Sweet Reincarnation

The boy was running. Best confectionery ever. And for a step towards dreams.

Shiites, we're in a hurry.

"Boy, you don't run so much. But you don't run away from the field. It's not like I'm growing legs."

"The prototype might escape, wouldn't it? I'll go first!!

"Fong!!... so there's no way sugar escapes. Totally."

In the main village of Mortairn territory, the front side of the lord's mansion is facing the king's capital.

They call that side, or the king's capital side, the front side, and they call those with livestock huts the back. In order to prevent customers from showing their backs when they visit, we collect them by hiding places of slaughter, dry laundry, and hard to show.

And there are a few small fields in this place called the back.

Fields about the size of octatami are cultivated at regular intervals, but all these fields are turned upside down and referred to as' pastry playgrounds'.

Because this is where Pace is used as an experimental ground to try before he practices anything new.

If you follow how this field was made, it was not made intentionally by Casserole, the lord.

Originally it was a borough mansion, with space behind the mansion, like a playground for running around, but it stemmed from the fact that the pastries had plowed themselves to build fields for their hobbies.

If I thought the kid was playing dirt, it was the field I could do. The adults' reactions when they found out about it ranged from stunning to reprimanding, and it was also the beginning of the infamy of the next lord's prank boy.

Various experiments have been carried out on this playground since then and have continued to expand each time, but with the relocation of the mansion, it was officially developed as an experimental field for pastry deposits.

with full ex-post approval.

When Shiites arrived at the "Pastry Playground," those on the spot told the Bad Hunger Trio that the girl was being treated as a depository guest. What a familiar face.

"So that's the one I had my eyes on!!

"Let it go. Mm-hmm, it's early. I bet you're up to winning. Don't hold a man in his arms."

"You need to be a little feminine."

"Extra help!!

"Um... we both had a fight..."

Busy noises are made by the children of Coantro and Glasage, their colleagues in Shi 'ites. Marcarlo and Luminito, which are also a source of disturbance and headaches, if we look from Shiites, who are also responsible for policing the territory.

Every time, it's something to argue with, so it doesn't even look like a fight beside you.

Liquorice and the others were trying to stop the two of them because they were unfamiliar with the sight of cursing with defilement, but that's not the kind of thing that makes them grown up.

Shiitz speaks up about what he's noising as he hides his frightened thoughts.

"What's the matter, what's the fuss?"

"Ho, uncle of Shiites"

"What is a rush, a rush? Besides, you always tell me to call you 'Mr. Shiites' without saying 'Uncle'."

"Ouch!!

Marc held his lightly poked head in one hand. By the way, Lumi is well hidden in the shadows of people.

If you try Marc or Lumi, the squire chief who is as loud as his own parents is one of the people who doesn't like it. We also know that the sermons that are given on something are about our own consideration, but there is no difference in what we dislike, so the emotions leaked from our mouths.

I don't care about the pastries I've been watching the exchanges I've had.

"Shiites, they were working on this."

"Hmm? Is that the prototype sugar?"

"Yep. It's not the sugar itself, it's something I gently drained out of, trying to consolidate the sugar solution. Looks like it's going to be a fight, so will Shiites eat it first?

"Which one, don't hesitate"

What was offered before Shiites was a blackish, loose object. Something that resembled what is commonly referred to as brown sugar, but seems tacky for it. From a human who doesn't know what white upper-white sugar is, he would be a substitute for believing and not questioning if he were told that this is the raw material for sugar.

A one-handed pan dedicated to Pais, a pan that we call within ourselves. The squire is unreliable and light. He lifts it up and releases the liquid into his mouth.

Ignore the resentful appearance of the children.

"Not really."

"Well, it's a sugar prototype, so you'll have trouble if it's not sweet"

He was Shiites, who accidentally flaunted himself by the intensity of his pure sweetness, but when he saw it, Pais laughed.

If you're unfamiliar with sweet things, like Shiites, the punch of a chunk of sugar works just as well for your head. Knowing it and letting it try is a little tea eye for the flirtatious boy.

Standing sugar solution. I can't even say it tastes good in your flattery.

That should be it, too. If it's just a chunk of sugar and it's delicious, it makes sense that you don't need a confectioner or anything like that, just because you ate it as it is just sweet. I don't even feel vegan about the taste, but it still doesn't make a difference to the sweetness.

"How sweet is this, is it a success as sugar?

"Uh-huh. What do you think? You can call it success..."

"What's wrong with you?

"Yeah well. There are so many problems… First, look at this."

Pastry showed Shiites a bunch of straw-like things by saying so.

Slightly damp, green with a mixture of blue and loess. It also seems like beaten straw, but for that it has a different thickness round it.

"What's this?

"I'll squeeze the sugar liquid. What do you think?

"I don't care what they say..."

If you look at it from Shiites, it is the first time you have ever seen sugar raw materials squeezed. I have no idea what's wrong.

On the contrary, they don't even know what the plants in their hands are. Only one boy in Mortarn territory knows that.

"Even if they show you all this, you have no idea what's going on. In the first place, what kind of crop is this?

Pais also answers to the man who speaks naturally of his doubts, keeping his mind open.

"It's a plant called sweet sorghum. I would also say vulgarly sweet corn. I had a hard time finding it, but it was worth it."

"Why is sugar cane different from the one?

"You would be one of us if you were big, but there are a lot of different parts."

Sweet sorghum is a type of molocosis that is grain. It is also a proximal species of corn. All in all, sorghum itself is a dry resistant crop, a plant with the great strength of growing well enough even in rough land like wheat and barley resistant. Of course, growing up in Mortarn territory is a certainty.

One of the shortcomings of this plant is that it is hard to use when trying it as a cereal. In some months it stretches to a height that crosses a person's back length, making it a feather that struggles to harvest even compared to wheat and so on, and in some cases it also involves trouble pruning because it makes a fibrous quality and verse as hard as young bamboo.

On top of that, it is easy for the fruit to sprinkle from the ear as the nature of the bird. It's hard to gather because it spills pollen and fruit just by shaking it gently after pruning.

Besides, the fruit itself is very small compared to wheat, etc. It is also a negative element that there are few edible parts that can be eaten for the hassle of milking, such as sesame seed grains, similar to the size of sesame seed grains or stopping by.

It is not grown in the public because these shortcomings are too great.

But this sweet sorghum. Sugar corn had more important characteristics.

It is to have a valuable ability to store sugar in the stem.

Known by its nature as the raw crop of sugar, sugar made from sweet sorghum is called sorghum sugar. It is characterized by a slightly sticky texture when placed on the tongue and has a unique flavour.

The purpose of the pastry is, of course, the high concentration of sugar stored in this stem. As a result, the cereal portion is not used. Therefore, it was decided that the advantage was greater, and what I had gained by exhausting my hands in all directions was finally harvested the other day.

Today's prototype is the result of a literal trial and the first of a flourishing prototype of sugar from Mortarn territory.

Naturally, everyone cared about the prosperity of it, but the feeling of Shiites, who tried the prototype, was that if he could do just this at first hand, it wouldn't be good.

It was strange that everything worked out from the beginning, so even if the sugar solution was made, which had a sugary sweetness in the first prototype, it seemed extraordinary enough.

"After all, you have no idea what the problem is."

There is nothing wrong with the prototype itself. Though it is a liquid form that cannot be called sugar from the modern man, it has the appearance. The point was that the boy who led the prototype was also not the first result to snort.

If so, what is the problem?

The only problem Pais cares about is the non-prototype.

"Shiites, look at this amount of squeezing"

That's what Pace tells me, and everyone's eyes, including Shiites, go for the rest of the juice squeezed.

When I was urged again, the problem was obvious to everyone's eyes.

The degree to which the liquid sugar eaten by Shiits accumulates at the bottom of one pan. Nevertheless, the amount of sweet sorghum that seemed necessary for this purpose had become a rather stuffy hill, even if only for the sake of (kasu).

Shiites points out specific problems, particularly those that he noticed when he saw them.

"You mean inefficient."

"Yeah. So far I've been focusing on growing crops that can be picked from sugar, but what I've learned from today's prototype is that if efficiency is not pursued in the future as well, it will be a pile of garbage. Every time you make one candy, it's a big problem that you can squeeze it."

Everyone felt that Pais' point was correct.

Even the current situation, which is just understaffed, does not make it possible to set up a new garbage disposal role.

If we just prototype sugar, it's still a problem that we can't avoid if we think about industrialization in the territory.

"Do you have any purpose in reducing this mountain?

Shiites' Yo (more) questions. I guess the inquiry was naturally anticipated. Pastry snorts firmly.

"I'm thinking of a way. The hand you can hit and try now is to try to change the way you squeeze it."

"How to squeeze."

In order to make sugar from the corn, you must first squeeze the stem and collect the juice. And if this squeeze becomes more efficient, it makes sense that the amount of waste is less to make the same amount of sugar solution.

As it stands, even if you say squeeze, it's close to hand squeezing. They squeeze the juice by pressing the torn knife to the ground with something like a noodle stick.

Whoever sees it, it's hard to say it's efficient. In fact, the squeeze that turned mountain is still damp. Amateurs can see that you should be able to squeeze more.

"There will be limitations in manpower as it is, and I'm wondering if we have to create an absurd mechanism..."

"It's no big deal. Can you do it? Isn't there something hard about that?

"Is it difficult?

"I knew the biggest problem would be the money."

Shiites' position is that of assistant lord. Or as it stands, he is Pais' aide. For this reason, it is also a position to dare to speak out against it.

From his point of view, there was an estimate that there would be a lot of money to make what Pace called a "big deal mechanism”. It will also be necessary to repeat the prototype.

This is a situation where there is still a shortage of timber resources screaming in the territory, and when it comes to raising them separately, we need gold again.

I wouldn't disagree otherwise if Pais were to raise it for a dime, but if it were after the scattering of livestock procurement, he thought it would be pretty tough.

"Can't you manage to put a budget on the territory?

"That won't be until you ask the Admiral. You can't just do it on your own."

Pais and Shiites, who had a lot of interactions.

In the meantime, I heard a voice calling those two.

"Shiitsu."

Nicolo, a young squire, came as he called out loud.

A young man whose succession has finally been completed recently and who has come to be entrusted with gold accounts in the territory.

I've been used to it for a while now, but there's still a lot I don't know or want to confirm. It is Shiites, the trusted squire chief, who relies on it every time.

"What's up?

"I need to ask you something."

The young man does not hesitate to speak to the squire chief who welcomes him in a calm manner.

"It's about next month's budget, could you look at this?"

"Hmm?"

What Nicolo offered was a piece of parchment.

In Mortarn territory, the budget has been monthly for quite some time. Even at an annual rate, it naturally happened one day because of some young successor, a territory where unplanned expenses would come down and gush.

Next month is more than the budget.

However, more needs to be done to prepare for the festival and to maintain the new village, in addition to the celebrations associated with a 200% increase in the number of marriages compared to the previous fiscal year. For this reason, it was also a month when we were going to run out of room, even though we had a larger budget.

Cuts so bad that they can't even account for spare expenses.

Within such a budget, Shiites glanced at one item that was insignificant.

"What is this? Lumber orders are on the rise."

"Yes."

It is common practice to rework a budget before approval by the Lords. Corrections can be significant when there is a major problem or event, so they are often shared by multiple people.

"Mr. Shiits fixed this, didn't he? I'm from Shinmura, and I was wondering if I could make some adjustments."

Shiites reacts to that word. She raises her eyebrows to the top, making her look a little twisted.

"No, I don't remember adding this place."

"Huh? Then who..."

One figure came to mind for the adults in an attempt to say who did that.

A cunning figure who knows enough about the gold account, knows about the budget, and can expect to have more budget for the month to add a subtle, seemingly more part of it.

At last, if you say so, the person who wanted wood.

"Fong!!

It was a slightly absurd Shiites, but there is already no sign of Pais around it.

"Mr. Pace reminded me of an errand earlier, so I ran over there."

Ahead of what the squire saw, there were children running at full strength.

Adults sighed at the speed of their escape.