As a result of confirming the progress of the laboratory, it was necessary to contact each location.
For the glass bottles needed for preserved food development, Mr. Quid.
Regarding the proposed improvement of the water wheel, which is the power of the lathe, in order to hit the shrine's library, Father Yae.
As for the use of alcohol lamps, it is Mr. Quid and Mr. Itsuki.
I wondered from which of these I should get my hands on when I had to go all the way.
We need to cross the shortest distance to reach our dreams.
Which is the shortest distance!
As a result of being lost for a deep moment, I left everything to the other members to rush in a different direction.
Next to the work in the Propulsion Room is the work of the Leadership Army.
My current position is concurrently as the chief planning officer of the Territorial Reform Promotion Office and deputy officer of the Border Guard Knight George. My apprenticeship is off and I'm officially a lieutenant.
Go to the Territorial Military Office in the Reichstag.
This is the room given to Sir George, a heavy town on the side of the military officer.
"Good work ~"
When I open the door, it smells different from the propulsion room, which has a high proportion of women.
Welcome to the garden of miserable men!
"Lieutenant! Congratulations!"
"I've been expecting you, Lieutenant Ash!
A loud voice stood up and thanked him.
They're like people who cut off their fingers and take responsibility. I'm about to be called a young man.
I am afraid of being a young man, so I urge you to sit down laughing.
Sir Georges was absent when we checked the room. There was one person who fell on the desk and could not move.
Since there is no visible abnormality, I ask for verbal confirmation.
"Is there anything you need to confirm first?
It was Mr. Bald Roland who stood up with great momentum.
"Yes, Lieutenant. There are no emergencies. Business is progressing smoothly. First of all, I would appreciate it if you could confirm the case of carry-on food during the expedition."
"I see. Thank you, Roland."
It's a very concise and understandable report, like a soldier.
As soon as I sat at the desk, Mr. Roland gave me the documents that Mr. Roland had put together.
The proposal is to decide how much food to bring when the leader leaves the city, such as patrols and territorial security.
Until now, this part has not been determined by various circumstances and has been operated quite roughly.
When I looked at the warehouse number and the wallet, there was a huge waste.
In an attempt to tighten it up, our George squad was deploying.
"You've been able to determine the average amount of meals per person."
"Yes, Georges, we fought together!
Except for one person who is lying on a desk, there is a fierce smile on your lips.
Looks like there were a lot of uncooperative soldiers trying to figure out how much to eat.
From my position, I look at the faces of the old men who hit my men and nod clearly.
"Your efforts will never be in vain. I'll leave it to you and Sir Georges. I will definitely go through this suggestion."
"Thank you!
"I'll be right behind you, Lieutenant!
"If you call me Lieutenant, I'm a fighter!
I'm happy to trust you, but I'm not going to kill you. I don't deny the possibility of an accident.
"By the way, is Glenn okay? It doesn't seem to be getting up yet."
A person who can't move on his desk. When asked about Glenn, who was assigned to Georges this spring, Roland smiles with his teeth out.
He smiled like a demon who tore a child apart.
"I just worked a little too hard. It's very muscular, so I'll get used to it soon."
"That's right, that's right. When I got the average amount, Sergeant Roland had Glenn do it all by himself."
"It's great to be new. It's a synchronization of the Stray Stone and the Lieutenant General."
Senpai laughs a little too much.
It appears that Glenn was baptized as a newcomer. [M]
Nevertheless, if you look at the letter of the proposal, there are fewer things written in Glenn's letter than the rest of the team.
If Mr. Roland's supervision had been present, he would have taken the field aptitude test, not the bullshit.
Until a little while ago, the Georges were the demons of the Shura world who were doing a crazy amount of work to keep the equipment warehouse in total once a year, so it was just not enough.
Is that what this is all about? Glenn did a good job in his area. "
Glenn is the second brave man in synchronization with our Sons of the Army, but he was uncomfortable with brainwork and fine work.
For him, the task of quantifying the amount of diet of over a hundred leader soldiers by type and finding averages would have been a painful and steep journey.
I want to greatly appreciate the feeling of trying something I don't like.
The bravest man in sync?
My childhood friend. I think I'm going to fall in love with Miss Micah's literary and martial arts.
"Muuu... if Ash praised me, I'd be a bit smarter too."
Glenn brings a dark bear face under his eyes as his praise recovers.
"Yes, it's the result of a genuine effort that I've been making since I was at the military children's club. When I went to practice, people worked harder."
"Haha... Sure, if I were you two years ago, it wouldn't be a very good job, but I can't."
Glenn laughs at his sunburnt forehead. [M]
Glenn was a muscular believer when we met.
I've been yearning for a hero who slashes down monsters since I was a child, and I thought about swinging my sword even though my body is in good shape... no, I swing it before I think about it.
The Military Sons' Association thought it was a place to train meat, not a head.
Not uncommon.
There are many types of Leadership volunteers, and the majority of boys in the Sons of the Army are Leadership Volunteers.
That's why studying in the military children's club prolongs, and the study party hosted by Miss Micah flourishes.
Incidentally, the majority of women attend military children's meetings in admiration of maids. I can convince you that there are many women in the shrine priests and the civilian staff of the Consulate.
Now, I didn't abandon my faith in muscles... but Glenn, who was partially converted, looks at me as he stands up and relieves himself.
"In the meantime, I kept calculating what Sergeant Roland told me, but after all, what do you use it for?
Glenn looks strange with his head tilted and squeaking. [M] I think my shoulders are so tight.
"Oh, no, I know you're talking about food for soldiers going around, maybe. I've been camping a few times, so I think it's good to know how many people are planning to spend a few days."
People who weren't good at calculating were taking a lot of time to prepare their food.
"But if you can give me a guide, I think you just need to tell me. Is there a purpose I don't know about?
"Glenn was on his way. Didn't you explain the purpose properly?"
"I don't think I've heard of it. I may have been told in the middle of the calculation....."
Glenn looks unconvinced. [M] You won't be able to get into my head if I talk to you during a bad job.
As a result of the arithmetic, it looks like the breaker on my head has fallen off.
"Now, let's briefly explain. This time, we Georges were putting together a proposal to eliminate wasteful stockpiles of food."
"Who's gonna take it for nothing?
Glenn's expression makes him look serious with his eyebrows raised. [M] At the same time, it is the expression of knowing the harshness of the flavour of stockpiled food.
"Are you sure you're here? Like taking dried meat like a dead tree or hard-baked biscuits like iron for nothing... you know, who likes it?
Glenn's expression, who suffered from the odor of stockpiling food during camp training, murmured as if he had found an incomprehensible existence.
On the other hand, I and the other members of the Georges team waved their hands and laughed that there was no such person.
"Nobody likes that on a boulder. It's a product that specializes in long-term preservation without thinking about taste."
Especially if you chew the biscuit uncooked, the tooth will break.
It is said that it is very solid and can be eaten with protective equipment.
The soldier's joke was that the hard-boiled biscuits he kept in his pocket helped him by hitting the werewolf's nails.
And biscuits have persuasive powers that don't seem like jokes.
It's so hard. Stiff anyway.
Dried meat is dried meat, salted and thoroughly drained of moisture, which is salt rather than meat.
If you eat it uncooked, it tastes amazing and looks like salted meat to you. The right way to eat is to make a soup.
I can make salt soup soon. You shouldn't think that the meat tastes good. Because it is salt rather than meat.
There are also vinegared and salted vegetables, but this is not a cute substitute for pickles.
Something fermented close to infinite decay.
The warehouse that stores it has been turned into a demonic cave where people faint when they open the door in a circumstantial manner.
Looks like a chemical weapons plant.
I think all of this is below the minimum line for food. This is what happens when you try to make long-term preserved foods with modern technology.
In the first place, these are emergency foods stockpiled for large-scale refugee outbreaks caused by famine and monster damage, when the food in the city that will be the largest shelter runs out.
Among preserved foods, attention to flavor can be said to be at the bottom.
There are rumors that they deliberately make it tasty and can only be eaten little by little. If it's true, I'll beat the developers to hell.
Therefore, it is wrong to use it as a portable food at a better level than eating the skin of the trees around it.
These foods are mainly collected and processed during the fall harvest, and most of them rot in the warehouse.
It is an important mechanism aimed at minimizing the worst damage, but it is too wasteful in a world where lack of food is the cause of death.
It was most natural for the following flows to occur due to the wasteful spirit of the border people.
Throwing food in a boulder is a punishment. Let's use it little by little from the bad ones and reduce it before it rots.
A brilliant idea! Recruit!
But no one wants to eat anything as bad as this, unless they have enough trouble eating it. Besides, if you're really in trouble eating it, how about letting people eat preserved foods with dubious consumption deadlines...?
Don't let them eat rotten food where they're weak. It is bad for a boulder to stab a thorn with a support from the lord.
Then let the tough soldier eat it. They need preserved food when they go out. And this emergency diet is critical, but it's probably a preserved diet.
Military personnel are making sacrifices in that way. Soldiers are tough.
Even one soldier doesn't want to take food close to poison for a hard city camping trip.
Their loyalty is not thick enough to be eaten in silence.
So the soldiers thought.
Let's sell the waste product named this supply and buy food with the money. Better dried meat, hard-baked bread and vinegared vegetables.
Genius! Recruit!
But where do you sell this stuff? Who will buy it? It's a level that hesitates for free.
No, there are still people in trouble eating, and they won't sell. Besides, we're soldiers who keep the peace in the territory, right? He said that he won't be punished for being accommodated a little bit.
That's true, too. If it's cheap, some poor people will starve to death, and it won't sell.
But I knew it was cheap, so I had to sell a lot. I don't know how many to bring out, and I don't know what's going to happen outside of the city, so I'll take it with me.
"In general, the current situation of the leader's carry-on diet looks like this. Frankly speaking, it is a breeding ground for illegal activities such as embezzlement, coercion, and adhesion."
"... I'm sure it's a bad thing, but I can't blame you strongly."
Glenn makes an uncomfortable honest statement. [M]
That's how everyone in the Georges can agree. It is because I can agree that this illegal activity has not been a problem until now.
"In essence, it was a state of silence. That's how bad stockpiled food is."
Once you taste the stockpile, most humans will not be able to denounce this unlawful act of the leadership.
In general, getting permission to take it out is about to rot.
It is only natural that the soldiers were uncooperative in the survey to determine the average amount of meals.
If the amount of stockpiled food is restricted, the amount you get by selling it will be reduced, and if the amount is reduced, you will not be able to buy decent portable food.
"With that in mind, in our next proposal, we propose to stop diverting old stockpiles of food from the leadership's portable diet in the first place."
"Oh, wow, that's bold."
Glenn was surprised and added, "Streamstone Ash."
"The magnitude of the incident is going to be even bigger than we expected."
"Incident?"
I plan and work, but I don't remember causing the incident.
"Big deal. I don't know, but the leader's been breaking the rules for a long time. Can you do that?
"I'm not going to break it, but let's change what's become a bad habit. The person in charge is Mr. Itsuki on behalf of the Lord. It makes sense."
Mr Itsuki is a militarily bright ruler.
I have a good understanding of maintaining the morale of soldiers.
"The problem in the first place, though missed, is this is a fine criminal act. It's a huge problem that a leader who has a role to play in curbing crime is using criminals himself."
"Well, that's true. It feels like it's lowering in any direction."
"We sell stockpiled food to some merchants, so this is also known to our people. What is the difference between an army with a turmoil and a bandit? It's the size of the struggle you exert on your people."
This is not a good idea for maintaining law and order in the Territory. The existence of a criminal creates another criminal.
And the more criminals, the worse the crime.
"Turn portable food into something a little more decent. That alone makes this serious problem easy to solve. Besides, it will eliminate the merchants who have been buying poor quality preserved foods, and there will be no rotten defects from the food in circulation, which will also lead to a healthier market."
Until now, people on the Lord's side have been messing with this, so I fell.
Glenn nodded impressively for a while, but leaned his neck.
"Sounds like a good thing, but is the money okay? Because stockpiled food is collected as a tax, it's kind of free, isn't it? If you start buying it normally in the market, it'll cost you money."
"That's what I care most about in this proposal."
Originally, in an attempt to use limited resources without waste, the portable diet of reserve food was promoted.
It's a polar theory, but not as miserable as poverty. And the peripheral countryside has a market for the poor.
"Sure, it's more expensive than ever. It will be more burdensome."
"Isn't that hard? I don't know the details, but I have the impression that the expensive proposal is difficult to follow."
The image fits.
"So you have to complain that there are many advantages to spending that money on your proposal."
Commercial activities in the territory will become active, right?
Producers are motivated to sell groceries.
We need to buy food from other territories, so there will be more friendly lords.
I can think of a lot of things, and it's free to just say it.
All you have to do is squeeze the downside as much as you can and explain the benefits more comfortably over time.
I'm not lying. The impression on the part of the listener may be a little biased.
"Whatever it is, the lead's discipline and solemnity is the primary goal. There is no indication that the criminals are guilty by custom. The resulting burden can be profitable from a different angle."
Of course, from the scene, you will feel troublesome and oppose changing your habits.
However, if you can realize that the quality of the food you take to the expedition remains unchanged, you will be welcome to sell as much as you can.
If you disagree loudly later, it's probably just people who are abusing their habits and fattening their stomachs.
There are enemies around here, so let me be clear.
At that time, Itsuki was on my side. Be prepared.