The Economics of Prophecy

The next day, Dalgan goes around the ranch with Sheila, who was attached to the guide. First, I go out to the pasture and wave the grass-eating cow a sickle at a distance. Grab the mowed grass and head back to the cowshed as you sweat in the morning sun.

When you enter a cowshed, you see a cow eating special bait. It's obviously a turn bigger than what was outside.

"That's different from the touch..."

hand pressing the back of a cow waving his tail, Dulgan said.

"Because I'm doing the wheat and bean cusp I got from Kenwell and Belmini with the grass"

"I'm sorry I couldn't order it."

"... not a big hassle"

"Dismantling next?"

Unlike yesterday, Dalgan said, bewildered by Sheila, who grew up.

"Look at the blood. Don't flip it."

"I'm not that blunt on boulders. Besides, you don't crush cows that much this time of year."

Basically crushing cattle is before winter. During the winter, when the pasture does not grow, it is raised by cattle in hay. That's what Dulgan was doing earlier. I mean, it takes time and place to preserve it, and the grass was mowed during the summer in the first place.

In addition, cows who cannot feed enough will lose weight during the winter months. So, after fattening the grass from growing summer to autumn until it runs out, we turn it into meat in the winter. Meat also has seasons.

"Three years ago you let a bunch of cows crush you even though it wasn't the time to fight. Unlike birds and pigs, it takes time to grow up, and a small number of children are born at a time. I would have had a hard time getting my head back."

"Because I'm getting enough money. I got the new carriage turned as a priority too...... Besides, this time it's meat I'm offering to the new king. My father and I have nothing to complain about, thanks to our new business partner."

Sheila said. I hope there's nothing to complain about. That look remains sinking.

"I was unlucky to break my leg, and that's it."

"That was a disaster."

Dargan went to the slaughterhouse after Sheila. Inside, a large axe or sharply sharpened knife. There are hammers for crushing bones, etc. Sheila, with her bloody trembling toilet, pointed at the cow who dragged her leg.

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"Well, maybe he was blunt after all."

Leaving the slaughterhouse, Dalgan wiped the sweat off his forehead. The smell of blood is stained to the back of my nose.

"You didn't see it."

"Ugh. If you're a bird, cows don't get the chance yet."

Dulgan said to Sheila, who regained some strength.

"Well, I guess you're not in a position to be involved in that anymore. Talk about Reyzouko and the new market yesterday. Dad said so, too. The world you're looking at is different. Big dealers spanning two countries."

"Well, I can't help it when I'm over there. Anyway, new information comes in every day. Something like that refrigerator that turns business common sense upside down all of a sudden."

"I guess so."

"Ma, that's why..."

Sometimes I have to check this out. Less than the past half-day, he had made that thought stronger. While I was running forward, I found out what I had been saving.

"... even at the princess's wedding."

"Oh, oh, that's tiring"

Suddenly he shook the story three years ago, and Dalgan said in confusion. All that time, I felt sympathy for a worthy junior. Most of all, if you look at the beauty of the white dress lining up next door, naturally everyone will think you should put up with that much.

I'd be sorry if it wasn't someone with a little more legs on the ground if I tried Dalgan to welcome him to my wife.

"That's because the groom is a junior in college and a business associate. So. It's not just me, it's the Prussians and the Lilkas."

Dulgan hastily added that the disgust would fly again. Sheila's side clouded again.

"The princess and junior pulled you into such a dangerous place, didn't they? Even the new city was a land where the Warcraft would fly around until a little while ago. Now, if anything happens, it's the first place to get attacked."

Sheila bit her lip.

"Well yeah. But I've been thinking a lot about making sure it doesn't happen. I don't know, like reading a stream of magic or something, just watch it. There are some amazing people involved in that. Well, it's not dangerous."

said D'Argan. In fact, three years ago, I resisted a large group of insects that had broken into near the main business by wearing a magic catalyst. So far with little effect, Mayteel helped me. Honestly, I thought you were dead then.

"I don't know half what you're talking about."

"... come visit me once"

"Eh."

To Sheila, who became a sinking voice, D'Argan said so unexpectedly.

"It's in our city. I think you'll find out once you see it. I think even the two of you just said you'd find out once we talked."

While I was saying it, he started to think it wasn't a bad idea. Ricardo should also want to hear the ranch's opinion on the distribution of meat. Besides, I wanted to show my daughter in front of me the company and the city that I am now doing with.

"... you can't leave work. Isn't this the best time for cows to get fat?"

"Well, you are."

"And a country girl like me can't get out in front of a princess."

Sheila said, paying for the straw of her skirt.

"No, if you wear it properly... Oops, nothing."

I realized I was trying to say something that wasn't a pattern, and Dalgan stopped the words.

"More than that, did you come up with something? I guess that's why I came all the way to such a despicable place."

"Oh, yeah, I feel like I'm out this far."

D'Argan put his hand on his throat. The truth is, I almost forgot about my first ranch job in a long time and how my daughter looked in front of me.

I just feel like something is no longer in my chest. As D'Argan tried to figure out who the sprouts were, he heard noisy voices from the outside. At the same time, the smell of smoke and burnt oil reached my nose.

Turning behind the slaughterhouse, ranch employees were gathered before the burning. The fragrant smell mixed with smoke becomes stronger and stronger.

"My lady, my husband. Just the right place. I'm about to start."

An old stock man, who also knows D'Argan, pointed to the front of the bonfire. It was elongated, gotten sloppy, and various forms of meat stabbed on the skewers, pointing at the incineration.

"Oh yeah or clean up"

said D'Argan.

It is the treatment of the gut that does not become a commodity. It is used as an intestinal material, like the small intestine of pigs, or there is a market for levers and the like as paste. Unlike meat, organs are difficult to preserve and can take time to process blood and contents. There are many parts of the product that are not profitable. This is how the area I said it would be consumed by humans at the production site.

"This is what I'm looking forward to doing."

Raised a wooden cup like another one put aside. It contains foaming yellow liquor.

"My husband's lying, too."

The offered skewer was stabbed with meat with a complex white body. I control Sheila by hand to say, "This guy is already..."

"Oh, here you go."

Dalgan opened his big mouth when he received the skewer, and he bumped.

It has a different elasticity and complex flavour than meat. I just baked it in a sauce. It tastes far from elegant, but its power is strong.

"You're in my stomach."

"I also have intestines. I think we taste better this way."

D'Argan drinks it up with the barley ale.

"It's certainly the best knob for barley. The flavor of the ranch………"

That's it. Dalgan let the skewer out of his mouth. His eyes are poured into a bloody mass of organ that is piled on the plate behind the burning fire.

"I look forward to simmering at night. Husband, if I let you handle the moth, your daughter's arm won't hurt anyone on the ranch. No, who are you polishing for..."

"You're not eating like this anymore."

Sheila waved her hands and denied it. It was then that I saw a glimmer of road in the sprouts earlier in Dulgan's head. Local unique ingredients that are difficult to preserve. It's not an identity. But……………….

"Hey Sheila, can you get me to spin the moth? I want to take it home when I leave."

"What are you talking about? Are you really dull? You can't do this right away... Oh, I wish I had that magic box"

That's it. Sheila looked at Dalgan with a surprised face.

"No way, take this... They must be kings."

Sheila stalled. D'Argan bumped when he received another skewer.

"A king or a human being. There's no way I don't know that. Especially if that one might be interesting. However…"

D'Argan saw Sheila from the front.

"Don't let me fail and lose my neck. Why don't you come to my shop and help me?"

said D'Argan.

"Wow, my cooking..."

"I'm not going to let the boulders serve your dishes as they are. But it's ruined if you don't know how to handle things to make them elaborate. Please, I need you."

"Uh."

Zhu stabbed Sheila in the cheek. The employees who watched as what would begin around them calmed down.

"Well, what is that? Does this in itself broaden the scope of business? So I'd like you to help me out all the time, if you can."

D'Argan said to fold. This kind of momentum.

Sheila got annoyed.

"My dad says," I don't care if you're a concubine or whatever, you can clean it up.... If you feed me that ice cream thing every day, I'll follow you "

As it were, he said he would turn away. It is red to the ear.

"You idiot. If a merchant forgives his wife for such luxury, the store leans.... Well, once a week is a good place"

That's what D'Argan said and laughed. Sheila nodded cocklessly as she nagged.

A quiet place sprang up. The employees started toasting as they stood up. One skewer after another is seared towards the fire.

"Seriously, you're running out of minutes for me to take it home. Oh, no, I don't mind. Bring the regular meat. It's my treat."

To Dulgan's words, the man who just said, "I like this one better" says, "That's extravagant," and he's doing well. The lid of a barrel containing barley wine is broken.

The unpackable noise began surrounding the two of them.

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The next day, there were two of them in a carriage heading north.

"Damn, this will make you feel better first."

Sheila said as if she was frightened in a rocking carriage.

"You don't have a choice. After that, Marto's father-in-law, Uncle, drank me too."

Dalgan groaned with a blue face as Sheila completely regained her strength.