Frontier Lord Starts Out With a Population of 0

With the fur of the wild maids, and the cloth made of it, and the fur of the wolves I have hunted.

I thought it would be enough if I took them to my neighbor and gave them some leaves... apparently Hubert had a different idea.

That's not enough, there's not enough trading volume at all to call it commercial practice.

With that in mind, Hubert made this suggestion to the wild Maires.

'If you call on other maids to collect them, let's just eat more for that, plus extras like salt and sugar.

The more you call it, the more you call it. '

Upon that suggestion, the Maires quickly and exclusively headed outside the village of Ill., toward the wild Maires who would be somewhere in the snowfield: 'Maire!!' And out loud... Then on three days, six families, 18 Maires, came to the village of Ill in search of a temporary place to live during the winter.

Surprised that it wasn't going to come that far, we rushed to ask the Narbants to make yurt building materials out of the excess wood, cloth the woven mayr cloth with a loom, and the temporary residence of the wild mayrs...... no, should we call it the inn, or mass produce a small yurt inn for mayrs.

As a result of the arrival of as many as 20 Maires in total, the consumption of hay and grass cheese has increased considerably... only for that amount of Maires hair will be available, the obtained Maires hair will be washed immediately and clothed by the looms the Narbants made for me... If I snow-covered it and removed dirt, I was rounded up to make it portable and loaded into the luggage that Narbants made for me again.

That luggage truck, built on the premise of replacing the soli plate and the wheel, was also suggested by Hubert… What a tremendous creation it is to continue on the snow with the soli plate until the forest, and if you arrive on the road to your neighbor in the forest, put it on the wheel and continue on the road.

And if the carrier of that luggage is filled with mair cloth...

"… yes, that's why it's business time.

Fortunately, we have a raw merchant in our territory named Ellie, who is good at negotiating.

If you leave it to Ellie, she'll sell it high, and those who can buy it will finish it cheaply. "

When you're ready, and Hubert says so in front of the luggage you're about to travel, Ellie, in winter clothes, sitting behind the luggage carriage deck, speaks up.

"I'll take care of it!

Not only the Mair cloth, but this wolf fur will be sold for a good price!

To be honest with you, it's subtle in quality, but I'm pretty sure it's a rarity called 'Wolf Fur About to Be a Monster', so I'm gonna sell it to some dumb rich guy.

Not a single demon stone could have been taken because of the blame or what... at least I can't do it without making money with fur!

In response to that word, the Narbants, who were making the final adjustments to their luggage cars, nod yeah yeah.

And at the end of that luggage is the figure of the Masti families linked to the luggage… equipped with winter clothes, dragon fangs and dragon scale capes, they will be in charge of Ellie's escort and luggage pulling.

Given the size of the luggage car, I wanted to leave it to the horses if I could...... it is very difficult to secure a horse meal on the road now in winter.

During the winter months, it was decided that it would be better to leave it to the dogs to work well in light, portable meals such as dried meat, dried bread, and sugar and salt.

It's good because this shipment is not that heavy: Mair cloth and wolf fur... if it turns out to be heavy baggage, we'll need to think of another way...

... and when I think about it, Hubert, who became a stiff expression, gives Ellie a pale but serious, powerful voice.

"I seem to repeat it over and over again, but I don't mind running a deficit at all on this one.

I want information on what happens if I feed the Maires and accept their hair for money... and sell it in other territories...

If you start to have a deficit, make an adjustment each time, and if you end up running a black, that's fine... as a merchant, it may be a hard idea to accept inside, but don't try to force it to be black.

The primary purpose of this time is to clarify the fair price of the mair cloth and to create its sales channel… please remember these things "

"Yes, yes, yes, I know you haven't told me that many times.

And if the price of Mair cloth is clear, you'll settle what you call Mair hair and cloth payments in the village of Ill, won't you?

… it seems to have already begun in part. "

That said, Ellie turns her gaze to the wild Maires, who enjoy sunbathing all over the village.

The wild maidens are customers only, they don't name them, they don't take care of them more than they need to... but they may want us to brush them, and in that case, if they give us the corresponding amount of maize hair, we give them conditional permission.

I mean, I can say that I'm paying Mair hair as a consideration for my labor...

"The act of handing out gold coins carried out by Dear Diaz wasn't bad in the sense of a grace award, but it was a failure in the sense of uprooting the monetary economy.

It will be easier for them to understand the payment with a mair cloth that will be home and clothes, closer to them than gold and silver coins.

After this labor, I get this much makeup cloth, and it becomes my own clothes and house.

If those values have taken root, tell them that selling mayr cloth will get you this much gold and silver... you should tell them about money slowly, about the economy.

Don't be in a hurry, you need to teach them to slow down in their daily lives and to keep pace with their understanding and accustom.

Fortunately, the neighbors have a warm climate, and they can get quite a few leaves in the winter - "

It's Hubert's bad habit, that's how the long story begins... the narbants get away from the sleaze and the luggage, and the dogs start moving forward slowly and quietly... the luggage car runs on the snow.

From the top of the running away luggage car, wave back at Ellie waving silently... at least listen to what Hubert has to say about me.

In the southeastern part of the kingdom, Hubert's hometown, cotton cultivation flourishes, and cotton payments are established as the norm: taking cotton and buying food and livestock.

Then he thought that even a Mair cloth should be able to do that... if you do get a certain amount, a Mair cloth that is the backbone of your life, the same could be possible... and if you settle in, you'll be able to make a smooth deal with a ghost tribe or something.

Home and clothing, this is not lost as long as a person is a person, nor is it something of some value that continues to be guaranteed in importance.

That is, because it is worth more stability than just beautiful gold and silver... and Hubert kept talking about it for a while... until the snow began to shake and fell on its head and shoulders.