Sweet Reincarnation

Episode 098: The Beginning of Sugar Making (Second Year)

Spring sucks.

If you enter the Red Moon, the Mortarn realm can overflow with greenery.

The vast drylands, which had a lonely sight a long time ago, have also been enriched thanks to the water for irrigation under construction.

There were men who put such a source of wealth in front of them and converse.

"Heh, this is the rumored sugar vegetable."

"Yep. I say sweet sorghum"

I said, "Hey, hey, hey.

"Lots of impurities, too, so it's not very tasty, is it?

"...... ppe. Sure, sweet is sweet, tannic and smells blue."

"If it's raw, it's natural."

The two conversing laughed.

Pastry and Slavomir.

"I need Slavomir to remember how to handle it, so I'm going to ask him to direct it quickly."

"All of a sudden? That's nasty. I don't even know where to start."

"... First of all, that's pruning the early planting part. Please keep track of the differences and fertility status for each condition as we are seeding away from each other a little bit."

"As usual, Mr. Pastry is a rough man."

"Because you think you can do it. I hope so."

What Pace is directing right now is the making of sugar.

Institution-building was carried out with Slavomir, in charge of agriculture, on the harvesting of raw material crops, which could also be described as its preparation.

Slavomir is a young man who turns eighteen this year. A former orphan who features adorable wood-colored hair and whose slightly rounded face resembles a raccoon.

There have also been poor conditions and I have experienced a variety of farming on the ground.

He has a more honest personality than his ex and is often played with Nicolo in the Mortairn family.

"I'll do everything I'm told, guys, I'm short on manpower. I'd like to at least bring people from the main village who are used to farming."

"I can't do that."

"Well, what is it?

"Because the people who came to explore our secrets are finally in the realm. Unless we have a mass production system in place enough to at least secure the profits of the forerunners... if we compete with the big house as it is now, the new industry in the corner will be stolen"

"You've come to explore so much, haven't you?

"Yeah. Almost all the pedestrians who are coming to us are spies. People from other houses, who come by somethin 'about greetings, celebrations, consultation, are also putting in an exploration of it all. This situation prevents people from moving from the main village."

"Don't tell me what's going to be a secret, stop talking."

"It's something that can be inferred from trivial things, even if you're stopping. Even a few clues, if stacked, approach the truth. If you want to keep it confidential, it's better that people who deal with other people don't know anything."

The field of corn expanded from the playground of Pais to the village of Nishino (Kochen).

The most favoured land for cultivation in the Mortarn territory is the fields of the main village, but we dare to create a system of new industries in Kochen. Naturally, there's a reason for this.

Kochen has a population of about fifty people.

All of which are people with ties to the Mortairn family, just houses with which we have been dating for a long time. It's just a bunch of reborn people, so to speak. Many people have no place to go when they are expelled from Mortairn territory.

If you come from a neighborhood on the streets of Mortairn territory geographically, go through the new village to the main village (Zarsden).

Alternatively, from the new village to the village of Higashino (Kirchen).

The only way to get to Kochen is from the main village, and the village farthest from the rest of us is Kochen.

Currently, permission from the Lords is required to go from Zarsden to Kochen. And no permission will ever be granted to a human being in another realm. In the first place, the very existence of this village has not been made public.

Former agricultural reform, sensitive military training, strategic stockpiles that are sneaking up, etc. Most of the things I don't want to be seen have been collected in the village of Xino.

And the sugar industry and liquor breweries being studied to grow as new industries in the Mortarn territory were also supposed to consolidate the system and manufacturing know-how exactly in the village of Xino before moving to other villages.

"I don't know much about politics, and I'll leave you to Master Pastry. In the meantime, if we harvest it, yeah?

"Yes, please."

Slavomir has a serious personality.

To do what was said quickly, he leads the villagers in the village of Xino to come mowing the corn.

I'm going to mow less than 10% of the whole thing today, and the rest of it while I put a few days aside, and I'm going to mow it all by summer or so.

It is his job to lead the villager, compile records of his growth and what he noticed during the harvest, and report back to the upper management.

Pais has been overseeing the situation for a while, but a certain amount of it moves to you at a time collected near the barn.

I was testing the juicing process last year, because the steps ahead from there would not be talked about without direct supervision of Pais.

Only Pais knows how to make sugar in shards.

But when he arrives, Pace rounds his eyes.

"Is that it? That's kind of a lot of people"

When it comes to barns, it's a joint village store.

The barn in the village of Xino is quite large due to special circumstances. What I mean by Pace's senses, it's like an elementary school gymnasium, something as big as that.

Even so, there is talk of expanding it because there are too many things to keep inside.

What cannot be shown to other houses is often punished here, so it was also a place guarded day and night in the name of the preservation of Community property.

In that, a rare gathering of Mortairn family members is taking place.

Headed by Sgt. Shiites, Coantro, Nicolo and Tobiam. I'm surprised (a lot) by the men lined up.

"Boy's gonna do something new, right? There's definitely something going on, so we tightened our sides so tightly. Come on."

"Rude. It just squeezes the juice, so nothing will happen."

"No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. I've got a word for the Admiral, so I'd like you to meet me there."

"If you're rooting for your father, you can't even tell him to leave. Shiits is too hand-wound."

"Ha, I'm glad to hear your praise."

"I didn't praise you."

Same exchange between the chief squire and Pais.

Shiites, who have a reputation for bad mouth, and Pace, who has a reputation for good returns, are occasionally mixed with poison in their conversations with each other. It is also a common sight in the Mortairn family.

"This is the juicer, isn't it?

"Yep. It was given to me by Uncle Fuberlek Borderline. We tried it last year, so let's get started."

In front of us is a wooden juicer. Two of those, too.

There is something like a dropping lid that fits perfectly into a large barrel-like object, so that it is pressed with this lid and the juice is squeezed from the contents. The method of pressing is also known as threaded, a powerful one that utilizes the power of the helix.

With the hands of his men, Pais fills the contents of the throat and barrel with sugar corn stems.

"Young lady, what can I do about this ear part?

"It will feed goats and chickens, so collect it. Collect the spilled fruit with soil and brooms and sprinkle it on fallow land, and the chicken will only bear the fruit."

"That's good. You're talking about more and more chickens, right? Was it about seventy now?

"I don't know the exact number without asking Slavomir, but that's about it. We also hear that there are about thirty hinas hatched during the winter, so it's not that far beyond the hundreds of great"

The ear part of the corn is still blue just mowed early.

Nicolo, the treasurer, broke his face at Pace's words about feeding it on chickens.

Because fragile eggs are not suitable for trading, the proportion consumed in the territory is extremely high and, inevitably, there are also many opportunities to enter the mouth of the squire.

Nicolo's favorite is egg rolls. That is also enough to reign in the first place of immobility since I was fed a slightly sweetened Mortairn-style egg roll after employment.

I don't even try to hide my delight when I hear more chickens.

"I used to have a hard time keeping two or three. I've been to other villages to buy food because I haven't been busy. Remember how hard it was when you didn't have to buy wheat fuzz."

"I'm out, Mr. Shiitz's old story. It's a long time for an old man to talk about his old hard work."

"All right Nicolo, get on the table!! I'll give you immediate educational guidance. Don't resent me if I pass out."

"Yikes!! Tyranny!! Young lady, please help me!!

Shiites bit at Nicolo's rudeness.

This loose upward and downward relationship is also the home style of the Mortairn family.

"Don't do anything stupid, just turn the juicer"

"Ho ho ho"

"Eh, Nicolo, remember later"

The sight of the youngest man making a scene about the unrest of the truly unattainable people. It is an occasion to feel uncomfortable if you are not a person accustomed to insanity.

"Then Shiites and Koan are this way, Nicolo and Tobiam are this way. Thirty Punishment Games On Your Arms If You Were Less Squeezed"

"Ugh, there were more tyrannical people!!

"Get bored, Nicolo. I'm talking about moving your hands more than your mouth."

If you're a standing person, you're good at using your men only for the kind of paces that even your parents use.

By making him compete well, he was trying to increase efficiency.

Shiites and others are aware of thoughts, but Nicolo and others are easily put on board because of their inexperience as well. Use all your strength to squeeze the corn.

"Sounds good"

After a while, I can juice the corn.

Stand up for raw squeezing. The most squeezed stand. It won't be sugar as it is because it also mixes fine fiber and debris, but this is one of the mountain ranges of the year from here.

"Young lady, what's that?

"This is a handmade filter with several pieces of cloth overlaid. I thought I'd use this to remove debris and squeeze it first."

"Ooh!!

Filter through about five pieces of cloth when transferring juice from the barrel to the barrel.

You can't get rid of floats below the cloth's eyes with this, but obviously you can get rid of trash and so on.

Jobo Jobo and about three-quarters of the large barrel accumulated juice as it was stirred to form bubbles.

"That's it. Now next..."

Transfer the accumulated juice into several barrels.

Pais gave instructions about three times.

"Hmm? Why are you such a pain in the ass? Wouldn't it be more convenient to keep it all together?

"Tobiam, this is for an experiment. If you can teach me all the procedures from the start, you should put them all together, but no one can tell me because it's a new industry. Whether it takes time to find the best because you have to repeat the trial and error, you must first create a working procedure that meets the minimum. Improvement also requires a form based on. This year, we're going to start by establishing procedures for removing impurities successfully."

"... I'm not sure. What do we know in three parts?

"I'm going to try to change the terms for each one of them. You used the exact same procedure to squeeze the juice, didn't you?

"Whoa. I've been watching, I know that."

"We divide the same premise into three parts, one left like this. I'll just leave it and see if it precipitates. One of these puts lime in. This is the fate, but I still want to make sure it works. The other, add charcoal. This expects the adsorption of impurities. We observe the passage of time and the situation to distinguish the difference between each. It was the same up to the juice, so if there's a difference, you mean the effect of what you put in it, right?

"I see. You think amazing."

Seeing Tobiam snort firmly, Shiites took a bad turn.

"Let the villagers do it in the future, so it will be natural to make sure and easy to understand procedures. Shit, you can use your head."

"Hmm? I'm good at punching heads."

"... that's enough. I expected you to think I was stupid."

Beautifully tri-segmented corn juice.

Line up what I bought lime from Decoco when I was a pedestrian and what I threw in charcoal with what I didn't do.

"Well, you'll be observing for a while later"

"I hope it works out."

"Even if it works, we have a long way to go. Lime is the main fate, but if this experiment goes well, then we also need an experiment to establish the optimal amount of lime next. The same thing with charcoal. Adjustment takes time. Oh, there's a problem if you leave nothing in there and just let it precipitate and it works."

"Hmm? If the supernatant can do nothing, it will be a success. Is there a problem?

Shiitz questions.

If you add lime or charcoal and it works, I know the next experiment will stretch. But if it works just by leaving it, it didn't seem particularly problematic.

"... you'd have to decide when to leave it, wouldn't you?

"Sort of. It's important to decide when to leave it."

"If you put it down for too long..."

"When you put it down?

"It may ferment and become alcoholic"

"" A liquor?!

The muddy, painful men around him stopped moving simultaneously.

"Shiites Sgt. All you have to do is observe, and the busy squire chief should return to the mansion."

"Hehe, yes, yes. We'll take a good look."

"Ah? Are you kidding me? This isn't a time to leave it to paper like you guys. You guys are good enough to go back first."

It was an outspoken attitude.

Rookies trying to kick out old stocks like Shiites and Coantro. And ancient showmen trying to kick out newcomers like Nicolo and Tobiam.