The Man Picked Up By the Gods (Reboot)

Next day

One night dawned from the gorgeous festival, and the city of Gimru was returning to everyday life.

Festival decorations remain by the way on the corner, but that will also be cleaned up completely by tomorrow. Most of the stores that come from elsewhere are open, and it looks like there's already a bunch of them in the city.

"The South Gate will be tough because tourists who come for the festival will also be on their way back one after another"

The gatekeeper at the North Gate I went through said something relaxing like that.

And I...

"Because I'm reusing this part!

"Roger! I'll split it it up!

While being instructed by the main tool person in charge of one semroid, work is under way to dismantle the stage.

I am also good at building work, but when it comes to stage and related equipment, it is different on its own, so I decided to use this opportunity to study. Demolition alone is understandable with some structure.

"Excuse me, what about pillars like this screw?

"That's a stage device, so reuse it. The way you use it, you turn that lower handle and lift the people and things you put on top. I didn't use it this time."

"I see."

There are hidden devices, etc. that you can't see from the outside, which is quite interesting.

"Store Manager"

"Mr. Dolce? What's the matter, sir?

"The guards are more interested in the other day's soap theft."

"Okay. Excuse me."

"I heard you. This way is fine. Just go."

"Thank you"

On the way back to the store with Mr. Dolce, he was different from many customers.

The day after I worked scattered at the festival, but our shop is usually open.

I wondered if I could put in a day off, but the housewives told me that "I had stocked up my laundry because of the busy prep period" and "my clothes were dirty because of prep and clean up” so I saw that there was demand and it was going to be open as usual. Instead tonight, like the previous get-togethers, we plan to hold a consolation meeting.

But this prospectus itself seemed right, with 20% more customers making the usual line as of morning. Besides, there was a mix of Mr. Arnold I just met yesterday. Since the inaugural festival is an annual festival, decorative cloths, flags, etc. used for decorating are used around.

Typically, the person in charge separated and washed the items to be disposed of and used together before storage, but this year they are considering using our store with cost and efficiency in mind. I was coming to try it out with my own clothes for that.

I still don't know the result, but maybe an unexpected large contract will come in.

"Excuse me."

Well, it's a meeting.

As he enters the reception room, a male guard lifts his hips off the couch.

Say hello in line with the format and get to the point quickly.

"It's a soap theft that was reported damaged the other day, but the killer was caught. Are you sure about this one?

From the packaging placed on the side, the installed soap is removed from each net.

Did you really get caught? I'm sorry to say this to those who worked so hard to investigate, but I thought the stolen goods were something that wouldn't come back.

"Of course you won't go back. The killer who stole this soap was also picking up a sled, and that's why he was caught yesterday. And when I seized my luggage from my place of stay, this came out. When I questioned him because a damage report had been filed, he admitted the crime."

I was lucky. Let's pray to the Gaines later.

Thinking so, I was asked to sign the certificate of confirmation and return of the stolen goods, so I confirm the contents and then sign.

"... yes, indeed. Thank you."

He received the paperwork with a smile on his face and left in a hurry.

Apparently, the guards are pretty busy, too.

"hun, hu, hu ~ n"

After dropping off the guard to the surface, I saw Mr. Fina singing his nose as he carried his luggage behind the store.

"You're welcome."

"Hih!? So, Store Manager. When?"

"It is now. Because the guards are better off going home."

"Oh, just now..."

"Did I threaten you?

"A little... were you listening?

"That was Mr. Prenance's song."

My face turned red. He was pretty good, and I don't think it's much to worry about... was there anything better than that?

"Oh, yes. Listen, Store Manager. Actually, if you were in charge of customer service earlier, wouldn't you be selling barley tea anymore? I needed a lot of customers. He said it was delicious at the store yesterday."

Well... that's what happened.

"I'm so happy to hear you say that tea made from wheat that I've never sold before is delicious."

I guess that was the reason I made money...... but if that's the case, why don't you make some barley tea and sell it?

"In this store?

"It's in Mr. Fina's village. Even if it can't be sold as wheat, it can be sold as something else processed food."

There will be a question of what to process into and what to make to sell, even if it is processed and sold, but this time it is a state where people are already making inquiries about wanting wheat tea. In other words, there is a slight demand.

Incidentally, last night's tally showed that barley tea accounted for 70% of the sales of beverages opened, and some repeaters would buy more than one drink.

That's it in just two days of sales, so if you sell in the right way, more people might want more.

Cultivation of wheat as a raw material in the village. And processing into tea leaves. Why don't we just go these two and sell them elsewhere? There will be less wheat to be wasted if it is achieved, and more cash income for the village.

I can write a letter of introduction to Mr. Piolo if I have to. The barley tea sold at the festival was made by roasting barley grown in their village here. We could even make it in their village, and with the help of the Sionji Chamber of Commerce there...... yeah, I feel like I should do something about it.

I don't think it's a zero probability, although it might be for calculation.

"There's going to be a lot of wheat harvest, a lot of things to think about, things to do."

"Every year in the village, we plant several types of wheat for disease control. Barley is 30% of the total, but we should also be able to increase it more after next year. But can I really sell it in the village?

"I think I've said this to someone before... even if I think about it, it takes a lot of effort if I want to do it myself. I'm in the store for some reason, but my goal now is to prepare for my return home, so I can't afford to get my hands on barley tea sales"

But I have a customer who tells me he wants some barley tea. There is a village that wants to replace wheat with money.

Then it would be more effectively utilized by their village and the Sionji Chamber of Commerce to handle it. At least it's better than letting it rot at my disposal.

"I used to ask you to interview the earning child here, but I was wondering if some people would not make any money from this."

"I haven't hired anyone from our store yet, so you just have to come out to the city. I would normally hire you from elsewhere if it wasn't enough. I don't care if you come to work reluctantly, and if someone wants to stay in the village, wouldn't that be a good thing? When I want to be filial, I say no parents... and if I can have time with my family, I think I should keep it."

I would be satisfied if you could send me some tea leaves sometimes.

"... Store Manager, may I send a letter to my father on this matter? We'll have the whole village consider it."

"Of course I don't mind. Then I will also send a letter to the Sionji Chamber of Commerce that we are considering this kind of thing. Because suddenly you'll have trouble talking to me."

"Feener! What are you doing!

"Oh, I'm sorry!

I spoke too much at work.

"Excuse me, Mr. Jane. Because I stopped calling. I'm sorry about Mr. Fina, too. I'll talk to you later."

"Yes!"

I broke up with the two of them and decided to go back to dismantling the stage.

That night.

The same facial rash as the get-together gathered in the food court, where most of the stuff on stage and in the store was removed.

"Ha-ha-ha, my mom's still goofing today!

"It's not unnecessary."

Consolation begins in laughter, just like a get-together until a pre-greeting interaction.

Last time, they served dishes that opened the store, but this time they are lined up with different things around the excess ingredients.

For example, Mr. Sherma makes a lot of soup with lots of sausages for hot dogs and vegetables for stir-frying.

One more dish I offer is a "salted noodle".

Noodles and vegetables are diverted from Lemien ingredients. Likewise add the ramon juice and salt and pepper to the bird soup and re-tailor it to a special salt dale. If you fry this over the iron plate prepared by alchemy and pour it over the fired vegetables and noodles...... it makes a joo sound and spreads a good aroma.

"Mmm! Nice smell! 1 plate on a large platter, please!

"Me too!

"Got it!

Provide participants one after the other, starting with Maya and Rick, who have just been smelled.

"Hello, city! Is it time to go to all of them?

"Seven more, sir."

"Ten of us."

"Copy that! Then let's finish this once and for all."

I will make 10 servings of salt-baked noodles and also prepare for Mr. Leelyn and Mr. Faye, who helped me with the customer. Don't forget your share, of course.

... Well, let's eat too. Where shall we go...

"Store manager!"

Whoa, Mr. Callum is calling. Looks like he's with Mr. Serge or Mr. Prenance. Do you want me to mix it over there?

"Welcome"

"Come here, Sa."

"Let's start with a toast. What are you doing today?

"Right......"

I have kids around the same age, and let's make it barley tea.

"Good luck to you all. Cheers!"

"" "Cheers!

Fragrant wheat tea passes through my throat refreshingly and I feel good.

"Phew... you kind of feel like the festival is over..."

"Right. But it's also the beginning for us."

"Mr. Prenance is already going to the new city."

"Yeah, to a city called Dobanan tomorrow morning. Now the festival will be held there."

Move as soon as the festival is over? That's tough...

"We've got everything from accommodation to performance venues for you this time, so it hasn't been that hard."

Sometimes people who produce arts like them don't make it out of the city unless they leave the city that night after the gig to secure a good place. Besides, sometimes I have to sit in the carriage and sleep if I can't get the inn...

When that happens, is this what you're doing here okay? Didn't you force yourself to go along with the consolation?

"Rest assured. There's plenty of room on the schedule. And thanks to a contract with the Morgan Chamber of Commerce, it's easier to arrange accommodation and venues."

"For all of you semroids, we want you to do your job in the best possible place to promote Orgol. I have instructed you to contact the branch and keep the location secure."

"I see. Is that what you meant"

"It's that I sold out the prepared Orgol, and I'm looking forward to it from now on. … and if you look forward to it, you're going to sell this barley tea soon."

"Is that it? Did Mr. Fina tell you?

It was Mr Callum who answered this question.

"You asked me a question earlier about the demand for wheat tea and the prospect of profits. The manager said he was giving permission. I don't know what the head of the village will say, but it looks like they're really going to convince you."

Was it?

"So, what do you say? Prospects."

"I think the unit price will be significantly lower than tea, in other words, it can be easily enjoyed by ordinary people. If you look at the sales of the store, the product value will be sufficient. I was wondering if it would be a loss first. Assuming the cooperation of the Sionji Chamber of Commerce was obtained through the store manager… Food is a gatekeeper, but I think it is quite a business opportunity"

"I agree with you. Callum said it was hypothetical, but Piolo wouldn't say no first. He's not the man to throw away the seeds of commerce thrown into his hands."

Don't worry if these two say so.

"A beverage sold in the corner of the festival saves one village by patrolling............ this becomes a song"

Only one person has a different focus. You're turning this into a song?

"Talks about someone or something being saved are somewhat popular wherever they go. So it is also unlikely that it will go a long way off the audience's taste and will often be covered in the subject matter. But that means a drink is new. If you don't mind, could you let me write a story on the subject of wheat tea?

The story rolled in an unexpected direction. The story of barley tea? How do I judge this...

"I have to give you a personal name or something. And then talk to Mr. Fina and the others. Because it's them and the villagers who sell it."

Conclusion, let's throw round.

"Then hurry up. Excuse me."

He was taking a seat and quickly finding them and talking to them.

"Did you mean it... No, I wonder if you're drunk..."

"He shouldn't be drinking so much though"

"It's going to be"

What happens once...

"Mr. Lyoma."

"Ah, Mr. Maya"

"It's the last time, so why don't we do some art together?

There are a few people gathered around the stage.

Last but not least...... ok.

"Excuse me, I'm just gonna go"

"Good luck, Store Manager"

"We'll have fun"

Then I showed off the results of my own practice while being admired as a new sworddancer.

Every time I cut firewood while emphasizing the cushioning to match the song, the applause returns.

At the end of one song, even louder applause.

On a guitar I pulled out in good shape, playing Sunday night or Saturday morning Anison...

I mixed it up with one of you guys who show off their art for fun and made memories before we broke up.