Since then, Father Volke has faced the ancient language with fierce momentum.
I was careful not to go back to the old bereaved priest because if I left him alone, he would eat and sleep and cling to his desk.
Thinking is dull and inefficient when I don't sleep well.
If you don't eat rice, your head will rotate poorly.
The threat that life expectancy will shrink is ineffective.
Well, on average, life expectancy is too short, and morbidity is too high. I also nod that I might die tomorrow, so I'm going to have to go all the way today.
Compared to my previous life, I am so aware that I am prepared to do so.
So, around the time of spring, there was more field work and a few leisure hours.
"Hey, Ash! If you have time to read a book, help! If you're reading a book, you'll be lazy! Lazy people don't have daughters!
When my father David interrupts my reading like this, I'm ready to be killed... and I think I'm going to roll. Yeah, that's right.
Of course not.
I can endure it now...
"Yes, Father. What can I do for you?
Answer honestly and smile at my father.
"Looks like the Quid guy's here. Let's take the harvested winter wheat."
"Oh, Mr. Quid. Is that the time?"
Mr. Quid is a peddler who goes to this village.
It seems that there is a big city about half a day away by carriage from this village. I've never seen or gone, but maybe I have.
At that distance, the farmer would take it directly to the city and sell it at the morning market, but for some reason it hasn't been done.
Instead, peddlers like Quid buy crops in the village and sell them in the city. The village also sells goods collected in the city. Money seems to be exchanged in the city, but in the village it is close to bartering.
As merchants enter, crops are bought cheaper than they are sold in the city. Otherwise, the merchant's profits will disappear, and I can't help it because I can't eat it.
So, why are you asking pedestrians to pay the hassle?
"Hey, Quid. I hope the monster didn't do it again."
"Haha, I'm confident in running away."
Can you tell me about this conversation between my father and Mr Quid?
I don't understand.
I don't know, monsters are a metaphor for perverts and bandits? Or is there something more terrifying than that?
Though I have heard about it, I am troubled by the way in which I cannot distinguish between threats for education and attention to real threats.
I don't want you to talk about child deception on serious questions. Well, that's because I'm a kid...
It's time to read not only funny stories, but also books that understand the common sense of the world.
A little too many mysteries about the world.
There are also cases of ancient civilizations. It may convey the wisdom of making life easier.
Put the winter wheat wrap in front of Mr. Quid and have him check the volume of the deal.
"Yeah, it's good wheat that's stuck. If that's the amount, how about four copper coins?
I don't measure dullness, but it's the usual thing.
The unit of weight seems to be decent, but I don't seem to carry the gauge on purpose. If you make a mistake, the deal is made with a degree of credibility, beyond the fact that you refuse the next deal.
Quickly, my father picks out four pieces of copper.
"How much is the salt this time?
"Twelve iron coins in one pot. I knew the price would go up in winter."
In this case, the salt that has been scraped in the pot is given to the carry-on container. The journey is heavy with wheat for sale, and the journey is heavy with shopping like this.
Twenty pieces of iron coins are counted as one piece of copper coin. Does the fact that the monetary value is stable mean that there is no gold?
From the point of view of civilization, it is also strange that it has become a monetary economy.
"I can't help it. What's your usual herb? And a grindstone."
"Fifteen seasonings for the usual set. There are eight grindstones. Is the medicine on time?
"Ah, yes... the heat and cooling decreased during the winter."
"Eight pieces of iron in one bottle."
Father roars with a difficult face and glances at a pottery bottle.
"This beer is twenty pieces of iron."
Overnight treats are fairly affordable. It's not impossible. It is different from homemade ale made at home.
In this case, homemade ale is not worth more than a water substitute. It may be said that the water in this village is worse than the free water, because drinking it is dangerous.
In other words, even if you drink homemade ale for free, it is a subtle taste.
By comparison, the alcohol Mr. Quid brings is authentic. It is a substitute for drinking and enjoying.
In villages with little entertainment, delicious alcohol has the power to drive people crazy. In any world, if you say so.
"I don't know if I can miss it. Just a little bit."
"What, you can still buy it?
No, that's right.
On behalf of my pathetic father, I refer to one of the products I have arranged.
"If you don't buy your cloth before you drink, your mother will be mad at you."
"Hmm? Oh, I see. Haha, Ash boy is clever."
A cloth is not a fine thing. It is a bundle selling of slices of fabric used for tailoring in the city and not much.
Still, there are plenty of ways to tie up tight clothes, connect them to rags, or stick them in the gap in the house.
"Could you put a needle on? I want two."
"Come on, kid. A bunch of cloth is ten pieces of iron, two needles, six pieces of iron."
This is a must have shopping. It is correct to leave it as cash for emergencies.
My father is always trying to buy alcohol, and his mother scolds him for buying it several times. I'm on my mother's side.
Father, a man of unsatisfactory human temperament, unwittingly sends his gaze to the wine bottle.
"No?
"I'm still studying a lot, so I'm starving to death."
My father, David, shrugs his shoulders to Mr. Quid, who pulls his lips and shakes his head.
The merchant's eyes sneaked up on him.
"Nevertheless... this liquor will rot if you don't sell it in a good place. I don't have anybody else to buy it, so I'll give you a bonus."
"Really!?
"It's special, David. Never tell anyone you gave it to me. We can't do this to everybody."
"I won't tell you! Oh, thank you, Mr. Quid."
My father has a cheeky face, and he spends all the money he would have saved.
"Is that okay, Dad?"
"Shut up, kid! This is what men do!
That makes a lot of sense. I have to say, yes.
Well, I know it hurts to need that kind of healing. Better get mad at your wife later.
"Is this good for Quid?
"Ha, the merchant can't sell what the customer decided to buy."
"No, I'm asking Quid about the price."
"Hmm? Well, honestly, you can't sell it even if you take it back to the city. Besides, it's going to hurt by the time we go to the next store."
Really?
And that's not the end of your case, Merchant Quid.
I've been waiting for this time.
Imagine the taste of the trapped prey and my mouth relaxes naturally.
Gently walks by Mr. Quid standing behind the merchandise and whispers to his ears.
"Wrong price, Mr. Quid."
At that moment, Mr. Quid's facial muscles did not move. But I definitely stopped breathing.
"Hmm, what are you talking about?
"It's not like you're calculating fast. The total value of our purchases, excluding alcohol, should have been 59 pieces of iron."
Salt was twelve, seasoning was fifteen, grinding wheels were eight, medicine was eight, cloth was ten, and needles were six, for a total of fifty-nine. Definitely.
Meanwhile, the price of winter wheat is four copper coins and 80 iron coins. Even if I buy alcohol at a reasonable price, I get change.
As a matter of fact, I was alert to the suspicion that Mr. Quid was making a mistake a while ago.
When I was dealing with a small number of customers like I am now, I heard a lot of Mr. Quid's calculations wrong.
At that time, I thought I was counting wrong because it wasn't even my shopping. But I learned that it caught me, so I tried to check Mr. Quid's calculations afterwards, and it was soft again.
It must be a convicted criminal. I was deliberately hanging out with people I couldn't calculate, so long as there were fewer witnesses. However, since all the villagers meet the latter conditions, they are almost indiscriminate.
Again, my father David cannot calculate. Besides, the purchases are small and unnecessarily complicated. That's why you won't find out if you give me a piece of iron.
I suppose that's what you thought. But I'm sorry. The boy with David can calculate it.
Why don't I recite Kowloon to you? I don't think you understand.
"So? Shall we check together the price of the product we bought? Would you like to make a fool of yourself by raising the price of one of the items?
In my whisper, Mr. Quid's eyes show a strange light. You must have found a way to deceive me.
I won't let that happen. I won't let you escape, my prey.
"By the way, this is a public conversation, but I am entertaining with Father Volke. If I'm a bad liar, I'm sad and I have no choice but to pray to the temple."
The priests of the Temple Church are influential in taking charge of the coronation.
If the word of suspicion against the peddler is released from the mouth of such a priest, the credibility that rises to a high position will fall to the ground.
Buying and selling in this village, where few people can calculate, is based on the trust that the merchant side will not lie.
What happens if the trust is damaged?
You will never agree to the deal again. There are a lot of other peddlers.
If Mr Quid has screwed up, an alternative merchant will come to meet the demands of this village. Dealing with the new peddler will enable the village to live the way it has always lived.
I didn't do that until now because I thought Quid was less likely to betray me than I was to deal with a new peddler with no track record.
"It's okay. Mr. Quid just made a math mistake."
Gently, I judge with a caring voice.
Of course. I am now Mr. Quid's best ally.
I'm the only one who realizes that he made a mistake in his calculations. If I keep quiet, I can help this trusted businessman.
"All human servants are mistakes. Even if it was a skilled merchant, once or twice... yes, I was wrong when I was Joyle. Was it Mr. Van the Hunter before that?
I told him that I knew he wasn't the first offender, and now Mr. Quid's face has changed.
Even if you're not so scared, I'm on your side, fufu.
Of course, I know that Mr. Quid will turn pale.
Because a merchant who betrays his credibility is only the lightest punishment if it is done to that extent, such as when he is definitely turned down first...
So, what are the other punishments?
To put it simply, there is a punishment called lynching.
It is still better to be crushed and driven away by stones, I don't want to say, but the probability of being killed is also high. Even if you don't have to be killed, I don't think there's anywhere in your body that you should be.
Such customary laws exist in the border countryside, where there are no courts or jails.
I don't think it's anything special. Even in the memory of the previous life, it was not until modern times that torture was eliminated from punishment of criminals.
Perhaps Mr. Quid's head now imagines himself surrounded by villagers.
"Quid is a trusted peddler who has always been good to the village. So I'll leave this in my chest."
"Oh, really...?
Laughing with a smile to reassure, I promise a pathetically threatening merchant.
"So, please be a good pedestrian who will continue to trust me."
If you let me trust you, you don't have to be a businessman trusted by the villagers.
You know what that means, don't you?
I tilted my neck and checked, pulling my face towards my ear so that my father wouldn't hear me. Fortunately, that seems to have been enough for Mr. Quid, who was a businessman.
"Ah, oh boy - no, Ash-kun, thank you for the funny story. Well, I have to thank you for something."
I look at the bundle of cloth I bought earlier, and then I look at the twinkly raised cloth fabric.
It is a cohesive fabric that is small but looks like a scarf or a handkerchief.
"I wonder if this is good, Ash-kun?
"Are you sure? This is a nice thing. I'm sure your mother will be pleased. Thank you, Mr. Quid."
It's a deal.
I don't intend to ask for a discount in the future, so I want you to rest assured. It would be good if you could trade at the right price.
Well, if you'll be careful, I'll be honest with you. Because I'm still nine years old. If an adult spoils you, you can spoil it as much as you want.
When I summarized the purchase with a faint face, I told my father that I didn't know what had happened, with a clear face.
"I told Quid something interesting about reading a book. I wonder if this was also a worthwhile item for a merchant. This fabric is for that."
"I see. What's it like?
"No matter how much Dad, I can't talk about this. I sold it to Mr. Quid. If you're worried, buy it from Quid."
My father seemed to care a lot, but I didn't want to hear about it until I bought it.
Well, I don't think they're going to sell me as much money as they want.
"More than that, Dad."
"Nah, what?"
"Sure, reading a book doesn't make the field any better."
This is a real blow, so I tell my father with a smile.
"By reading a book, you can delight your mother. This is something of great value."
At this time, my father stared at me with the face of what he was saying.
They still don't understand the book's gratitude.
It's also a matter of time. It was only a few moments before my mother got angry knowing that she had gone home and bought a piece of bronze wine.
My father would be deeply grateful to me for handing over the high fabric to calm his angry mother.