Reincarnated as the fourth son of a noble and tamed an SS-rank dragon-Chapter 45: Food Stall

In the capital, there were several food stalls selling everything from ordinary food to insects on skewers. Over time, these foods became commonplace, and gradually the strangeness wore off and exotic foods became commonplace.

Darius wanted to introduce a common food from his old world, but in this one, it would be considered very different. Fast food didn’t exist, although it was possible to walk down the street and buy something to eat and walk around while eating, the food was still relatively healthy. They weren’t greasy and they were made in such a way that if you ate them every day you could become obese and have diseases.

He was expecting resistance, but was slightly reassured that if it went wrong, all his family would have to do was eat the food little by little and their money wouldn’t have been wasted.

Darius was standing in front of a stall, some of his maids were with him, they would prepare the food while he handed out the leaflets. Gradually, a few people approached because of the smell that was being exhaled. Many people passed by on the main street, which is why he chose this spot for the stall.

There was no law per se for setting up stalls, as long as they weren’t in front of stores selling the same product, or as long as the person had a merchant’s license, there was nothing to stop the practice. In a way, this helps move the economy, so everyone wins.

A child with cat ears was the first customer, she was a bit scared, but she tried a hot dog and started praising it, other people saw it and ordered the same. Others ordered the three options, and gradually the maids were frantic with the preparation, Darius began to collect the money and left them only with the preparation of the food.

He had the idea of selling 2,000 units in a week, but in four hours he had already sold 500 units, so his account was a little lower than planned.

He observed each person who was buying at the stall, and he didn’t notice any patterns, he hoped there would be some resistance to this, but there wasn’t. The people were more curious about the food. People were more curious about food than he thought they would be, so there was no danger in trying to sell in the arena. Although he should increase his workforce. That’s why he started reworking all the plans, he would start selling seven days earlier, during which time he would give the tickets to the buyers.

"Sorry, we’ve run out of stock, we’ll be back tomorrow," said Sandra as she finished serving the last of the food.

"Are we done?"

"We only brought 600 units in all, we managed to sell a lot more than you planned, didn’t we?"

"That’s comforting in a way, but maybe we’ll need more people on the day of the tournament, otherwise we won’t be able to cope with all the customers."

"You’re right, but it’s better to have an idea of the maximum we can sell in a day, so we know our limit."

She was right, they had only tried for one day, it could be pure luck, or not. If not, they still needed to know their maximum sales capacity, as well as their maximum work capacity.

Another factor that could have contributed was the price, normally a plate of food costs 6 to 8 copper coins, as he sold it for only 2 coins, probably the price was the factor that made people want to buy, as they could eat more for the same amount if they bought more than one unit.

Darius was thinking about many things at the same time, so he wanted to take a break, while Sandra and the others were heading back to the mansion, but he preferred to stay on the street for a while and sample the food from the other stalls. He should have done that earlier.

He let the guard go with them. He had hired a B-rank adventurer to protect the stall, 7 silver coins for standing around watching the contractors make food. He also got a snack, so he was certainly right to take the job.

The stalls had no organization, they were messy and were set up as the owners arrived. At night they were busier, as most people went out at that time to pass the time and have fun. It was no different from his world.

He stopped in front of a stall selling meat on skewers, stopped and paid 6 copper coins, and began to eat. The meat wasn’t bad, the taste was good, but the meat was a bit tough.

At another stall, he ate roasted corn, and the saleswoman kept talking to him. He wasn’t very good at conversation, but she was so kind that he decided to make an effort and kept the conversation going for a few minutes. Then he went to another stall and ate fish.

In all, he spent more than 20 copper coins and had three meals. At his stall, he would have spent 6 coins, and the difference in value showed the reason for the amount of sales he had, the price. But he didn’t elaborate any further than that.

At the mansion he didn’t want to have dinner, he just went to the bathroom and let San wash him, Kaly didn’t like it, but she let him, if it was Darius’ will, then she would accept it. San was a little more aggressive, she liked to squeeze certain parts and her attention to washing his whole body was a little strange, but little by little he got used to it.

She somehow wanted to serve him with her body, which is why she was always offering herself to him.

In his room, Darius was making some bottles and then he tried to make some equipment to put lids on them, but he didn’t succeed, so it would just be glass bottles for the drinks he hadn’t sold yet.

Kaly was counting the coins he’d gotten.

Of the 1,200 copper coins, 70 went to the adventurer. He ended up accepting payment in smaller coins, so that wasn’t a problem. But in a way Darius missed a more modern payment system, using cash was strange, he used to just tap his phone against a machine and the money came out of his account and he was paid. 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂

Velmont’s economy used three main types of currency: copper coins, 10 of which were equivalent to 1 silver coin, and 10 silver coins were equivalent to 1 gold coin. There was also a rare coin that was used in negotiations where the value was very high: platinum coins were equivalent to 100 gold coins. It was more common for nobles or large merchants to use it.

It took him a while to get used to the idea of people having gold jewelry that was more expensive than the coins they paid for it. Not just more expensive for the work, they were at least 10 times more expensive than the equivalent of their weight.

Raw gold was also more expensive than coins. This was the countries’ way of preventing the population from creating their own coins, by working and earning, it was better to sell the coins to the King, the same idea applied to other metals so that the economy always had money circulating.

Who would have thought that economics classes at the Academy would be of any use?

Darius’ clone had just arrived while Darius was watching from the window. The clone was undone as soon as he approached.

"Your magic has come a long way," San said as he lay down on the bed.

"Yes, but so has yours."

"I don’t see much that way, I still can’t see visions that easily."

"But you can see the future, so you’re in profit, think of it that way."

"He’s right," Kaly said as she also lay down on the bed.

Zenith was already lying down, she was silent.

Darius was analyzing the bottles he had created, and after a while, he had made his choice. But he felt frustrated that he hadn’t managed to make something to put the cap on the bottles.

He looked again and thought, just make a screw cap, then he could have the drinks without losing the gas.

He was happy, Kaly noticed and when Darius went to lie down she gave him a very wet kiss. Darius didn’t complain, he liked it, and while he kissed, his hands caressed her breasts. But it stopped there, they didn’t go any further.

The next day the first thing he did was to create the clones and make the drinks, he took care of filling each bottle with gas and the drink. Then he practiced freezing the drink, but that would take too long, so he used a basin he found to serve as a cooler, filled it with ice, and then put the bottles in it, so they would stay cold.

After a while, he took them out and realized that they were freezing fast. The problem with the drinks was solved. Now he had one less thing to worry about.