Isekai Ryouridou

Business Day 7.

To Yamil-Sung and Tae-Sung, who came at the same time yesterday as they were pronounced, I stuck with the terms from here.

"Yeah. To help the women of Lou and Rutim, hey....... of course I was going to get the help ladies out of the Sung family, was that a useless care?

"No. Still, it's difficult to cook for more than 80 people, so we'd like you to lend us all the manpower you can from the Sung family."

My guests were just running out of feet, so me and I-Fa decided to leave the stall and relate to the Sung family messengers.

I also cooked the meat from "Myrmu Grill," so five or ten minutes wouldn't be a problem.

"It's just that the pivotal Mida-Sun isn't attending the Parents' Conference, is it? Does that mean we have to cook until the minute for all those living in Sung's settlement, not just the people attending the Parents' Conference?

"I wasn't thinking about that. If only we could make it for the people gathered at the Parents' Conference and the rest for the people in the main house."

"No. Then let's take it up to the minute of the division. If you can afford as many as 40 horns and fangs, that's about what you deserve."

In Sung's main house and division, it is uncertain at the moment what relationship is being built.

Then it would be wiser not to bring bias to knowledge, was the conclusion reached in the discussion now in the morning.

"If we even fit into Sung's division, it's bound to swell up to about 120 people, right? Is that okay with you?

"Yeah. Instead, my cooking takes time. If you would allow me to start work from Jomtien, and yet which ladies with ten people to accompany me, it would seem possible...... how about it?

Yamil-Sung, with a thin laugh, presses silence.

In that head, what the hell kind of calculations are patrolling - breathing with just my mouth whenever possible, I even wait.

This was all it was, like, a little torture for me.

This way, when I left the stall, the strange smell of this woman became so clearly perceptible.

Of course, it was any, hiccup smell that could be ignored without even being conscious - but once understood as the smell of blood, it is no longer something that can be ignored. To be clear, just being facing each other like this is going to make my chest sick.

I think it's probably the first time I've been born that I resented the sharpness of my sense of smell so far.

"... Fine," Yamil-Sung eventually said, glaring cold at both eyes.

"Though the family of Luu is not very close to the Sung family, it is not something that the savage men push. I'm sure you won't be dissatisfied with the parent Zullo either. On that condition, please."

"Really? Fortunately."

I breathe relief.

After that, we checked the exact number of dishes required, the number of kamado and iron pans in Sung's settlement, the amount of firewood needed for cooking, and so on, and the business negotiations were successfully concluded.

When it comes to remarkable things, is it about the cost of ingredients?

In response to my question as to the form in which the ingredients would be prepared for hundreds of people, Yamir-Sung said with a firm face, "There is nothing else you can do to get them out of the price."

That alone amounts to more than fifteen white copper coins.

It was a good story of the economy: 40 heads of horns and fangs, etc., but now the price has been reduced to less than 25 heads.

Well, it's not a job to take on for the price, so there's only one way.

"Whatever it is, I'm glad you guys changed your minds, Ai-Fa on Asta. So now I don't have to lose my sweet Mida.... I'll tell her to be patient for six more days."

"That's more than anything."

I nodded back with my face, trying to keep my inner upset.

"Now tell Sung's parents I say hello, too.... Oh, and my parents and I are staying in the Lou settlement until the day of the Parents' Meeting, so if you need anything, please let us know."

"It's a long way from Luu's settlement... when I have business, I'll go down to the lodging town"

Yamir-Sung returned the blemishes as he hung his lips satisfactorily at.

"Then I'll tell Digga and Dodd to stay away from the Inn Town for a while too. Because those kids take their wings off as soon as they get drunk.... Good day to you, Asta, Ai-Fa."

Tay-Sung, who was still as silent and immovable as a stone statue today, also leaves with only his salute.

I breathed once again after that appearance disappeared to the end of the street.

The air feels very refreshing.

"In the meantime, you can't put on a new obsession. All you have to do is hold a close meeting to make sure you don't shrug your feet on the day."

Ai-Fa is silent.

When the enthusiasm and vigilance for Yamil-Sung was lifted, its face seemed kind of sinking.

"What's going on? Are you worried about something?

"No.... I can't even protect my family without the other hand. I just feel sorry for my impudence"

"It's not worth it... it's because I don't have the power to protect myself, right? It's not like you care."

Still, the look on Ai-Fa's face doesn't clear.

When I say it to the entity, it makes me look so snug.

"You're the head of Fa's house, and you're a hunter. I have to attend the parents' meeting as a parent, and I usually have to go into the woods. It's impossible for you to escort me all day long, and it's more wrong to live a life where you need an escort or something in the first place. If we could use this as an opportunity to make the Sung family a little more adult, wouldn't that be enough first?

"I know that.... I just don't feel good about myself."

"Impudent. Don't disparage my precious parents like that."

When I said that with a serious look on my face, Ai-Fa kicked me in the leg silently.

"I said something inexplicable.... you go back to your job"

Copy that, Parent.

At least now, until the day of the Conference of Parents, we can encourage commerce without worries. For starters, it would be a satisfactory result.

When I went back to the stall that way, the meat from "Myrmu Grill" was also much reduced.

"Is that it? Are we done with thirty meals already? Is this about yesterday's sale?"

"It's not going as well as yesterday... it looks like Gibba is selling just as well..."

The current counterpart is Vina-Lou.

Lara-Luu and Sheila-Lu joined the fight for the third day today. I have to do the "Meermoo Grill" cooking. I decided to stay in this position and then have the position rotated in three shifts. Once either dish reaches up to forty meals, Lara-Lew moves to this stall.

"Alright, the troublemaker has left too, so will you finally get to selling this guy"

As I said, I took the dried meat out of the bag.

Dried meat - more precisely, smoked meat.

Forestside people eat during the day, it's portable food.

Preference is extremely low because it is a food that emphasizes preservativeness over flavour.

To put it tangibly, the taste of salt and pico leaves is tight, and the solidity is not unusual. Me and the others can't chew it off unless I fluff it in my mouth.

However, such dried meat was also sold for travellers in this accommodation town, and none of those products equaled preference.

Kimus and others could only feel the flavor of spices instead of being a little soft, and the carons tasted more like fine beef jerky, as well as tougher on bees than giva.

There will also be people who prefer Gibba.

People may emerge who disagree not only about selling snacks, but also about whether they're still going to make copper coins on this - if they're not prepared for a little bit of a snack, they can't do this kind of business in the first place. Rather, the resentment of peers may be the first step in the negotiation of giva meat distribution.

I will use all my available hands to make the city recognize the value of Giva meat.

By the way, the price of dried meat was more expensive for Karon than for Kimmus, so I decided to go with it there.

It's roughly 200 grams, three red. Selling that for a chunk of about 400 to 600 grams seemed the norm.

(Think of it like this, meat and vegetables are cheap. Once you convert one red copper coin to 100 yen, you get 20 yen for an aria like onion, 50 yen for a tino like cabbage, and 150 yen for 100 grams of dried caron meat - compared to 4500 yen for a cooking knife even if it's cheap, and 24000 yen for an iron pan.)

It's not that cheap, but even when compared to cloth and leather products, food seems cheaper.

Besides, dried meat takes a lot of work to process, so it's set to about that price. Fresh meat should be cheaper. I asked Dora's father, and he doesn't even do one red for about 100 grams when buying it for home use.

"Meat is higher than vegetables," Camus once said, at least, it seems a lot easier to buy than the world I was in.

(I guess that's why there are aspects of Giva not being noticed as meat.... then at least Giva meat just wants to add as much value as Caron meat)

With that in mind, as I was shredding the dried meat for tasting with a small knife, the sim folk wearing the skin hood approached softly.

It is the long silver hair that emerged from under it.

"Is that it? What's wrong with you?

Schmiral, the leader of the Silver Pot - he should have bought me "Giva Burger" first thing in the morning already.

"... dried meat, is it giva?

"Yes. I thought I was going to sell this today, too. Try it if you like."

Offering freshly shredded dried meat on a wood plate, Schmiral nodded and mouthed it.

"... Copper coins, how many are there?

"I was going to make it the same price as dried caron meat. At this size, it's six red."

"... How many do you have now?

"Huh? Uh, we've got about ten of these chunks today"

400 grams x 10 pieces, roughly 4 kilograms of meat chunks.

Dry meat as a portable meal is almost exclusively for travellers, so you don't want to sell it that much.

(I'd also like to challenge some bacon with giva meat that emphasizes flavor rather than preservativeness.)

With that in mind, Schmiral has asked me with no expression again.

"Dry meat, how much do you keep?

"If you keep it properly, you should keep it for six months"

"Really?", Schmiral begins to wander around the inside of his cape.

"All please"

"Huh?"

"White copper coins, six, right?

"Hey, wait a minute! Silver Kettle stays in Inn Town all month, right? What the hell do you do with buying so much dried meat?

"Another town, I'll sell it"

What are you panicking about, Schmiral tilts his neck in the atmosphere.

"Genos, food, it's cheap. We'll buy food, we'll sell it in another town."

Resale?

I see. I not only carry products from my country, but I also buy specialties in the towns and capitals I cross and resell them in Yuku first. In that way, I guess they keep doing business.

"Giva meat, it's rare. I'm sure, another town, you can sell a lot. I want more dried meat."

"Really... exactly, how much do you want?

Schmiral thinks with his eyes slightly down.

"... if there is, I want 60 white copper coins."

Sixty pieces of white copper coin - in simple calculations, it is roughly forty kilos.

But there is still plenty of meat in Luu and Rutim, so there is nothing to say.

"If so, would you like us to put it together just before the Silver Pot leaves Genos? If you create it just before you sell it, you'll keep it from there for six months."

Schmiral narrowed his eyes just a little happily.

"That way, it's very helpful. Thank you."

"No, this is the one to thank! I bought snacks every day, and they told me such a great story."

"Silver Pot, Asta, very good edge. Oriental god Sim, thank you and dedicate."

That's how Schmiral turned a blind eye to me.

Vina-Lou has a gaze across the street with an unfamiliar face.

"... Asta, Vina-Lou, I was calling. Are you, Vina-Lou?

"... I wonder what's wrong with that...?

Looking very troublesome, Vina-Lou glimpses Schmiral.

Schmiral shook his neck sideways, expressionless.

"No. Beautiful name, just thought. … Now if you'll excuse me"

Put the skin hood back on and Schmiral walks away.

Vina-Lou put his arms together arrogantly, and I breathed small.

"Hmm...... I don't know what to hang up. Someone named Schmiral is becoming so important to me."

"For Asta, yes. But not for me...... I said I couldn't like people who couldn't read their feelings......?

"Is that right? Though I feel terribly sorry for arranging him with Jen, who doesn't know how to handle him like a camouflage."

"Not like that guy at all. I knew I'd feel more attractive to people who don't hide their emotions like Asta..."

And so on, Vina-Lou steals behind him looking a little worried.

Ai-Fa remained unchanged, resting his body in the shade of the rear tree about five meters.

"... so I'm also a little bad at people who hide their hearts like I = fa..."

"Hmm. But I think you'd feel so happy if someone like that showed you honest emotions once in a while, wouldn't you?

"... so asta means she finds herself attracted to a bunch of women like i-fa...?

"Well, that's not what I'm saying."

While enjoying such peaceful conversation, the streets have become more and more lively.

Where I thought it was time for the second half of the battle - two familiar figures approaching at the same time.

"Asta, stay with me, two!

"Asta, two, please?

I even synchronized to the voice of the order.

Tara and Yumi.

A girl with yellow-brown skin and a girl with ivory skin face to face with a high or low difference of about two heads.

"Ah! You were that girl then!," Yumi shouted more so, but Tara remained decent.

"... what then?

"Oh, well, you don't remember.... Nothing, but you look a lot like Asta."

"Yeah! Asta, come on. It's your home!

That's a big deal, but speaking of which, Tara and Dod-Sung and Yumi are me who met Mida-Sung on the set.

I thought it was kind of an odd edge, but I decided to set up a fire bowl and fry Aria.

"Hmm. It's a big deal to even put a brown-skinned, raw Genos on a customer. How dare you sell a bunch of bubbles to drunk old men before?

You mean, of course, Vina-Lou.

Vina-Lou shrugs her shoulders with graceful tricks.

"No, I think it's really a big deal. You're making more money than any store, even at the end of the street, right? Weren't the people of the West coming to buy it?

"Yeah, thanks to you. Your friends just bought as many as you two did."

"Hmm. 'Cause you're advertising all over the place. Hey. I think some of the young guys are probably here to buy that reputation, right?

Yumi said proudly and took it and said, "Tara's telling her friends a lot too!" Tara shouted out loud.

But right after I say so, I get soggy.

"... but everyone says Giva is scared, and she won't eat it. And my father and my mother scolded me..."

"That's the only way. Because the more people who have lived in Genos since ancient times, the harder it will be to feel like eating Giva. I guess we'll just have to take the time to figure it out."

While cooking Giva's meat, I comforted Tara.

Really, Yumi's getting herself started.

"Hey! Isn't this kid a customer? Isn't it just unfair of me to say something polite?

"Yeah? That can vary in age... and yes, Tara and I have been friends since before we opened the store. Right, Tara?

"Yeah!", Tara regained her cheerful look and nodded loudly.

"Wow, I'm not convinced," Yumi blurred dissatisfied.

"... by the way, Asta. How many days have you been out of this stall?

"Huh? The next stall is day seven, and this one is day three."

"Oh well. So, what happens then? You're not gonna cut business in ten days, are you?

I think you're a lot familiar with the stall situation in the outdoor area, but I say yes, and I make you nod.

"That's what I'd like to continue to do for as long as possible."

"Well, then, won't the next contract be with our store?

"What?"

"The father of Kimmus's Tail Pavilion seems to have some grudge against the people by the woods, so it's not treated well, is it? We're more stone-headed than my father, but my mother already knows how delicious Giva meat is. You think you're gonna treat me like a normal business partner?

"Duh, how do you know I'm under contract to Kimmus's Tail Pavilion?

"Oh, you can tell by the street sign."

Yes, it was. There is a small inscription of the name "Kimmus's Tail Pavilion".

"My house is also involved in partitioning the outdoor area by doing an inn called" Westwind Pavilion ". I'm renting stalls, and you want to feel comfortable doing business anyway, right?

"But isn't that against the benevolence of the lodging town? I don't want to wave as much as I can."

"Hmm? No one complains about that. Try being the father of Kimmus's Tail Pavilion, and it'll make you feel better and cleaner.

Maybe that's true.

But - there were a few words I couldn't miss hearing.

"... does the father of Kimmus's Tail Pavilion have a grudge against the people by the woods?

"Yeah. I don't know much about it. The people around the woods killed me if I was a family member or a friend, or something. But I don't think it all ended well because I didn't have any evidence."

And, Yumi's eyes float just a little belligerent light.

"We can't all trust the people by the woods because that kind of noise happens a little bit. Because I don't think I would have felt like getting close like this if I hadn't seen Asta interact with that monstrous one. But as Asta said, I guess we'll have to take the time to do something about it."

"... right. I really do."

While sipping down the sigh that was about to spill, I rubbed four "Myrmu roasts".

"With regard to the matter of the contract, then I shall consult Milan-Math. But as far as I'm concerned, I don't want to actively distance myself from Milan-Math, so can I start by respecting how Milan-Math feels?

"Yeah, sure. You just have to do what Asta wants. If I could eat Asta's delicious food, I wouldn't be complaining."

As he regained his innocent smile again, Yumi received "Myrmu Grill".

Tara also gives me a happy voice saying "wow".

So now he sees Tara rushing over to the 'Giba Burger' stall, and Yumi rounds his eyes.

"Huh? You're still going to buy it?

"Yeah! Meermoo is better, because it's for my uncle in the cloth shop and pot shop! Tara and Dad are the bubbles!

"Hmmm.... you work well even though it's tiny"

And for some reason, Yumi waited together for Tara to finish buying, and went back to South Street with her.

The skin colours are different, but it makes me look like some sort of distant sister of my age.

With those two dropping off, (... with three days left, and the first ten days over), I turned a blur around.

If we can judge about 20 to 30 meals in that period, it's our store, which I thought was superior - or something, but has actually knocked out nearly 150 meal sales.

The Sung family threat could have been averted for the moment, and let's focus on business first.

Until the Conference of Parents, there are six days left.

By then, it should be easier to suggest a bright future to the forest folks at the Parents' Conference.

(Never, I won't let it be like the Sung family)

That's how the second half of the day began.