"Mmm... it’s so good... so good..."
Nathan’s voice was indistinct as he ripped into a just-grilled wing, his eyes welling up as he chewed."I haven’t eaten like this in so long! Even if I died over from eating too much today, I’ll die content!"
He was eating so quickly he choked for a second, gasping with tears in his eyes.
Nathan hadn’t eaten enough to satisfy himself in three years. Most days it had been stale flatbread and bitter weeds. More than once, he’d had fistfights with other hungry boys, taking punches and kicks just to get a scrawny field rat for dinner.
But tonight, tonight he was consuming real beef, fresh wings, sweet fruit, and warm bread. And he didn’t have to fight a single person for it.
Lucy turned around at him sharply, half-laughing and half-reproachfully."Nathan! Don’t talk like that — what do you an by eating too much to die? Eat sensibly!"
She flipped his forehead with her thin fingers a soft tap that nonetheless made him flinch."Ow! Lucy — I just said it was that good!" Nathan growled, rubbing his head but smiling between his tears.
Alex laughed, yanking out another skewer from the grill and offering it to him."Here. There’s plenty of it. Eat now worry about tomorrow later tonight."
Nathan grabbed it hungrily, face shining with thankfulness."Thanks a lot, Brother Alex. You’re my brother indeed if you ever need , east or west, I’m there!"
He imdiately resud chomping the wings and beef slices, grease on his fingers and grin on his face.
By the ti the fire was crackling low, they’d consud almost ten pounds of beef between them as well as ribs, fruit, and vegetables. Even Lucy, ever cautious and reserved, had quietly devoured almost three pounds of beef herself.
Alex couldn’t bla them one iota. Three long years of famine deserved this a night full of bellies, hot fire, and taste of life worth fighting for.
Once the al was finished and the final embers cooled to a comfortable warmth, Alex finally turned professional. Leaning back, he wiped his hands clean, his voice even but serious.
"Okay, Now let’s discuss the water trade." He gazed at Mr. Hartwell, then at Nathan and Lucy.
"I spent the past two days stocking up. I have a good inventory of clean water in the warehouse right now the sa quality that I provided you with previously."
Nathan’s eyes were lighted up at once.
"That’ll sell quick, Brother Alex. You know how the black market is good water commands two taels of gold per pot, sotis three, and half of it tastes like mud. If yours is pure and sweet, it’ll sell itself. But... what do you want to charge?"
Alex hesitated for a mont, then stated it outright.
"Half a tael per pot."
Nathan’s jaw fell. Lucy’s eyes went wide too.
"Half a tael!" Nathan stuttered. "Brother Alex, that’s below the usual Market rate! They’ll be struggling to get it from you this is good stuff, genuine water! The black market water is polluted in comparison."
Mr. Hartwell scowled a little, half astonished and half worried.
"You could charge double that, at least..."
Alex simply shrugged, with a small smile dancing at the edge of his lips.
"Water’s inexpensive for . One tael per pot is reasonable I’m still profiting. Better that folks here can at least afford it."
Nathan whistled softly. He knew exactly how much gold they could make from this if they sold enough.
Mr. Hartwell questioned the inevitable next question.
"And how much water are you going to sell?"
Alex stood, gesturing for them to co along.
"Co with — you’ll see for yourselves."
They crossed the courtyard, lanterns in hand, until they reached the old granary Alex had turned into a hidden storehouse. When Alex threw the door wide, the faint sll of fresh wood and stone filled the air.
Inside, piled from the solid earth floor almost up to the thick beams above — box on top of box of sealed mineral water. Row after neat, orderly row. Hundreds of boxes. Enough for trading for months.
The Hartwells simply stood there for a very long mont. Nathan’s lips moved, but nothing erged. Lucy put a hand over her mouth, amazed. Mr. Hartwell’s eyes shone with sothing akin to awe.
To them, in this drought-stricken city, Alex’s warehouse wasn’t rely a storehouse it was a mountain of life.
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