Kusuriya no Hitorigoto Volume 4, Chapter 15: Paper Village Latter Part

A drinking contest, how gutsy of ya.

The landowner said to the impertinent maiden who had appeared before him. The farrs laughed derisively.

Oi, you serious?

The artisans looked at Maomao in concern. It was too much for the quack he beca dazed and just collapsed. Just as his head was about to hit the ground, his younger nephew caught him.

Theres no problem. That aside, a question. How much debt do you have left?

a thousand notes of silver in a year. Since weve paid for half this year, there is four thousand five hundred left.

Hm, that wasnt sothing even a moneylender can easily lend to them. They were purveyors to the imperial court, but they were not fit for mass production, so they cannot easily make money.

Is that so?

Maomao fwumped onto the chair.

While were at it, shall we make a wager?

A wager, ya say. What a huge pitch.

The landowner seed greatly confident in his drinking. He was totally mocking her.

Ya have sothing ya want to wager?

Indeed, as I said, Didnt I already indicate that before?

Maomao pat her own chest.

I can go for three hundred if you sell to a procurer.

Buhoh The scoundrels spat out wine one after another.

Hahahaha! Three hundred, ya say. What a huge pitch. Lass, ya know about the market price of things?

Its because she knew that she said it. She thought of seeing the many maidens who had been sold off.

No matter how pretty a woman, they wont manage a hundred either way, and yet, and yet

Seemingly like he hit the spot, he laughed, spittle flying everywhere. It was convenient as the surrounds of the wine was also good.

Puh, seeing those guys, Maomao laughed. Half the drunk n glared at her, understanding that they were clearly being scorned.

I an, isnt it a given that they wont manage fifty silvers even if you hand over a soil-covered daikon as it is? To think you dont even know that common sense.

Maomaos body swayed. Her nape was grabbed, and she was pulled up to her tiptoes.

It seems a daikon being the ridicule of a country girl was well circulated.

Oi, try saying another piece!

Number one of the red-faced farrs had seized Maomao up. The fist that was raised overhead was blackened with dirt if she got hit, she would have no resistance.

(It cant be helped if I get hit though.)

She cant withdraw here.

The quack had fallen flat. The artisans were all stiff-faced.

You cant even read and write properly. Fufu, in that case, you cant ever use paper in your lifeti.

Although the hand moved to strike Maomao, it didnt hit her.

Stop that. If she becos damaged goods, her value would decrease.

Told by the big landowner, farr number one put her down.

The landowner said that her value will decrease. In other words, he indicated that he will be taking up Maomaos wager.

Well then, whos starting?

The shocked artisans dumbfoundedly looked at Maomao.

The eating houses boss and boss lady had expressions of suspense.

The quack was lying on the floor.

And.

Ill be your first opponent!

The man who had co to seize Maomao said.

It was, superbly convenient.

How many empty wine bottles had fallen to the ground?

And the number of jerks who were dead drunk on the floor was four. Five now.

are you kidding ?

It was the quacks nephew, who was looking after the quack, who said that in a shocked voice.

Oh my, is it already over?

Maomao sculled the rest of the wine in the cup. It was a distilled liquor that burned her throat. An item that was too high-class for such an eating house in the countryside. But, for Maomao who was used to drinking much stronger wine, it was no big deal.

It was a mistake for them to try to crush down Maomao quickly by putting out high proof distilled liquor. The n rapidly got smashed at the high strength wine they were not used to drinking. They were passed out, but it shouldnt be to the point of death. And above all, Maomao found it intolerable to be sold off, so she had no intentions of going easy on them.

Its a hundred and fifty.

That was said to be Maomaos value. Since she overcharged with three hundred silvers at the start, she thought that was adequate.

By the way, there were cases where procurers, who stroke hard bargains, also acquire village girls for about twenty silvers.

She won against the first person with those funds. Once she did so, the second person ca up. He must have been drunk from the start as he didnt take it seriously, downing the strong wine in one go, and got wrecked. The third and fourth person challenged like so. For as much as remaining from the previous portion of wine, Maomao was at a disadvantage. That was common sense, but unfortunately, Maomao didnt cross their anticipation.

(It makes five people with this huh.)

The first person was a hundred and fifty, the second person three hundred, third person six hundred. The two thousand four hundred silvers with the five people were the amount Maomao earned.

Perhaps they realised that part, the jerks were glaring at her with flushed faces.

There were still half remaining on the side of the opposition but Maomao had no problems if she won in the next single bout. There should be four thousand five hundred of debt remaining.

It was a relief that her opponents were drunk. By saying what ca to head, she got the draft of a simple contract. That was five sheets. In any case, these guys must be thinking that contract is re scrap paper. She understood that from the part where the large landowner who took the leading position was going to throw it away like it was scrap.

While his face twisted in vexation, he finally brought out his favourite wine bottle.

Shall I to be your opponent?

The bearded landowner smiled, but his eyes were sharp.

Maomao rubbed her belly.

(I wonder if I can keep going.)

As expected, to have five opponents, you sowhat get filled.

As the landowner was drinking his usual distilled wine, the wine seed strong. As he smiled at the sight of Maomao who looked like she was suffering a little, he scanned over the contract.

Dont lump together with those guys.

He scribbled on his signature and slapped the contract onto the table.

Shall we have the procurer co for us tomorrow?

I know that much.

Cant be helped. Maomao took out a small bottle from her bosom.

Oi! What the heck is that!

The landowners followers lunged towards her.

I had enough of the taste of this wine, so I just thought of changing the flavour for a bit.

Saying that, Maomao triumphantly poured the contents of the small bottle into the cup where the amber liquid was drifting.

The landowner, seeing that, twitched.

Wait up. In that case, can I have so for my share too?

Since he said that, Maomao passed the small bottle over to the landowner. The landowner studied the small bottle and poured all of what was left into his cup.

This aint dicine that makes one harder to get drunk or sothing, right?

In response to the grinning man, Maomao gulped down the cup expressionlessly.

The landowner confird Maomaos sober face after drinking it all up, and then gulped down his cup with a grin. He swallowed it all down, and then.

Collapsed.

The followers rushed up to wake the landowner, but his lights were out.

Oi! What did you serve him?

Serve what. He drank the sa thing I did.

The reason he was entirely out, was none other than alcohol.

The wager is my victory.

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While everyone present was dumbfounded, Maomao stood up and took the contract. Without staggering, she passed that over to the artisan husband, and went to stand before the eating houses boss lady.

Where is the toilet?

Go outside. Its on the right.

Thank you very much.

Maomao headed to the toilet with a partial jog.

If you were to have several bottles of wine, youll have to get the urge to urinate at least once.

Even Maomao was unable to shafully leak in public.

Hey, my dear. What did you do?

The artisan husband said as he carefully folded the contract.

Nothing much. I just wanted to change the taste of the wine and added alcohol.

Maomao had put in plenty of dicinal herbs and dical instrunts in the collar of her outfit. She also had disinfectant alcohol. Since it was for disinfectant use, its strength was different to normal wine. A normal guy would collapse with a sip, and yet the landowner had filled it to the brim.

Can I, ask one question?

What is it?

You also put in that alcohol or whatever and drank it, right?

He said as his face stiffened a little.

Yeah. Since I know that I would still be fine with much. I just thought that it would be better if I could end this quickly.

If Maomao were to act suspiciously like that, she had gathered that the other side would get sucked in. It was relief that they got into a fortunate state. She might have won even if she went on with it normally, but honestly, she didnt know how long she could hold her bladder.

Its a relief I got to the toilet in ti.

that is the best thing. Just because you have that much confidence, to make a wager with your body as collateral, I think badly of it. And to say nothing of it being for our sake.

Do we have so misunderstanding?

Maomao took the folded contract from the husband.

This is my portion.

Maomao bead.

Wa-wait, Lass!

In place of the husband who was in mute amazent, the quack finally woke up.

Dont say such cruel things.

Even if you say that, I dont have that much obligation. Besides, the talk hasnt finished completely.

Maomao glanced away. The landowner was there, getting up with the assistance of his follower as he held his lolling head. From the fact that there was spew scattered on the floor, he must have returned to sobriety by forcing the wine up.

Wouldnt it be better if you slept a bit longer?

The previous wager is invalid!

Oh, his reaction was as she expected.

The drinking bout was sothing like a sideshow. I wasnt serious from the start.

But, the contract is here. Its drafted with your own handwriting. Dont tell that you are going to say that you cant read this too?

As if I know about that sort of thing! Its scrap paper, scrap!

Maomao crossed her arms and went to the wine barrels that were left in the eating house.

Then, it cant be helped.

She slapped the wine barrels.

Then I have no choice but to report to the officials that you are falsifying taxes.

At Maomaos sentence, everyone beca as still as death.

The landowner gapped his mouth. The farrs who were still awake were blatantly agitated.

The bosses of the eating house looked a little uneasy, but at the sa ti, made expressions of relief.

The artisans exchanged glances, and afterwards, looked at Maomao.

The quack only tilted his head.

What do you an by falsifying taxes?

The one who first opened his mouth was the rebellious eldest son.

You need the permission of the country to make wine. Its a different matter if its for private enjoynt but selling it in shops like this is a subject of liquor tax no matter how you consider it.

Upon trading it, it will co under so taxation. And the tax rate is higher for luxury items. The tax for wine ships are higher than eating houses, and when it becos a brothel, the rate jumps up. The madam had always muttered about it.

She considered the question why this shop lent its place as the place of discussion to the landowner. She also considered that it was because they were tenants, but the large volu of wine was what caught her eyes more.

If the store was to stock a lot cheap, reasonably tasty wine, it would have to be helpful for it. They cannot disregard a bit of trouble even.

When the landowner ordered wine, the reason they didnt take out this unrefined sake, she considered it was there. They would have to be brewing wine for the farrs use. There was no reason to request the wine they have gotten tired of drinking after all this ti here.

Could it be, that the ingredients for the wine have also been rejected?

Wine uses a large volu of rice and wheat. This wine seed to use rice.

Suddenly, she recalled this landowners accusation.

The yield of rice had decreased because you b*stards have contaminated the water. If theres not enough water, you cant grow rice.

Maomao countered.

Isnt this a lie? Rather, isnt the quality of the rice better than before?

Rice crops, through the flow of water carrying rotting leaves and soil nutrients from upstream, the soil wont beco barren. Its a different matter if its poison, but what dissolves in the water from papermaking is glue made from rice and wood shavings that are the source of paper. Rather, it functioned as good fertiliser, Maomao considered.

The previous landowner deciding to sell the plot of land instead of a lease contract, would have to be because of that part? Whatever the reason, the other side probably didnt really know, but there was no mistaking the rice harvest has increased. She judged that having them stay here for long will be useful hereafter.

And so, at so ti, they had covered up the part where their harvest has increased and turned it onto wine or whatever, she arbitrarily presud. Its going to be quite grave to have double tax evasion. Voicing up to that point was against her dads teaching so she remained silent, but as far as she saw the expressions of the landowner and the farrs, she didnt seem to be mistaken either.

Yo-you have proof?

One of the farrs voiced.

Thats right! Do you have proof?!

In agreent to that, the other farrs also spoke.

Its fine. If youre innocent, nothing will co out of it even if the officials investigate your family.

Maomao said, purposely pasting on a smile.

The farrs who were energetically protesting shut up. Could it be bullseye?

Youre quite firm, lass.

The landowner said as he held his still woozy head.

You think that itll end as it is by doing this?

Those words, Ill return them back to you. At least, please look at the current situation.

Maomao stood in a position to look down on the landowner.

Half of his helpers were out from wine, showing no signs of moving, the landowner himself too. Speaking of the rest, though they werent to the point of collapsing, they drank a lot of wine. It was hard to say they were sober.

In comparison, there were six sober n with good physical builds here. The quack was not on the team, so she didnt include him from the start.

The owners of the eating house seed to want to be unrelated for as much as they could. They should be wanting to absolve any knowledge about the wine as well.

She had no plans of settling this with violence, but if the opposition had that intention, this side would have to do the sa. From the repeated accusations, the artisans would have to get mad too.

Maomao gave an imnsely vulgar smile and fluttered the contract on the forehead of the landowner.

Its fine to call for help. Since this side will dispatch a fast horse all the way to the officials in exchange for that.

Maomao sang, in a good mood.

Lass, isnt your atmosphere sowhat different than usual?

The quack mumbled that.

Amid that, the door of the eating house was opened with a loud bang.

What is it? when she thought that, there was a maiden clad in a trim dress standing by the doorway. And as soon as she saw the state of the interior, she paled. Contrary to running to the fallen landowner, she went down to her knees and lowered her head.

I know that Father is making an unreasonable request again. But, please stop with the unnecessary force.

She lowered her head deeply.

Not at Maomao. She lowered her head towards the artisans.

No, its not us.

The second son shook his head, but the maiden kept her head lowered. Her forehead touched the floor, no signs of paying heed that her hair was ssy.

Im sorry. Please forgive him. Please forgive my foolish Father.

Not hearing the voices around her, the maiden only apologised. Amid that, the one who moved was the rebellious eldest son.

Dont do such a thing. To your father.

He slowly hugged the maidens shoulders, and raised her head as he cald her down. The maiden, as tears rolled down her cheeks, nodded when she saw the eldest sons face.

The one who was in a frenzy from seeing that, was the landowner.

Oi! Dont get close to my daughter, you b*stard who dont even know where you ca from!

He yelled, and when he tried to stand up his legs seed to be still wobbly he crashed to the floor.

Dad!

Father-in-law!

I have no intentions of being your father!

What is it, this atmosphere.

The second son watched his older brother and the others in amazent.

Could this be-

Its mostly as I have guessed.

The reason the eldest son was close to the farrs, the reason the landowner hated people from elsewhere and tried to chase them out, she felt she understood the two.

Its good that she knows, but it was better to not know anything about it, she thought.

From the foolish cody-like negotiations that were spread out before her eyes, she honestly had no mood to describe it.

Older brother does it all the way.

Itll be unbearable if one village gets ruined from that.

Maomao spoke for the other artisans. Uh huh, she nodded. For the most part, she thought that it would have to be a mistake to bring the eldest son to this place of discussions at this ti point, but when she thought really hard, she had forgotten that he was the quacks relatives.

It cant be helped since hes the quacks relatives. It was a given that hes lacking.

Maomao plopped down on a seat in the absurdity of it.

Wine please.

She raised her hand and called for the boss lady.

You still want to drink?

I can keep going.

At her words, gazes of shock were gathered on her, but she didnt pay mind to that.

The wine might have been unexpectantly effective. When she noticed that she was more talkative than normal, was after she sobered up.

You were a really bad person.

The quack told her many tis.

In the end, the four thousand eight hundred silvers didnt co into Maomaos hands. Of course, it was easy money that she got. The strange feeling of discontent would have to be bigger.

Instead, for a decade hereafter, they promised to deliver a hundred and fifty koku (1 koku is 180.39kg) of rice free of charge to the Rokushoukan. For the most part, the amount of rice consumption in a year in the Rokushoukan is around three koku per two people. It was considerably large for several persons serving, but since rice can be exchanged for money, its no problem.

She was lending it to the madam. She didnt have to pay for the rent of the pharmacy for fifty years.

Furthermore, the contract with the paper artisans was unchanged from before. It was big that their brewing of wine out of their own accorded was exposed. As the farrs were scared of the officials, they were unable of say anything imprudent. For now, after that, they were told that the quack was one who works in the imperial court.

For the ti being, the quack did not lose face.

After this, whether they falsified their taxes or not, was unrelated to Maomao.

Moreover, she didnt know what happened to the eldest son of the paper artisans and the landowners daughter. Even though if they quickly split up, they would tie closer relationships with the farrs. Shall I tempt him by bringing him to the pleasure district once, Maomao considered sothing evil.

And so, Maomao finally returned to the pleasure district, but-.

Nyaaaa.

Why is it here?

Even though it wasnt that calm on the way to the place, it was wandering about in the horse-drawn carriage.

The luggage that had the highest grade paper she accepted as souvenir. It went inside there. The topmost layer of paper was tattered, used to grind its claws.

Oh, its maomao.

The sharp-sighted Chouu turned up and swung the cord of a sash without delay, playing with the cat.

The quack returned to the inner palace in haste, and even if Maomao was once again wishing to send maomao to him, a lot of dicine prescription requests ca in her room.

Maomao exhaled and started to look for the dicinal herbs she needed for the prescription from the shelves.