It Seems I Came to Another World, Now What Should I Do

"Non is also a parent, so I didn't open it. To the extent that you've heard the message."

Rostee tilts the glass with stiffness and dampens her lips.

"They also said there were simultaneous attacks in multiple locations with regard to Dubteer. The ambiguity is that we are not currently collecting information. The problem is with the countries of the North, but not for sure, but they've suffered a lot."

"Ambiguous... right?

"We don't have clear information yet. We're talking about a pigeon exchange. The details are unknown. The Dubteer side is also drawn to checking the situation."

"Who is the Seal of the Parent Book?

"In the name of Count Yuchenica. You're King Dabutia in a row. I'll be treated like a proxy. I'll be equal to the king's protégé."

That's right. Given the duration of the journey, there will also be less information. Should we see from the King's Capital over there, several doves out to the Earl Territory of Unicenica, summed up in the form of letters, traveled in the early horses......

"Didn't Count Yuchenica get shut down? Are you talking about your son representing you?

"Mm-hmm. Scandal, so it's going to be ready for publication soon. That son over there is now in charge of the administration."

Hmm. If you can act quickly according to the royal fate without waiting for the information to come together, I wonder if you are excellent. Am I right if I think it would at least be good if I could just deliver the fact that the damage is being done?

"What does Master Rostee do with the letter?

Rostee deposits her body on her pompous back when I hear it.

"We have sent out a statement that there was an attack with pigeons towards the King's capital and a statement of receipt of the parent book. My parents are running orders now."

"Yeah. I met him on the way, so I'm giving him a transfer letter at Toluca and Noutiska. I can't believe you're moving as fast as you can right now."

Norweh continues to gargle. Is there a relay there? But I knew you wanted a station on the way. Should I just make three or four days to Toluca...... But it's tough to have no governing personnel... Kabya needs to be deputized, and, ha, get talent again.

"Okay. So Master Rostee won't have a problem waiting here."

"Mm-hmm. Quite a lot. Traveling can be tricky. Then it is desirable to wait here for the Continuing Report. There are still pigeons for the king's capital. And the boulders don't have the strength to do it."

Rostee meditates and laughs bitterly. Then there is a waiting period along the way for travel from neighbouring countries. Is there room for extenuating circumstances to report this break? If you don't move, the speed of reporting increases. I guess it would be more efficient for pigeons to travel at an interrupted stage.

"If you have a rush of government, but you stay for the wedding, it will be a problem. I was relieved to say that there was a reason not to."

When I tell him that, Rostee and Norweh look at each other and laugh bitterly at the same time.

"Don't worry about this convenience. I'll tell him from the beginning that if he can't, he can't. But the very idea is right. It's just not the Baron's call."

"For the money changers, government matters. In that sense, you're right. But my father can't stand boulders either. If we don't rest here, we won't have soldiers."

As Norweh clasped his shoulders, he clasped the glass.

"Really, good. Now let's ease up and relieve your fatigue."

I raise a glass and drink it dry.

"Akihiro, are we done talking about what you want to know?

The three of us, laughing, Terraxta talks to us.

"Yes, it's all right, my lord"

"Ah. In my place, it's kind of called that."

"Now with Master Terraxta"

"Mm-hmm. That's okay. There are a lot of questions. Let's start with the field. That neatly lined up, wheat fields. What does that mean? If that's some kind of secret, I won't be forced to ask."

"If we're going to talk about that, we'd like to see the general yield. Dear Norwe, what is the approximate harvest multiplier for wheat?

"Hmm? Right. It depends on the climate, but I'm guessing an even number would cut it four times."

Probably as expected. But when they take 50%, it's tough.

"Okay. First, farmers are tough when the yield cuts fourfold. Even if we say barley as a staple, we have a low income growth rate."

"It doesn't change that much in my territory either... No, if you do it poorly, it's to a lesser extent..."

Wrinkles on the root of the terraxta eyebrows.

"First of all, it's sown, but put it on the wind, it's sown in pieces, but let's stop that one. Many are feeding birds at that point. There is no uniform sowing, so dense and neglected areas can be created. The densities seek water, but the neglected do not seek water that far. There is also a bias in where you over-smoke the soil's nutrients. If it gets dense on it, growth will be hampered because slow wheat cannot receive enough light at a time when it sprouts. Haven't you ever felt anything like that before?

When I tell him so, he starts Rothstee and the three of them nod honestly.

"This time the fields we designed are all digging holes at equal intervals, sowing and filling more than one. At this point, the chances of being fed by birds are reduced. In addition, water should only be poured evenly even after sprouts have appeared. It also absorbs the nutrients of the soil evenly, making it difficult to get into a situation where you say that some development is good and some is bad. Also, the space is moderately empty, so you can receive a lot of light. No obstruction to fertility. More importantly, by making acres, the roots tend easily and multiple wheats support each other, thus reducing the fear of falling due to wind and the like. When pruning, you can prune multiple at the same time, making it extraordinarily efficient."

After telling him to take a breath, he grabs the glass and drinks it very much. The bottle is empty, so unplug the next bottle and pour.

"In one field, that's it... Besides, the efficiency of pruning..."

Terraxta squeaks.

"You will also run out of nutrients in the soil along the way, so sprinkle the fertilizer. I see it will be nearly eightfold around here. It's still an airline theory on the plane, so why don't you implement it?"

When I tell him so, the three of them squirt. Good thing it's not the right time to have beer in your mouth.

"Are you predicting that much at once?

Terraxta asks as she tilts her neck.

"Yes. Territory is finite. If you don't grow them efficiently in each of them, they will be feathers that expand the field in vain. That way, you'll need more and more manpower. That is futile. You'll also have to cut through the woods to create flatlands. When that happens, wildlife will start targeting field food from the forest. Humans and nature, have no positive impact on either."

With that said, Terraxta gets stuck in words for a long time. Here's the root of the problem your mothers were in trouble with. It becomes more and more inefficient because it does not seek efficiency and tries to solve it in quantities. Once adjacent to the forest, another factor enters into a survival competition with wildlife. I'm sorry about that.

"Agricultural reform is currently being compiled as a dossier. If we can get results, we're going to give them to the pioneers."

"Hmm. I appreciate that, but is it good? If we keep it a secret, we'll have a monopoly."

Rostee says worryingly.

This one should sell fertilizers and such in the future here, so it doesn't hurt or itch. If raw materials are cheaper, it is easier to make money from processed products.

"Now is the time to strive to promote national power over the interests of individuals. It's about the oak, but the next thing you know, you'll be asking for help. In that case, you will also have to think heavy with the food for support and the soldiers to be mobilized. Increasing food production is an urgent challenge. We have to save again, even if we release our stockpiles temporarily."

When I tell him that, Rostee and Norweh laugh as if they were frightened.

"Yeah, you must be right about that view. If the undamaged country didn't provide support, it would create all sorts of sparks. But I wonder if that's what the Baron thinks. You're really funny."

Norweh says as he wipes his eyes with too much laughter. Terraxta is pompous, falling into her back, relieved. I know I'll stick to it because I can harvest it the way I've done it. But farmers are also trying to increase production, incorporating a few new attempts. Something must have changed just to help there.

"However, reform will need something to precede it. Disclosure will be made of the method for producing the dried food served at the dinner earlier, and the method for seasoning the miso. Earn money there and spend it."

When I tell him that, Terraxta passes through the surprise and looks as if she sees something different.

"That's the golden crawl. It would be a secret in secret. Why would you do that to me?

"Both dry and miso are completely understaffed to expand manufacturing. Production will not keep pace, even with expanding sales networks throughout the country. Also, I'm not talking about using seasonings right away because they come out. You all ate irresistibly because you are used to a variety of meals, but the normal common people are more conservative. No one buys it unless it produces a steady distribution and track record as a seasoning just as it can be used as a seasoning as salt, sugar and vinegar. That's why I'll give it to you."

When I tell him that, Norweh laughs with her belly in her arms.

"Brother, no, it's no use thinking. There's a bigger picture going on in his head. I intend to restore a greater good by raising the overall good than the personal good. I'm sure you think it's easier for everyone to make it and take a royalty on the patent than to make it right away."

There is no doubt that the distribution of trusted manufacturers will make it easier to sell. Suddenly throwing miso into the markets of other territories, no one would buy it.

"Also, salt, but I'll dedicate myself to this. However, if you can get the ship to this port, I will give it to you at cost. If you don't like empty loads, you can replace them by loading them with firewood or food."

With that said, the terraxta rises all the time.

"That's a good condition... Is that good?

"I'm talking about my body. The economy starves if you don't turn it around. Please make more and more money and turn it to capital investment. That would revitalize the country as a whole."

"Ha. In the earl's body, I didn't think the baron could argue with the country. But you're right..."

To say Terraxta smiles bitterly, lean down with a distorted face.

"Besides, you'll need the help of a mermaid to fish for seaweed. Personnel will be arranged. Start producing dry goods there too. Anyway, I eat the place, so I want to disperse it if I can."

"But the mermaid got away with it once...?

"Mr. Mermaid is the same person. Even when I lived in the Baron's land in the past, I worked as a person, even though I was discriminated against, and lived with pride. If they protect it for the country and kill it, they won't like it. These are people who can live on their own. However, because of the survival of the species, it is only necessary to interact. coexist. That's all I wanted to do."

Telling him so, Terraxta creases and drops his shoulder.

"Right...... Right. Same guy. Was I arrogant..."

"No. You would go to the idea of saying that if you saw it as a country. However, the mermaids have their way of life. I think that should be respected."

"Okay. As a lord, I borrow the inhabitants. I'll do the trick, but can you ask for it?

"Yes. Arrangements can proceed. Please be prepared to accept."

When I tell him that, Terraxta gently offers his hand. shakes a chisel and exchanges hands.

From here it was time for bickering. While we go to the bathroom, we produce water in a cup that was born of earthly magic and make it a chaser, while we discuss belly down what to do with future territorial management. Terraxta's face also becomes a little bright. You got drunk around that time, Terraxta, and Norwe rows the boat. They couldn't adjust the amount to the good taste of the beer.

"Hehe. You're old enough not to love anyone else. Yes, my grandson."

"Yes."

"Tonight's evening, is that for Peltia?

Rostee asks with tender eyes.

"It's also for your grandfather. But was it broken?"

"Ha. That's all salt and fat free food. Besides, even during meat, we divided the smaller ones with less fat into the bigger ones with fat. I took care of him."

"No. Never mind. I originally put it out in that format to make the adjustment. How's your stomach?

"Hmm. If it's evening, my stomach can get upset, but that's not... If you do poorly, you'll still be in..."

"Yes, that's what I said about the food I served today. Good digestion, no strain on the body, and high level of satisfaction…"

"Right. I'm glad."

With that said, Rostee gets up off the couch.

"Looking forward to tomorrow's ceremony"

If I tell you so, I slap my hands on the bread. The door opens and the samurai come in.

"Carry him to each room. Okay, Akihiro. See you tomorrow."

"Yes. I'm not resting. His Excellency the Duke of Rostee."

Norweh and Terraxta, the happy sleeping faces, the servants, left the room. Now, all you have to do is wait for Ray's return. I feel a little late at night, but I headed to the room wondering if I could even get some sleep.