The Economics of Prophecy

Three well-dressed men sat in the reception room at the Grand Duke's Castle in Bertoldo. One is an old man, one is middle-aged, and one is a young man about mid twenties. Everyone is the head of an aristocratic family geographically close to Bertoldo.

The three of them have just finished eating the French toast they were served for hospitality. French toast with plenty of honey would be too sweet for an adult man's tongue. I dare to use a small amount instead of freedom.

By the way, only a middle-aged man ran the replacement. The best of the three, but are you a sweetheart?

"The other two aren't very responsive, are they?"

I told Luitzer next door. Whatever your preference is, you should be in the luxury category for hospitality. Wasn't that important?

"I guess so. The Grand Duke now has a place to be. All three of you."

Luetua told me to be nothing. Old Felbach, a nobleman in the West who didn't go until he crushed his house, even so. I mean, it's a house that's been having an affair for twenty years. That's a nasty story to have as a business partner.

"I'm just not good at dealing with nobles."

"What kind of joke is that?... Oh, it means I'm worse than royalty"

"No, sir."

"There he is."

Without listening to me, Luitzer gave me the window to the reception room. I saw Alfina and Euphilia walking down the hall. Alfina, who noticed me, waves me small. I shook my hand back unexpectedly and noticed Luiza's gaze.

I'm relieved there are more people I know.... not because I'm royal.

"Well, I'll take care of Master Alfina's escort."

"It's the main business, so I'll just explain."

"It's important in many ways, so please hold on. Yeah, well, you're not welcome to be too full of numbers. I'm fine, though."

Luitzer, who has already started honey production in the Viscount Territory, said. I have a paper in my hand with a surprising number of Meer pieces.

"This is for me. I'm working on it."

The knowledge of the original world is only, economics. I still don't like sales, which is a practice.

"That's comforting. Well, good to see you."

Luitzer slapped me on the shoulder when she said so. I head to the dead end of the reception room myself. The subtly arranged furniture seems to make it easier for guests to observe.

At the same time Alfina and Euphilia came into the room. The three nobles stand up and give thanks.

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The long social dictum that I can only understand is the courtesy and decency of the Grand Duke is over. He was reluctant to come here, too, but it's calm stuff. It must be the Grand Duke's glory.

"My name is Ricardo from the Vinder Chamber of Commerce and I will be in charge of today's briefing."

I moved forward away from the wall. The eyes of three men pierce the civilians who stood next to the princess. I have trouble getting a face like that dog talked about.

"Now let me start explaining the honey business"

I grabbed black charcoal in front of the tablet I had prepared. The old man has a cheek cane, the young man is obviously a vigilant eye, against the con man. Is that what it is? The middle-aged man shrugged his neck and looked at me.

Cut, shoo. Shh, shh, shh, shh.

I drew a larger square on the tablet. Next, write four rectangles of different sizes within that square. The three of them look at this one for a moment, but they don't seem interested at all. Was this how literary class geometry classes looked?

I got a worried look at Luitzer looking at me by the side.

"This is a big square, but think of this as an entire territory"

To the word territory, the two left and right moved their eyebrows tingly.

If we look at aristocracy as a form of business, it is, in short, a landlord. I run a real estate called Territory and live. It is the concept of this presentation that will be visualized according to its flow. As a defective salesperson who can only explain the stuffing, I have to at least preach profit with reason that goes to the other person.

"First, this rectangle to the right is the cultivated land"

I referred to a rectangle about 30 percent in size in a square that is the entire territory. The smallest square above arable land, 10 percent is fallow land. And the 20 percent square on the left is a shared forest. Explain that the largest 40% square is the meadow.

"So that means only 30% of the territory is directly linked to this year's income."

Even if we confine ourselves to accessible places within our territory, it means that 30% of the profits are actually generated. All three of them have a face about what happened to it.

"So we incorporate beekeeping. That way, you can earn from fallow land, meadows, and 50% of what you're playing with."

I slapped the two squares that make up half of the whole thing at the tip of the black coal. They make a visual impact by expressing them in area ratios. Looking at the look on the faces of the three of them, they seem to have succeeded. The old man breaks his cheek wand and the young man pours a sharp eye on the tablet. The middle-aged man I've been willing to ask from the start hasn't changed much though.

"It's a stupid story. In what you pointed out, fallow land is not playing, it's giving it a rest. If you can't use it, eventually all the arable land will turn into a wasteland that won't yield any harvest"

The old man said.

"Nearly half of the territory's meadows are far from the village, and the work there takes a lot of effort. If we force the inhabitants to do that, the income from the cultivated land at the heart will fall. No way, you can earn more than arable land from meadows. Even if we could, if we can't make wheat, the village would just starve."

A young man followed it. To both of them, I laughed inside out. Decent objections are evidence that explanations have begun to work well.

"Yes, you are right about the importance of fallow land. And if you take advantage of this fifty percent, that income won't extend far to thirty percent of arable land."

I get the look of an old man and a young man seeing it in my words.

"You admit it's a mistake."

But the look on the face of the young man who said so seemed a little unfortunate. Maybe he was expecting a little. He's been treated cold for a long time, and assessed taxes and the like are tough on top of no central fees.

Tales of the village of Leiria among the nobles have begun to become rumours since the grand behavior at the Winter Tea Party. Normally I might treat them as exceptions due to the special nature of the princess's cosmetics, but they are neighborhood nobles.

"No, that's your best point, so let me answer one by one. As a honey source, you will plant this grass seed on fallow land."

I took the wrangle pot from under my desk. Flowers bloom in the summer in this world, so it was just fine.

"You can take the honey you just tasted from this flower. The neat flavors are starting to gain a reputation in Wangdu. All you have to do is sow seeds when you convert them to fallow land after farming. As you can see, it's a weed, so it grows without any care. In addition, pay attention to this grassroots"

I pulled out a single renge sow without making a scene. When you pay off the soil, you see a round swelling in each of the thin roots.

"Thus, this grassroots has a small grain attached to it. This grain will help restore fallow land."