Black Mould - Thirty-One - The Spirit of an Entrepreneur

Black Mould - Thirty-One - The Spirit of an Entrepreneur

Black Mould - Thirty-One - The Spirit of an Entrepreneur

It took weeks to get everything ready.

I knew that I was still basically a child, I couldnt help that I had to wait on others for some things, but it still irritated me to no end. Nonetheless, I still got things moving eventually, and the added time meant that I had more mushrooms to use in my plan.

First, I secured some money. I convinced my mom to sell more of my mushrooms, even going so far as to reduce the cost to basically nothing. I was getting the mushrooms for free. Sure, selling them for a pittance meant that I was only earning a pittance per hour worked, but some money coming in was better than none, and technically my overhead for the production part of my farm was basically nothing.

Then, once Id collected enough to get my stove, I approached the old man and got him to agree to make the little burner I needed.

I explained my plan to Dada, and he helped me build a little table-top to work with. It was just a small wooden surface, with a box inset to one side for the burner and four post-like legs that I could lock into place beneath. The legs had holes on their sides for bolts. It wasnt easy to set up, but after a bit of practise, I could have the table set up in under three minutes.

I waffled over what to bring to sell at first. I had a few good shrooms that I imagined people would want to buy, but well, how much did I want to give away?

Id start with a nonmagical hybrid sort. [Brown horse Head] would have to do.

My first cooking test was nearly a disaster. I misjudged the strength of the flames and burned myself twice: once when lighting the lamps wick, then again when touching the plate to see if it was hot.

That last one was a bit embarrassing.

The plate that the old man found wasnt perfect. It warmed up quick enough, but it didnt get very hot. I wouldnt cook meat on it, but for melting butter and warming up some mushrooms? It was perfect.

Dada got me some skewers. In reality they were long rods from his workplace. I wasnt sure what they were used for, but after filing down the tips to a rough point with a rasp, theyd serve as perfectly usable skewers.

Once I was done with my first set of skewers, I ran out of the farm to give one to Debra. I found her sitting outside on her spot with Stew and Eight-Three-Eleven. I stopped mid-run, but they had all heard me coming. Worse, they smelled me coming too.

That smells divine, Stew said. What is it?

Hi Stew, I said. Hello, Eight-Three-Eleven.

Hey, kid, Stew said.

Hello, Eight-Three-Eleven said with a little wave. I looked her up and down. She was half a hand taller than when Id last seen her, and her poncho had changed a bit.

Nice coat thing, I said. No one had ever used the word poncho around me in the local dialect, and I didnt know how to translate it. Is it different?

Thatd be popular, Stew agreed. Dungeon might weaken them, and you too.

I shrugged. Ill get used to it eventually, right? I remember you mentioning a skill that helps.

Itll take a while to get it naturally, he said. But sure.

I nodded. First, we try selling around here. If Im going to sell around the dungeon, then I want it to be while Im well-prepared for it. There are people with money there, right?

Delvers, Eight-Three-Eleven said. And some priests and militia will go down too, for training.

That made sense. A place where guilt-free adversaries respawn, in a relatively controlled environment? Id send troops to train there if I could.

Thatll be for later, I said. I need something before that. Anyway, what are you doing down in the slums? I asked.

Eight-Three-Eleven adjusted her mask back up and handed me my skewer. I couldnt afford to lose too many of those. Im going around, making sure everyones alright. We had a rough winter, and with spring comes a lot of sickness and such.

That yeah, I guess that makes sense, I said. I couldnt imagine people in this area having anything like a flu vaccine. Or cures for stuff like polio or the like.

I shivered. All the more reason to start making more money. Money was a cure for many ills, especially in a world where magic existed and could be accessed with enough coin.

Glad youre helping. Remember to wash your hands and all that. I dont need you spreading something to me, I said.

She laughed. Ill try not to. Theres a reason we wear masks, and its not just the fog.

To stop airborne pathogens. I nodded. Clever. I guess I should do the same while selling things. Ill make a note to bring some cleaning supplies with me too. I can splurge on a bit of bleach, I think. Ill be able to disinfect things as I go.

Eight-Three-Eleven gave me a look. Youre only getting stranger as you get older, you know?

Am I? Well, whatever. Im not going to pretend to act like someone else just to make things easier on others perceptions. I took back my skewers from Debra and Stew. Id clean those off later. I only had a couple dozen of those. I needed to find a way to get them back after people used them. On that note, back to work for me. I need to prepare things even more. Stew if you really want to come with me, then Id welcome the help. Be here within an hour of sunrise tomorrow, please.

Before or after? he asked.

Before, of course, I said. Early bird gets the mushroom!

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