10 nen goshi no HikiNiito o Yamete Gaishutsushitara Jitaku goto Isekai ni Ten'ishiteta

"Good morning, Mr. Kevin."

"Hey, hey, hey, hey!

"Good morning, Eugene, Alice. And Mr. Cotareau."

Eugene and the others greet each other across the gate overnight from Kevin the pedestrian's second visit. Your breakfast seems to be over.

Today Eugene was the full optional version with Alice, Cotalou on the side.

"Oh, Mr. Eugene. It seemed like a hippo, so I thought they'd let me do the stump removal. May I borrow your tools?

The usual trio of adventurers Kevin brought in as an escort. Today, they were used for pioneering.

"So, Mr. Kevin. Before I tell you about the preserved food, I'd like to ask you a lot about whether there is one now..."

"Yeah, I don't mind. I'll tell you as far as I know. You can't get it in the city of Plumier, but there are some things for sale in the king's capital and elsewhere."

As usual, Eugene floats nearby under his eyes. Last night, after reporting to the bulletin board and consulting, I was painting with a lump looking at the pictures on the monitor. It seemed like an effort and I managed to get to a level where I could be seen.

"The first thing I want to know is this crop... isn't it? It's a staple in my country. Rice..."

"This is... Unfortunately, I don't know. Is this painting in post-harvest condition? I've never seen this either."

"Really..."

Cool and depressing Eugene. I have no choice. The rice is already used up. Although it may be grown a little, it is difficult to cultivate paddy fields or even land rice. I may never eat rice again. If you were Japanese to know that, many would be dismayed. Most likely, refined rice will germinate at zero. Some truths are happier to not know.

But in a way, Eugene was fortunate. Because I bravely said it was white rice, and I didn't have to feel the despair when I ate rice that wasn't japonica rice, nor was it delicious.

Japanese farmers are great.

Look at Eugene in shock, Alice is decent. Sure, the rice (...) was delicious, but I still don't seem to understand why Eugene is so depressed.

On the other hand, does Cotareau know what it feels like to be a little bit, leaning gently against Eugene? I'm trying to tell you, it might still be here somewhere.

Most importantly, rice that has probably not been varietally improved, even if it existed, should give rise to great disappointment due to differences in taste….

"So what about this? When it comes to dry noodles, it's made from wheat and other crops…"

That's what I said, Eugene, who shows pictures of udon and various pastas. Pasta paintings were not only spaghetti, but even macaroni and penne, falfalfale and ravioli. Actually, it took me the longest to draw this. Initially only spaghetti was portrayed, but the mysterious attention of the residents of the bulletin board led them to portray all kinds of short pasta.

"This elongated thing is in a country (...) said to have been pleased (...) by the rare people of the East who have spoken about it before. I haven't seen all the shorter ones, but some are like I've seen..."

Apparently dry noodles also exist in some places. Eugene's efforts seemed almost wasted.

Kevin says it's certainly highly conservative, but it's not settled for cultural differences.

"Then is it possible that it tastes good... But it's not gonna be a new preserved meal, is it?

"Right...... Nevertheless, if it can be sold in a new way, it is a business opportunity, so please let me know if there is anything else..."

Kevin doesn't seem to be much of a rider.

"I'm probably fine. Because I'm just hearing it from someone who seems to make it easy. So yesterday I ate dried fish and salted fish..."

"Oh, did you eat that smell too! How was it? I really can't eat that... Anyone who likes it seems to like it."

That fish smell flashes back last night, Eugene. Ugh, look at me.

Alice and Cotalou beside each other also distance themselves from Eugene for remembering that smell.

Alice pinching her nose and looking at Eugene. Cotalou peeling his teeth out with his face in his face. Don't talk too much anymore, and be vigilant.

"It stinked. Very. Don't spit it out. I finally ate it. Looks like the smell has shifted and Alice and Cotareau didn't get close yesterday..."

Ha, right, and Kevin follows along with a dry laugh.

"So that's it. Is it just fish, dried or salted? There was a lot going on in the old place."

"There's some dried vegetables, but it's more or less winter food. Not much goes around in other seasons. And then there's salted vegetables. You often eat this in the winter as well. It's heavy and salty, so you don't really carry it on your journey."

It's hard. Along with that thought, Eugene kept asking questions.

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[What to the Other World] Seems like after I haven't been out in 10 years, I've come to different worlds from home part11 [Shall I spread the word?]

421: Eugene

I'm taking a lunch break right now.

[Bulletin]

- With dried noodles

Dried and pickled products can also be used as winter food.

- No incense

· Dairy products are available but expensive. Livestock numbers are low on the border. Looks like the production area's far away.

422: Unnamed Tony

Breaking news is here!

423: Unnamed Neat

Well, as expected, huh?

424: The Known Neat

I'm surprised you don't have incense.

Located in the woods, historically.

It's possible.

425: Unnamed Neat

Talk more about magic than that!

That's why I became a wizard!

426: Unnamed Meat

> > 425

You didn't want to be, did you?

Talk to me for real!

427: Infrastructurer

Exactly. You don't have a lot of people on weekdays.

And I noticed you were eating mesh this morning.

Isn't there a cereal or something?

All bran and all that seems easy.

428: Unnamed Neat

> > 427

Why are you here during the day of the week?

Plus, you know, cereal for breakfast.

I smell like a winner. Can you stop it?

429: Infrastructurer

> > 428

Lunch break.

I've got daughters and children!

430: Unnamed Neat

> > 429

Explode!

No, sir.

431: The Known Neat

> > 427

Yes, you do.

There are times when oatmeal was a staple.

If you mix it all up, cook it, and stick it together.

I can adjust the flavor better than the strong bread.

432: Unnamed Neat

It's getting hard.

Like I want to hear about magic or something.

433: Cool Neat

One, as something that seems to be ready.

• Oatmeal

- Made of Kaoru

2, as a long-term and earned

- Canned

- Bottled

Isn't this good?

He said it was a high hurdle from the start.

I'm afraid I'll be limited.

He said it was simple. That's it.

It could be truncated.

434: Unnamed Tony

> > 433

I don't believe it. That stance.

It's not hard!

435: Unnamed Neat

Isn't that okay?

But some places don't have a water field, like a merchant.

I'd like to do something about the water.

Outer ship...

436: Unnamed Meat

> > 435

You just want to make it!

437: Unnamed Neat

It's romance.

The outer ship sounds good.

I also like the Mark O Wayne.

438: Unnamed Neat

> > 437

That's rail driving.

439: Unnamed Neat

> > 438

That's a lie!

I don't believe you!

I shook hands with the captain!

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"Oatmeal and incense, canned and bottled... I don't know how to tell you that."

Computer in front, bumpy and squeaky Eugene.

Alice and Cotareau, who finished their lunch, are playing with catchers and building blocks. Even so, Alice is loaded, and sometimes the cottage just collapses. For some reason Alice rejoices whenever she breaks apart ragged. By the way, the building blocks weren't made by Eugene, they were one of the dishes I pulled out of the storage.

"Mr. Kevin, there are two kinds of things that are easy and one that may be a little difficult. I think you'll probably be able to make something simple soon, but I think the hard stuff will take time. Is that all right?

"Oh! Of course you are, Mr. Eugene!

Kevin takes the paper and pen out of his pocket. This afternoon is going to be a blissful time for Kevin.

By the way, Alice and Cotareau are absent. It continues to be more boring than I thought and I seem to have gotten tired of it in the morning. Behind Eugene, he seems to be playing with a chase in the garden. Of course, Cotareau was in entertainment mode. She is a kind woman. It's a dog, though.

Just start explaining incense, Eugene. Even so, the explanation of incense itself is not difficult. Soak in seasoning solution, drain salt, and smoke. That's all, to put it very simply. Of course, there needs to be salt concentrations to match the seasoning solution formulation and shelf life, selection of chips for incense, smoking period, temperature control, endless trial and error.

"It goes with salting and drying and losing moisture...... Can this make prototyping easy? Do you need a cook to make it a thing...... If it stays in shape, can't it be sold high..."

I heard a single explanation from Eugene, and I just started thinking about it, Kevin.

All right, let's pull it out. and so on, and behind Kevin, the adventurers seem to be speculating in pioneering.

"The other one, it's easier. I was wondering if I could sell a lot for that. He's a thin seller!

Without worrying about Kevin thinking about it, Eugene begins explaining the oatmeal. Even so, it is a rough explanation for mixing, baking and solidifying various things in oatmeal. Because we don't know if the ingredients will be available, we don't teach the recipe.

"Do you need a cook for this too...... But in such an easy way? Will this last, too, Mr. Eugene?

"Ha, I guess...... I think it looks cool because it drains the moisture...... Oh, but! Because if you're going to be difficult to teach, if you succeed, you'll have six months or a year!

With that said, Eugene begins to explain canning and bottling. By the way, I'm taking an empty can and an empty bottle out of the house for explanations. I don't seem to give it to you, but I seem to have distracted you that you wouldn't know it by mouth alone.

"Is this the cooperation of the glassmaker in the blacksmith workshop... It's going to cost a lot to make... Can we go if we retrieve what we used? And then whether we can build that container..."

"What do you say, Mr. Kevin?

Eugene, who speaks to Kevin most likely. Yes, I know it's Eugene.

Kevin is a lifeline now for Eugene.

That Eugene, Alice and Cotareau have no choice but to get out of this house unless they can make good use of Eugene's knowledge and clear two things: not to fool Eugene.

Besides, Eugene can't even get into the city in a legitimate way without revealing that he's a rare person.

Once you get into the city after revealing you're a rare person, you don't know what's waiting for you.

If you enter the city in a way that is not legitimate, you are already a criminal. I don't know what's waiting for me.

From the start, Eugene doesn't have a choice.

In a way, it's already packed.

"I think you can commercialize Oh-Mi Ru (...) Tonshi (...). Canning and bottling starts from following the blacksmith's workshop and the glassmaker's handbook, right? I don't know if I can build it yet. I decide I thought about it but still need to look for artisans with stiff mouths...... But if you can commercialize O-Tomirukun, you can expect to make a solid profit even if you give your share to Eugene. Two of them won't make the sale high, so it might take a couple of years to get back the share of the item you gave..."

Kevin replies with a smile with Nico.

Apparently, the deal was closed and Eugene's present life seemed to last for the first time.

And he stroked Alice's head, who had already spoken a strange tale, and Eugene stroked down her breasts, and exhaled in relief.

Good luck, Kotalou also shook his tail with one bark and seems to be in a good mood.

All right, three more bottles will be pulled out by the end of the day - and the voice of some fluent adventurer echoed through the woods.