Reincarnated as a Villager ~ Strongest Slow-life

Guh, my belly bug rang.

"Oh, hey, after lunch."

You forgot me, or you forgot about my stomach because you abandoned me.

"Pritzan. It's a little late, but it's lunch."

"Huh!? Is that a decision?!

"Huh? Prits-an, isn't that a good nickname?"

Well, I got it from a mustache with an eyelid, but depending on how you hear it, it's elegant, isn't it? I think I gave it a nickname.

"... something, I'm not convinced, but that's fine..."

Ahaha. That's Plitsy Amen. Porcupine dandruff.

Let's go eat.

"Go? Where?

He was strangely comparing me to a storage bag.

Apparently, Pritsuya has a meal = storage bag. Well, according to the way I see it, the storage bag is also Merchant.

"I came to the stall square because of you, so let's eat and walk."

Wang Du's food is unsavory, but I don't know if the stalls are unsavory. Looks like you can expect it from the smell of drifting.

"Yeah. Okay."

I don't know what you liked about it over my head, or whether it's a vehicle handling - but, well, Merchant is a classic on his head or shoulder. Don't worry about it.

The stall was cleaned up once and a line for crime prevention was applied.

Then I thought I'd go, and I turned to someone with a nice smell.

The food stalls were surprisingly abundant and filled with an appetizing smell.

"... that's surprising..."

I went into the skewer to try it out and bought one and tried it and honestly found it tasty.

"Grandma. What's this meat?

"The meat of mountain migrating birds. Boy, did you come from a different place?

"Oh. The village of Bobra is the de countryside. Even so, you sell meat and stuff. I didn't think it would be easy for ordinary people to eat luxury goods."

"Well, that can't be helped. Adventurers don't always hunt meat, either. We know a hunter's guild, so we sell them for cheap."

Heh. What a hunter's guild. I've never heard of it before.

"Grandma, give me twenty bottles"

"Aye, every time!

There's no reason to buy it. I put up with it with twenty bottles.

I had it packed in a box and I ended up in a storage bag. To make it a meal someday.

Moving next door to thank you, there was... oh, my God, it was a jaga butter shop.

Awesome! I can't believe there's something revolutionary about jaga butter when this food culture is lagging behind. He's a genius!!

"Auntie. Enough to get in this box."

I took the heavy box out of the storage bag and gave it to my aunt.

"This is it?

"Oh. Besides. Why don't you buy it?

This is gonna be a good tea-drinking friend.

"Oh, no, I don't mind if you buy it, are you sure you want to buy it?

"Wow. How about three silver coins?

I said, I offered out three silver coins and showed them to my aunt.

"... oh, oh. Every time......"

What a generous aunt and she really sold me everything. Finally, he also told me about stalls selling butter.

... Huff. I can eat plenty of butter bread...

And before that, I stuffed something like eel and bought as much as I could to say Zargo with some sort of sauce on it, and bought about a golf ball of apples (the skin is stiff but the pulp is soft, the sweetest fruit around here) for one barrel, and then bought four pots (about a kilo or so) at the butterhouse.

Pork at a different skewer. At another different skewer, we have ravioli. At a different skewer... beef, huh?

"The meat of a crossing cow. Occasionally, you can flock near the King's Capital, and hunters' guilds and adventurers gather to hunt."

Beast to cross, that's fine. This world-specific habit?

If it's a cow, why don't we catch it next time? Let's have it raised at Elina's.

No, I didn't expect anything from Wang Du's food, but the stall one was a blind spot. Honestly, I apologize.

"Delicious."

"Yeah. Delicious."

Grilled crossed beef skewers, it's gonna be magical. The sauce has been added to the base of the fish soy sauce to make it magical.

Even so, even though the stalls are so delicious, I don't know what you mean about the dining room or the taste. Damn, what a mystery.

When I bought it as I thought it would be, something white and square was sold at a certain stall. Say, hey! Are you serious!?

When I looked at the owner of the stall, she looked something like an Oriental.

"Welcome! This is the eastern continent's food and bamon. It tastes good when you cook it well in the sun!

"... hi, on the eastern continent, do you normally sell this?

"Oops. Not every day, but I'll keep it sunny. It's a necessary meal to get past the winter."

I don't know if that's right, but it would be limitless true from the amount of bamon in the stall.

"I'll buy it."

"Oops, that happens every time! No, it's not common on this continent, so it's a glitch, but it's a good thing someone bought it that day."

Quite a challenger lady, but long live three songs to my luck encounter. I'm so grateful!

"So, how long? I'm gonna fuck with you now."

"Give me everything."

"... Huh? How many?"

"So all. If there's anything else, it's all there. Buy at Word. Sell it to me."

"... are you serious...?

Can the guy from the eastern continent seriously use it!?

"Whoa. Seriously. I'll give you ten gold coins as a deposit first. I've crossed the ocean, isn't there anything else?

I could see what it felt like coming for a thousand bucks from this lady.

"I'm bei. Well, the real name is a long time. Call me that. That's why I'm here."

"... ah, oh. I'm Chanter on. As you can see, it's from the eastern continent. An adventure merchant, in this language."

"Words, you're good."

"One parent was born in this country. Both words are perky. More than that, are you sure you want to buy it all?

"Oh. I'll buy it all. Mr. Chanter's staying on a boat in the harbor, isn't he?

"Oh, I just got here yesterday."

That's superimposed. It's a good roundabout.

"Then can I go get it from now on at the harbor? If you can't, make it a different day."

"No, I'm fine. It's our homework to be respectful of business opportunities. Whatever the opponent is, move if you see it as a business opportunity."

"Huff. That's quite a home lesson. Exactly what a merchant should look like."

Not as good as my father's, but he says he's a merchant who can. Besides, keeping company with merchants from the eastern continent is also for the future. There seems to be a lot to miss on the eastern continent.

"Well, whatever. Let's hang out, Mr. Chanter."

Even for me to live happily. Kuk.