! That's right! Think of it as a date, so you're going crazy! Even Takahiro didn't mean it! Ordinary mind, Ordinary mind..."

After cleverly rolling around on a bed that wasn't even scattered wide, I concluded so. Yes, yes, that was a cordial offer... the rush of a man and a woman, I can't believe it didn't matter.

If I were too conscious, I would be bothering Takahiro as well. Tomorrow, let's go to the street feeling the way we always do.

"... but"

Now, I'm kind of worried about the clothes I'm wearing. Thick brown clothes, brown mufflers again... underwear made of yarn, dull pants. The ones I use a lot are kind of weird right now.

"Mother."

In the end, I decided to ask my mother if she had any more clothes.

I wasn't sure why I felt that way, even then.