Why don't you build a village on top of the world tree

"Cold, cold"

Melmie wraps around the blanket and circles over the couch, looking out resentfully.

The view outside, with snow and poor vision, looked cold even through the window.

I also feel cold wearing a sweater knitted with coyote hair.

"Kids won't be able to snowball today either."

"You'll be snowy in no time if you go outside. My heart is warm, Mr. Melmie. It's cold enough to freeze. So, Amane, for..."

"Rely on the blanket."

Richay looked at me as he called Melmie from behind.

"I'd rather increase the village's income than subsidize the operation of a treatment center. Is there anything you can do to increase the number of rum birds?

Maintenance costs apply because treatment centers regularly replace medications with new items or require equipment such as clean cloths.

Surgical surgery, etc. will carry patients to the city of Cuttera unless it is very urgent, so maintenance costs are still low, but from the perspective of village management, I want more income than ever before.

"How many rum birds are there right now?

"Ninety. Some hinas to keep the numbers, but seeing this snow..."

Richay looks out worried.

Even in the office it's cold enough for Melmie to twirl into a blanket. The breeding shed will be all the more so.

"Could Hina freeze to death in the cold"

"With that said, aren't you going to go to the breeding shed today?

"With the cold weather going on these past few days, I took turns without exception, taking into account my physical condition. My turn starts three days after tomorrow."

It was hard to deceive Marcto, who cried and complained that he wanted to continue his breeding shed cage.

Hina dies. The eggs of the future, the meat, it complains loudly already...

"Can Richay and Melmie stay here? Smoking facilities would be warmer, wouldn't they?

"There's a shift. Although Teten was unfortunate, it should be okay because only women are in smoking facilities. Just in case, I'll go check on you at lunch."

Teten will be delighted.

I also feel a little nostalgic for not having teten in the corner of the office wall.

"So, we're talking about the village's income."

Richay returns to the conversation.

"Do you want me to try and grow something new?

"The oil I took from Louis Auto sold quite a bit, and I wonder if it would be better if he could process it and hold it there for a while"

Louiote, a crop for oil collection, is a fertilizer-eating plant.

On the north side of a world tree in the village of Tacax, lamb birds were not grown, and they were grown finely because of the difficulty of securing compost.

So when we started growing compost in front of ourselves, there were so many pedestrians from several towns and cities, starting with the city of Cuttera, who came to see what was going on.

"I think it was a good focus in terms of demand and supply. Profits were also made, as well as the effective use of compost, which had been sold successively by abandoned villages due to snow shaking. It's a crop you want to keep growing next year."

"Do you want to increase the cultivated area of Louis Auto?

But it takes a hand, doesn't it? Because it's a fairly bug-prone crop.

"It's more manpower to sell compost as it is, so it's going to be profitable as a result. The oil used in the village covers its current area and can be exported."

Richay doesn't seem to be very enthusiastic either.

Melmie comes to me with a blanket on her shoulder.

"What about selling furniture?

The production and sale of world wooden furniture, led by Melmie, is a product with a very high profit margin for the few things that can be sold.

Sometimes Melmie is ordered from the city of Cuttera to make it.

"The customer is just on Melmie, and the furniture from Tacax Village doesn't have a special reputation, so it will sell even if it increases"

"It's a matter of transportation costs that pedestrians don't want to buy."

"I'll squeeze the carrier."

I really hate pedestrians for tense products. Naturally because of the importance attached to profit margin per volume.

Although it would be a little more accommodating if a chamber of commerce had some size and sales channels like the Komatsu Chamber of Commerce, there is not enough number of goods in the village of Takakus to be able to trade steadily.

"I can't think of a good product."

Thinking of it as this, the office bell rang.

I thought it was an urgent business because it was enough to come all the way through this snow to the office, and I immediately open the door.

A fine macho stood. It is Marcto.

"I need to talk to the village chief by folding in."

"If it's not urgent enough to talk on the doorstep, come in. The snow blows in."

"Okay, I'm sorry to bother you"

Put the marcto inside, let the snow fall, and then pass it to the office and reception room.

Marcto, who entered the reception room, took a bunch of paper out of the bag he was holding.

"Village Chief, check this out first"

The bundle of paper given to me by Marcto described the quality of the meat and eggs of the ram birds.

"To date, the number of rum birds raised in the village of Tacax and eventually on the table is nearly eighty. Until the second generation. We excluded the exported lamb birds because we didn't know exactly what they were, and asked everyone in the village to evaluate the taste of the lamb birds served in the village, and that's what we put together in the materials."

As Marcto put it, what is written on the bundle of paper is predominantly the appreciation of flavor. To avoid bias hanging, or the name of the person assessed is not written.

I also remember Marcto asking me how I appreciated the flavor when I ate rum birds at festivals and such. I guess the question was to everyone in the village then.

However, even if you write a name and taste assessment that you are Pochinojin, I don't even know if it is the first or second generation if you don't compare it with the breeding records.

Pochinojin is definitely the one who liked to collect things. When did you eat it? When the bridge was finished?

"If you look at the material, you will see that there are variations in the assessment of taste for each individual"

"Oh, you seem to have that. I just don't know how old the individual was when I ate this material. Look at the breeding records and add them."

"Ah, yes. I'll write now, can I have it back for a moment?

Marcto receives the material from me and writes down his age without even looking at the breeding records. He remembers it all.

After writing down his age, Markt revisits the material and gives it to me.

"Basically, young birds appreciate the flavor better. There's a couple of guys out of tune."

"Yeah, you're right. And that's why I'm here today."

Marcto moves in and pushes himself out, urging him to turn a bunch of paper.

When I turned a few sheets of paper and skipped reading the taste evaluation data, a string emerged that would be a breed improvement plan.

"If there's an individual difference, it's a plan to multiply it between individuals who have a better taste."

Was that genetic knowledge in this world?

But whether there is one or not, Markt's breed improvement plan is one that bears in mind the existence of genes.

Richay pinched his mouth as he read the plan wondering how he had answered.

"I've read a story in the past about a researcher who experimented with controlling the color of Takowka flowers. The result is failure. Because of the frequent results of multiplying the same colors with each other, the genetic theory has become obscure, right?

I hear Mr. Mendel was also in this world. You seem to have failed.

Well, it's about as much from mythology that alien monsters have suddenly begun to tread, and I've witnessed alien monsters because I think people have changed the survival I went to investigate under the world tree.

It is a mystery whether genes exist in this world.

It seems Marcto didn't know what Richay said about the experiment, and has turned his gaze to the plan with a troubled face.

They're thinking about whether we should take it down.

Whether genetic beings are also present in this world, let's skip that from our thoughts for once.

Would it be a plus as a village to try to improve the varieties of rum birds?

No complaints. Plus. If it can be branded, it can be sold to all parts of the world. It would also be possible to attract tourists.

For a long time, I thought I was jealous of the freshwater fish ayuka Kanes has. No other specialty creates a strong appetite for the village.

If only we could brand the lamb birds......

I look back at Richay.

"Can you tell me more about that experiment and what it's all about?

"I don't mind."

The experiment Richay told me about was carried out individually by the cities of Warakis and Gamek, south of the world tree, for a hundred years with the aim of controlling the color of the luminescent plant Takowka.

The experimental procedure was simple, and it was observed whether certain colors appeared by artificially pollinating the octopus.

When both cities failed and sold off experimental materials to the skyscraper, Joynesley, it was discovered that they were being carried out individually during the same period.

"At the time, the cities of Wallakis and Gamek had a trade structure of Takowka bias on top of their unfamiliarity, so it seems they were trying to outrun each other."

"I see."

A hundred years?

There may be failures depending on the experimental environment, although it is not known without looking at detailed experimental procedures.

For example, there may have been other pollen mediators, insects, etc. The birth of other intermediate hybrids with unclear dominant and disadvantaged genes.

It could have failed because it was Takowka who experimented.

I could see it was clearer if I looked into another plant.

I turn my gaze to the breed improvement plan that Markt submitted to me.

"Let's try it"

"Is that good!?

Marcto brightens his eyes and embarks on himself.

The varietal improvement plan submitted by Marcto is a simple one, grouping multiple individuals together and evaluating flavor when eating them.

It means breeding eggs laid by highly regarded groups and their hina as the main force of the next generation, grouping them again, repeating the procedure.

Ninety rum birds are currently in the breeding cabin. Assuming genes exist, blood will thicken and genetic abnormalities will occur, so it will be necessary to regularly buy rum birds from the outside to incorporate blood.

If we want to move this plan to implementation, we'll need quarantine facilities.

"Richay, when spring comes, we'll build a special facility with the treatment center. Not to mention this breed improvement plan submitted by Marcto. The main goal is to reduce Hina's mortality."

The breed improvement plan is quite opaque as to whether it will succeed or not. I want to make sure that genes exist in some kind of plant before putting my back in.

However, the burden on everyone in the village will be considerably reduced if Hina's mortality rate is lowered and a stable overwinter can be achieved.

Richay silences.

"Facilities aimed at overwintering Hina...... The steady production of goods is welcome, but what's the budget?

"I wonder if three jade coins would suffice."

"I'm going to use all the profits and gratuities I got for the festival in Cateo Town. Marcto, what is the current growth rate of Hina?

"I think we'll cut the growth rate by 80% in spring and fall and 70% in summer. In winter, the growth rate is over 90%."

After all, the heat is the enemy. It also has the effect of a winter cage and Hina is hard to die in the winter. Probably because it's unusually easy to notice.

But in winter, residents are more likely to catch a cold instead of Hina being harder to die. The breeding shed cage is physically indulgent.

I'm fine now because all the residents are young, but I can't say it's preferable to look to the future of the village.

I guess Richay has the same idea. I nodded like I had no choice.

"Okay. I was worried about Amane's health, too, and when I said I could have a treatment center, it was something we've never all been over healthy."

"That's settled. Markt asks Hina to sort by spring"

I'll try my best to remember my knowledge of genetic relations, too.

Marcto gets up and bows his head.

"Thank you. Now we can be surrounded by rum birds every day next winter!

"That's what this is all about!

You wanted to cage in a breeding shed this winter, too, this guy.

Now she has it, so the world is crazy.

"That said, you had a girlfriend named Marct. Are you thinking about getting married?

I haven't been married for a year, and I run an inn.

Marcto scratched his cheek and sat back on the couch.

"I'd like to get into work for a while now," he said.

"If you say that, you'll look like an amateur."

Melmie hugs me from behind.

"Don't put your cheeks on."

"Marcto has quite a lot. There's a chance you could be like Amane, right? Is it a desire to be tuned from left to right like this?

"So don't follow me - until Richay!?

"Marcto, do you want to be like this?

"Mr. Richay, I was wondering if you could just ignore me and not get mixed up in the conversation."

Look at me with my right cheek on Melmie and my left cheek on Richay, and Marcto arms up.

"It already is."

"What?"

What, did you get into the same pathetic man frame as me until Markt?

You're welcome. Share your worries. My love banana opponent was dissatisfied with Teten alone.

Now we can talk to each other!

What do you think, Marcto looked up to the ceiling.

"One is a ram bird."

"Ah......"

Exhale an indescribable sigh, like Richay and Melmie were convinced at the same time that they gave up.

Marcto looked at me with a clear face.

"Which should we take, her or the Ram Bird?

"Know what? Think for yourself."