Seiun wo Kakeru

Sit back on the bed. It makes a giddy noise and slightly stirs, but the soft elasticity of the cotton returns.

... I really use cotton. Wow.

I wonder how much storage they are using.

The feeling of a solid cotton lining has been since life in Japan. I mean, it's been a year.

I was prepared that I would no longer return to a modern Japanese standard of living, but in an unexpected way, I was able to touch something unexpected.

Age looks around the room again.

How often is this accommodation used?

We welcome our guests, so I guess we've never been over to keep them as luxurious as we can, but this is still quite a luxury.

Fernando is falling into bed, breathing heavily and rolling gobbly.

I thought it was a child, but without Fernando, Age would have done the same.

For a while, the two of them rested their bodies slowly without words.

I feel tired on an unfamiliar voyage, resting as well.

It was an overwhelming attraction compared to a bed of straw.

I'm sure Tania would be happy to bring this back.

At the time of the transaction, think about whether you can purchase cotton.

With this much, we will have to replace quite a few farm tools, etc.

Naturally it is for personal use, so it will be Age's own takeout, not the village offering for trading.

It would be a considerable expense.

No, but I'm sure you'll need it when the child is born.

Mmm, and when Age was worried, I heard Fernando with a strange look that I didn't know why.

"What's wrong with you?

"No. This bed is amazing and we want it too"

"Well, Age, I guess you could trade it. If you put out a shovel or a knife, even if it's somewhat expensive, you'll know what it's worth."

"Right......"

Age had something she wanted to get on this sailing trip.

That's tons of salt and sea fish.

If you go all the way down the river, naturally you will eventually reach the sea.

Originally, only the minimum necessary salt is available in the village of Siena.

Salt made in seaside villages rises exponentially in value as it is exchanged in villages.

Salt is needed in large quantities in winter to make preserved foods, but it is also a necessity in everyday life.

And the salt was luxury.

Sometimes the opposite is true, of course.

Leather is the most accessible material in the village of Siena, but its value will soar as we approach the sea.

In the seaside villages, it should have been possible for the village of Siena to exchange salt in the ratio of a dozen parts of the salt available in the transaction.

And if we got tons of salt, Age was going to make something that was ready to fail.

But you might need to give it up, too.

"Either way, since you asked me how much cotton I could give you."

"Oh. Time to go"

"Yeah. Oh, and Mr. Fernando"

"Yeah?"

"I don't know if it will be today or tomorrow, but when it comes to negotiations, can you leave it to me?

Age has unforgettable, bitter memories.

That was the negotiation with Franco.

Even now, Agie didn't think she had a downfall in the negotiations back then.

Among the limited conditions resulting from the overwhelming information difference, the line to be observed at the very least was adhered to.

But it's true that they were holding the pace unilaterally.

It was Fernando's job to negotiate the deal.

He traded as a representative of the village and also had friendly relations with Girolamo.

That bargaining power should have reached a certain level.

So, in the short term, it's smarter to leave it to Fernando.

But not only did Age participate in this deal because she was the originator.

The aim was for Age's own knowledge and skills to be valid cards in the negotiations and to gain experience in the negotiations.

Age didn't tell anyone, didn't give them a look, but she kept it a secret all along.

I can't finish without being hit.

The next time you confront Franco, I'll give you more than equal results this time.

Age exhaled pneumonia.

"Hey, did you take your time?

"Thank you. It was a great room."

"That was good. It's the most proud part of my village. I've gotten used to visitors lately. I'm still glad to see the surprise of my first customers, like you."

When Ages visited the clown's house again, the fire was already lit indoors and the room smelled like delicious food.

In addition to the clown, there were three other women in the house.

She was just an old, beautiful woman.

Looks like they're all clown wives.

I thought you liked women, but when I heard they were widows who had lost all three husbands, I changed my mind.

The situation of widows is often hard.

Being the wife of a village chief would also make it possible to live quite a bit.

I guess it's a remedy that takes advantage of the position of village chief.

"Come on, come on in. Thank God for today's wonderful encounter with your distant visitors."

"I'll have it."

The wine was poured.

When Age ascertains the flavour, it should still be said here, the wine tastes different.

It was sour in the village of Tal, but sweet in the village of Mostri.

And it seemed to be slightly more frequent. Was it so well fermented?

It's not a good idea to drink too much.

It's not alcohol resistant, so you have to refrain.

Fernando was drinking gubbily as Age decided to moisten her mouth.

I've been drinking for the past few days, but I'm worried that I won't be in the middle of it, but I guess I'm worried.

I didn't even look hungover. I envy being resistant to alcohol.

"Oh, doesn't Mr. Age get much to drink?

"I'm not very strong."

"Really? So how about ale? This will still be easy to drink."

"Thank you. But this bread is delicious."

"They use goat yogurt. Do you think the bread will soften?"

"... it's fermentation"

"Fermentation?"

"No, never mind. This is the story."

The eyes of Girari and the clown seemed to shine, but Age could only spill a bitter smile.

Describing microorganisms and fungi will probably not be understood.

Being treated like a freak doesn't gain anything.

Then you should give the impression that you are a person with knowledge that you do not know.

In response to the cloudy response, the clown never went any further.

"More than that, Mr. Clown. By your mouth, your grandfather, Mr. Clown, or his father, Mr. Clown, seemed to be quite brilliant. I am unfortunately not familiar with the village of Mostri. Can I talk to you for a second?

"Yeah, right. Please listen to me. The village of Mostri, until my grandfather's generation, had no characteristics whatsoever… No, on the contrary, it was a poor village with harsh characteristics: soil completely unsuitable for crops"

"Poor...? I don't think so."

"They didn't even wheat to their satisfaction every year, and it was critical to live. But my grandfather didn't finish it."

When it came to the steps of talking about the village's past, the clown's tone began to fever.

Everyone must be happy to talk about their past and that of their village.

"One year my grandfather went to the deal because he was less fruitful and to procure food for his neighbor village. In the two neighbouring villages, negotiations took place in different quantities, even if they traded the same. One more and one less. That's when my grandfather said he noticed. We don't have to make our own things, but if we can get some purchases from somewhere else, we can be rich."

"Is that the beginning"

"That's right. Although small, this realization is what my grandfather Clown made of. We grabbed the credibility to each village and used it as the starting point for the transaction. I say the village no longer starves. That's why he's called the father of the deal."

"That was awesome, wasn't it?"

"Yes, but the power of his grandfather was also with his father's help."

"What do you mean?

"My father has further developed his grandfather's ways. We have improved the luggage cars we use to trade and make it easier for horses to tow. And he saw the deal that only his grandfather had ever made as a central industry in the village, and he set up a trading squad. This has led us to make deals across the island. We have decided on a sales route so that we can travel efficiently around the entire village on the island and around all the regions."

"That's really awesome..."

The clown's father had to say that he was one or two steps ahead in time.

Even if we gather all the villagers in the village of Siena, the people who can come up with reasonable ideas will be enough to count.

Not to mention it's a really rare talent to be able to think of efficient mechanisms.

"My father's performance is tough with this thing, but it didn't stay that way. When my father created a manpower surplus through the deal, he embarked on the next development of the village. One sturdy and splendid house after another, pulling out a carpenter who knew brick architecture where there was only one artisan who could handle it at the time and familiarizing the villagers with it. Most of the buildings left in this village are made for my father."

It was also natural for the clown to brag about his chest.

Indeed, given the trading squad's income, it would make more money than plowing less fruitful land, and it would take less effort and personnel.

If you think that far and set up a trading squad, the clown's father deserves to be called a great man.

What Age liked most of all was that while the trading team made a lot of money, each of the villages they traded with were in a stable relationship with good buyers and good sellers with goods on hand.

"My father didn't succeed in everything either, though, did he?

"Really?

"Yep. The biggest failure was, after all, the abandonment of road laying"

Surely there was a fine cobblestone path in this village.

But I guess this road is limited only in the village.

I had never seen a road-like path in the village of Siena, as well as in the village of Tal.

At best, it's about a trace of a cow truck passing through. Not serviced.

"Build a path and you can run a carriage faster than you can now. My father suggested to the neighboring villages that the interaction with each village could be deeper now..."

"He said he refused without a nibble."

"Yes. First of all, we have a huge manpower problem. Neighboring villages usually earn their living from agriculture. But they didn't understand the need any more than that. They are, at best, once a month, to the point where one goes on a deal. I was in a lot of trouble, and somewhat sooner, we didn't have any benefit, they said no. That's a good story. More importantly, I was told that there was a way to make it easier to get attacked during the war. I hadn't even imagined this, but I can only imagine how many people would actually use the road at once. Thus the road laying plan ended only in the village. It was a huge deficit because I was finishing construction in the village to show you an example."

That said, the road itself should have been more convenient in the village alone.

Especially in the rain, the road becomes muddy and the wheels are taken and difficult to go on.

Age also wanted to lay the roads in order to use the hand-held cars efficiently, so he knew well that he wanted to build the roads.

Fortunately, it seems to be going to be a utility, and the villagers were given enough to eat and didn't complain.

The story of the development of two generations of parents and children whose grandfather clowns sprinkled seeds and whose father clowns blossomed splendidly was fun to listen to.

When I hear about people's past and the past of their land, I realize that there is an unexpected drama.

The village of Siena has the same drama, and I guess my wife Tania has old memories.

I think I'd like to hear it once I get home.

"So, Mr. Clown."

"Yes, what is it?

Where the story ends, Fernando speaks with one hand of wine.

"No, I know very well that your grandfather and father are splendid. So, if you'd like, could you let me know what the current village chief, Mr. Clown, is up to?

"Oh!"

As soon as the clown gasped to suffer, looking up at the ceiling.

Both Age and Fernando were surprised by the way it looked.

When Age stared at Fernando, the look on his face, maybe he did? It says:

"I am too mediocre compared to my great grandfather and father. I'm thinking about the next stage, but my village is not the only one that needs time to do it."

"What, by the way?

"It's a city. Gather people from neighboring villages, have them stay at the hotel, and clean up the deal at once. We provide a place, and we ask you to rise all the way up. The trade itself will make a little less money, but it will definitely increase the movement of things and people."

I thought this clan was really good.

Though the thinking is completely commercial, I am thinking precisely and efficiently of the development of the village.

I guess they envisage a more vibrant village than the city itself makes money, or a richer one for the villagers to exchange.

If the population grows in the future, people should come and go bigger.

It's a policy that looks ahead.

"But what's the problem?

"Because our village isn't alone. I haven't convinced you well yet. Well, it's only a matter of time."

The clown strained his chest and insisted so.

But is it something that works so well?

Near the village of Mostri, there will be relatively much interaction from time to time.

Will we find significance in purposefully coming together?

Even a man like the clown's father, if they do not serve each other's interests, the negotiations will be broken.

How to present the benefits and let the other spontaneously make concessions is the key to the negotiations.

Little by little, I feel like I'm starting to understand that breathing.

"You brought the deal, didn't you?

"Yes."

"Tomorrow morning, I'll let you see it."

"Best regards"

"The furs and yarns in the village of Siena are of good quality. I'll put the cost of getting here into the calculations. You can count on me."

"That's not all tomorrow, though."

"Heh. What is it? Is that the soap Jean was talking about?

"Enjoy tomorrow"

If I showed the iron products to attract interest, I'd rather take them to negotiations at once than let them cool off overnight.

At the end of the meal, each of them was taking their time.

Drink wine or ale with one hand, little one, and knob cheese or smoked meat.

The clown is surrounded by three wives, laughing joyfully.

Fernando also turns his consciousness to wine as he exchanges words about just how he never speaks to his wife.

That's how the night went up.