I named this island, inhabited by the Tidal People, the Island of Fire Noodles.
The inhabitants of the island call it in ancient languages, making it difficult to pronounce it.
Or the official name is about ten times that long.
There are approximately three hundred inhabitants. Is it because it is a harsh environment that there are relatively many young people?
It is a volcanic ash-covered earth, living in detail.
The representative of the island is an old man named Tyran, who also dealt with us the last time he came here.
Looks like we've finished talking about Mr. Rosana and Old Tyran, and only the young returned to the village.
"Leon. I'm talking about Shalazad, but there are little kids in the village, so it looks like we should stop walking into the village."
"I see, I get it. What will you do with the baggage you've put on it?
"I called the young people, they'll carry me."
"Okay...... hmm?
Will you carry me? Could it be my job to bring it down? [M]
"Young people won't want to come near Shalazad either."
You understood my mood, and you added that.
After waiting a while, about thirty men and women arrived.
But I'm amazed at the size of the charazard and it doesn't come any closer than a certain amount.
"Er, what shall I do?"
I can't even give instructions with this.
Is it mental pressure?
Fearful, though I know it won't attack me, my legs seem to snap.
Maybe this is in the same mood as someone who doesn't like heights.
That, too, he can't move his legs even if he knows he'll never fall.
"I have no choice. Do you want to unload?"
You won't have to say anything to do it.
Jump on the sharazard and unchain it that was fixed.
Charazard is also used to using his wings cleverly and letting them slide on the ground if it's about a crate.
It's hard to put it on and secure it, but I think I can do this alone.
Even so, there is a good amount of luggage.
It had been more than half a day before I could finish unloading it all on the ground. Yeah, sleepy.
After work, Rosana and I were supposed to spend the night in the village.
The more detailed story is tomorrow, so we went to bed immediately.
It was time for my sleep to come to its limit because I did my work after traveling all day and night.
The next morning, Mr. Rosana began to move vigorously early on, going out for a stroll in the village with several people.
"Sounds like we've decided to do it, but I wonder if it has any purpose"
I was a little surprised that Mr. Rosana left yesterday, especially since he had not had a meeting.
When I say, I go outside and watch the little ones play. [M]
The adults all work, and the children who have reached a certain age also work with adults.
The only people playing in the village are really little kids.
"That's a great amount of food I brought."
I've been thinking about the food I unloaded yesterday.
Great metastases are not enough food, no matter how much.
I brought about five carriages.
They all had cereals in them that could be stored for a long time, but tens of thousands of meals, according to the truth, would also be a hundred thousand.
I don't think I can expect that much return on this island.
It was after noon and Mr. Rosana returned.
"Welcome back. That took a long time."
"I've seen the whole village. And all the fields around."
"That's amazing. What have you been looking at?
Even though it's a small village, it doesn't have a dense house.
One house at a time is sparsely built, so if you want to walk, it will be quite a distance.
I can also snort that it takes all morning.
"I've found something interesting. A lot. Pfft."
"It is. After all, you've come to investigate something."
I don't think Dragon Nation is just sending things to get in a good mood.
I just don't think there's anything in this cold village of hundreds of people that catches the eye of the country.
"Well, there are a number of purposes. One of them just checked with these eyes."
An unexpected word returned.
There seems to be something in such a despicable village.
"Is that something I can ask you?
"Absolutely. I'm not sure because I was just told..."
Here's what Mr. Rosana said.
The last report… or Rosana's experience was submitted to the country.
That's it, Rosana herself didn't judge what she needed or didn't need to write, and as objectively as she could, she wrote and gave the conversation as she could remember.
Even if Mr. Rosana doesn't notice, an expert might notice.
I hope so.
I just heard it and roared. Wasn't it a pretty gutsy task?
"Sounds like something happened."
"Yeah. It was a statement I didn't get enough of. That's what caught the eye of the ancient researchers."
"Hmm? What?
"Surprised when I say village people's meals?
There are descriptions in ancient literature that sometimes appear only as' potatoes'.
It could easily be grown in drylands and sandy areas, and, as long as moderate water was provided, it could well be harvested in less nutritious lands, he said.
"The potato description is a lie. They say there's about ten to fifteen sprouts coming out of the seed potatoes."
They cut off that bud and leave it in the dirt.
The stem grows gnarly, eventually, and they say they can produce about twenty potatoes.
Simple calculations say that nearly 200 to 300 potatoes can be harvested from a single potato.
And it's amazing because it can be harvested twice a year.
"Do you have such potatoes?"
"It's called ancient potatoes, but there's no real thing. It stopped growing long ago."
"How could that happen again?
"They say because it tastes bad... There are many words in the literature I've translated that describe flavor. Sometimes it said," Poor man's potato. "
"Poor man's potato......"
I mean, if there's anything else, I'll eat you.
"You must have been eliminated in the process of becoming rich."
The food that was in the report Mr Rosana wrote down.
He thought that might be 'Poor Man's Potato'.
"That means you ate that 'potato of the poor', right? How'd it go?
"Exactly. It tasted bad. That's why I asked. When to harvest, how to harvest, how to cultivate. Then exactly as the literature says. Plus, it's a little bit harvested. Must have evolved a long time ago."
The growing season is only a little longer, but the yield seems to increase more.
"I don't know, potatoes that seem to solve the food shortage situation all at once."
"That's why I just decided to get all the minutes. He won't mind if I get them all because he's got his next harvest."
How rigid.
Could that be why you brought so much food?
Even though I said I expected it, I wonder if that was quite certain.
"I'm in the process of asking each household to collect it, but I'm more or less saving thirty to fifty copies for one family."
"How many houses are in this village?
"Maybe a little over eighty."
"About 3,000 copies?
"Right. I wonder if it's for a carriage or something. But it's plenty."
Enough for what? That's against the food shortages that can happen in the future.
It can be harvested twice a year.
Let's say there were 3,000 potatoes.
Then ten to fifteen sprouts appear.
At harvest time, it is calculated that more than twenty pieces can be picked from a single stem… resulting in more than 100,000 potatoes.
Moreover, since you can only use the sprouts that come out of the remaining potatoes, the next cultivation is also easy.
In a few years' time, there will be genuine food distress.
If a mass production system can be put up before then, we may be able to zero the starving dead.
Of course, we have to open it, and it's supposed to take five years to build a field, and ten years to be able to call it a good field.
"You said it could be grown on lean land."
"Right. On the other hand, if it's a fertile field, the stems on the ground are stretched too far and yields drop. It seems to be a suitable crop for this land that has erupted and has become full of volcanic ash."
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I don't know... I don't know what to say... after all, I couldn't say anything.