There are terrible mishaps going on.
Years of famine caused man to die and the earth to be devastated.
Human beings are stupid.
Further fighting has erupted in recent years over food, even though the war was originally repeated.
Well, I met some food.
It's called Hatsuka.
It's everywhere and is famous for growing up in rough fields.
But the flavor was not eaten badly.
Known as scum vegetables made by poor farmers because they do not eat anything unless it is also omnivorous livestock.
But the hatsuka I ate at this time was different.
Tastes bad.
Not so bad, but not so bad that you can't eat it, but if you just fill your belly, you won't have a problem.
Salted Hatsuka was on the table even in the cropless winter.
It's bigger than anything before, so it has a shaky tooth and it's edible.
There are other things that make this hatsuka different from other hatsukas.
That grows faster than anything else.
Ordinary hatsuka will be ready to eat in about 20 days.
But this guy says even half of it grows enough.
This was beginning to spread secretly in very few parts of the country.
With this, more farmers may survive the mishaps.
I'm a businessman.
If there is a war, things move, profits are made.
I can make a profit if I want to.
But the world is just as troublesome as it gets so far.
With this hatska, at least the number of things that starve to death would be reduced.
So I decided to do a little research on Hatsuka.
A despicable village near the north woods.
That seems to be the root of this hatsuka.
Was it also discovered in the woods in a new breed of Hatsuka?
I decided to go to the village in conjunction with the investigation.
I was surprised to follow.
These days, no matter what village you go to, it has a more spicy atmosphere.
But I couldn't feel anything like that in this village.
Doing business doesn't mean we're all poor, but we're not nearly starving to death.
Apparently, he was raising Hatsuka as an example all over the village, earning a living far from hunger.
In that, I met one boy.
It's not even a christening ceremony. He's still a young boy.
The kid seemed to want to sell a ton of sandals.
It was a sandal made of example Hatsuka stems.
I was also surprised by this.
Was the stem firmer than the normal one or it seemed pretty sturdy.
Normally, sandals are not much to buy.
It's not profitable because it takes up a lot of space on top of the low unit price.
But the village didn't keep going any further by the woods, it just went on the route back to the city.
Only some of the products sold and reduced in this village are vacant in the luggage.
You could also buy this sandal to fill that hole.
That's why I bought sandals from the boy.
This boy, but he was a strange child.
He was very smart.
Apparently this is the first time I've seen money.
Even so, the total amount of sandals purchased was calculated immediately.
Typically, peasants are often bad at calculating numbers.
But that smartness has not been demonstrated even in the questioning attack on me.
I keep asking if there's anything I can sell.
I got around to answering questions with the momentum of telling all the product information I got.
He also bought a large quantity of Hatsuka with his sandals and then turned to various villages.
Farmers everywhere were encouraged to grow the hatsuka.
Even so, I grow hatsuka in every village.
Even if it's a new kind of hatsuka, there's nothing to think about purposefully buying it up until you grow it.
I tried to sell Hatska with sandals and sets.
I don't know if it's because of that, but the buyer wasn't zero.
There were only a handful of things that I would be interested in cultivating in half of the conversation.
I was going around so much, but on something came to mind about an example village boy.
After all, I don't think the speed at which that boy's head spins belongs to the peasants.
I felt that way, and somehow I wanted to go see the boy again.
From then on, I regularly visited the northern village for business.
The boy in the example brought me sandals every time.
And each time I've had a long questioning offense.
But that was never something I disliked.
How long have I been looking forward to that time?
Relationships with the boy continued over the years.
Every time I visit the village, the boy I see grows bigger and bigger.
Since when did the boy sell other than sandals?
Magic mushrooms.
Magic mushrooms that can be taken in the woods are valuable and traded at high prices.
business to this village, which has not been of great benefit until now, but this will suffice to take
But is there such a small child in the woods?
That's too dangerous.
It's too sad that the boy I know is still gone while he's little.
I advised him I should go into the woods a little older.
But it's no problem, it's a strain.
The boy has eyes full of certainty that he is absolutely fine.
But this is dangerous.
I have seen these eyes many times before.
Because there have been numerous young people with paranoid confidence.
I'll be fine.
Many talented young men died saying so.
I want to at least make sure that doesn't happen.
That's what I thought. I wondered if there was anything else I could buy from the boy.
And that was quickly found.
Brick.
Behind the boy's house is a brick building that he uses as a storeroom.
At first it was a building so solid that I thought this storage was the boy's house.
I laid eyes on the brick.
This brick was made with incredible precision.
It was a brick that didn't have all the dimensions and made me wonder if it was the exact same thing.
Plus, all sides have horribly clean sides, no madness.
It was enough to make me wonder if just piling it up would be a solid building material.
Such bricks piled up like garbage on the ground near the storage.
I wonder what you made so many bricks for.
The story I just heard is that other villagers also take it and use it on their own.
Then we can buy them out.
Anyway, there is a place where you can buy bricks that are now building materials.
I thought so and brought the story to the boy asking if he would sell bricks.
But the boy gave me an amazing response.
I came out with some dishes to see if I could buy us more than a brick.
Again......
I saw the dish and wondered who the boy was.
There are even glasses made of glass in dishes that are more beautiful than I've ever seen.
Peasants can't have this stuff.
You're so unusually smart that you don't think you're a boy's peasant.
The boy is probably of aristocratic origin.
Maybe that must be an ancestral family heirloom.
Seeing you live in worn out clothes with other peasants in this village, it may be a fallen lineage.
Still, are you showing something so precious around to others?
It's not necessarily that the bandits who listened won't come.
I thought I'd tell the boy that I shouldn't show him dishes like this family heirloom.
But I remember when I advised you not to go into the woods before.
I might not even have ears to listen to this one when it's okay.
That's what I thought. I tried to convince him from another direction.
That was that I couldn't because I didn't have the connections to sell this dish.
The boy who heard it nodded honestly, yes, and since then he has stopped bringing up stories about the dishes.
Well, I only bought one set for less because of greed.
Interaction with the boy continued that way.
Early on, the boy was old enough to finish the baptism ceremony.
After the christening ceremony, it would be difficult for a child's magical mischief in any home, but there was no sign of that.
Such a boy, Toto Ars, was to be surprised again.
That's because the egg of the servant beast bought by Ars was born as a horseman type.
The amazing thing about Ars would be that he's always uplifting.
Despite selling things like bricks and magic mushrooms, I'm always looking for new sales.
I've heard that reason before.
I want a weapon to go to war.
That was why Ars talked to me.
Is it still true?
Ars must want to rebuild the fallen aristocracy by putting up a martial arts medal in the war.
I thought maybe Ars' parents weren't their real parents.
Is there any reason why you are keeping and raising a noble child who has fled with his family heirloom in his hands?
That turned into certainty when he saw Ars riding without any servant beast named Valkyrie.
This guy is definitely going to be a big shot.
I had a hunch in me.
Here is one thing we may need to build stronger relationships with.
I thought so. I took the deal.
It's a deal to dedicate Ars' raised servant beast.
I guess I've bought sandals that don't make a lot of profit before.
Among Ars, they thought I was someone who deserved a lot of credit.
The contractual terms arranged were almost equal.
This relationship must be maintained at all costs.
Sooner or later we will grow big and return to the nobility, if we do not gain further credibility than we do now.
So how long did my life revolve around the neighborhood boy?