Musashi of the Elf

Time still flies so fast, two years have passed since Musashi was born again.

In the past two years, the village and family have changed significantly, and it is not an exaggeration to describe it as a huge change.

As for what happened in the village and home this year, let me tell you briefly.

Time goes back to one year ago, Musashi's sixth birthday, the night of April 4th according to the lunar calendar.

Mura and his family celebrated Musashi's birthday together with Gingu, who was invited to the dinner.

In the pleasant atmosphere, Ichiro, who had been drunk, began to chat with Gingu over wine. The content was nothing more than the difficulty of life and the low salary.

In this regard, Yingu has no good way to make an ordinary person rich.

If Ichiro was a trainer or professional, Gingu could still use his connections to provide convenience for Ichiro's family, but Ichiro was not.

I can only serve as a qualified listener and silently endure Ichiro's baptism of bitterness.

Of course Haruko on the side is aware of Ichiro's hard work, but there is nothing she can do to be Ichiro's good wife. She can only silently run the housework to prevent Ichiro from distracting him.

And since she adopted Musashi, although Musashi is growing up happily every day, Haruko knows in her heart that there is only so much she can give, and the wealthy village and family cannot provide it, so she can only cry silently on the sidelines.

The originally cheerful atmosphere of the dinner party instantly turned into a sea of ​​sadness.

Musashi, on the other hand, became precociously intelligent due to the fusion of his soul from another world and the reception of corresponding memories.So I don’t feel that life is hard now, but I enjoy it.There is no need to consider so many difficulties in life, just spend your childhood happily.

But I heard what my father, Ichiro, confided to Gingu with the help of alcohol, and I saw my mother, Haruko, with sad tears in her eyes, and Gingu's helplessness.

Musashi just realized it.

Yes, the life I have always enjoyed was earned by Ichiro working from dawn to dusk to earn a meager salary.

My family's material life is not rich. "Poverty" or "poverty" can very aptly describe my family's current situation.

At this moment, Musashi realized the vow he had made: not to follow the same path as Musashi's animated version, but to change himself and this family.

Reality and ideals are different at this moment.

Although he is changing, this home has not changed much. It is still the same poor but warm home for Musashi.

The birthday party ended hastily like this. Musashi and Haruko saw Gingu off, and then settled down with Haruko. Ichiro, who had not drunk much wine but was already groggy.

After a simple wash, Musashi returned to the room with Arbor Snake, biting half of the end of a pencil, thinking about how to make a fortune in front of the white paper. One by one, ideas fell on the paper and were carefully crossed out.

With the help of memories from another world, he recalled what he saw when he went shopping with adults to buy groceries, and thought about what he could do to steadily improve his family's living standards.

In the end, Musashi chose the future development direction of his family and entered the catering industry.

The main focus in the early stage is mobile food and snack stalls.The main dishes are rice porridge, fried dough sticks, tea eggs, steamed buns, flower rolls, as well as side dishes, delicious pickles made by the family.

These are simple and easy-to-use foods that can be sold morning, noon and evening.

The main thing is that this model has no precedent in villages or even small towns.

If it succeeds, then it will be the only one, and if only your family can eat such a big cake, it will definitely make a lot of money.

And it's all a small profit, and it won't make others jealous, but it will be a little harder.

But it will definitely be much easier than Ichiro's original complicated and piecemeal work, and he will make a lot more money.

Moreover, most of these things can be made in advance, or semi-finished products can be prepared in advance and made on site. The only semi-finished products that need to be prepared are fried dough sticks, because the ones fried on site are the most delicious.

The rest are prepared the day before and slightly reheated the next day and are still delicious.And the main reason is that the price is low and the taste is not bad. Even those in the same situation as the Musashi family can afford it, let alone those ordinary workers who have a large number of people and have a little spare money.

The next day, Musashi took a day off from his master Ginguna and waited at home for Ichiro to wake up.

Then everyone organized and launched the family's first family meeting.

Meeting initiator: Musashi.

Commentary host: Musashi.

Representatives: Murawa Ichiro, Murawa Haruko.

Audience: Arbor snake, walking grass.

"cough cough"

Musashi pretended to clear his throat twice, intending to be playful and liven up the atmosphere, but instead he attracted Haruko's concern.

After trying to explain things for a long time, Qingzi gave up feeling worried.

But this incident also left a shadow in Musashi's heart. . . .

"Mom and Dad, these pieces of paper in my hand are the planning map I have drawn up, and are also the future development direction and development model of our family. Next, I will say a few words around these."

Musashi stood on a chair with his hands behind his back, barefoot and wearing pink Slowpoke uniforms, and said seriously.

The originally informal meeting was interrupted again because of Musashi's reasons.

"Ha ha ha ha"

Watching Musashi's speech, Ichiro and Haruko couldn't help laughing.

"Ah, disgusting~ don't laugh, listen to me carefully"

Musashi slammed the table angrily and shouted.

"Okay, okay, you say it, you say it, haha, ahem, Musashi, you say it."

Ichiro said trying to straighten his expression.

Musashi hummed softly, not caring about what was there or not, and seriously laid out the diagram of last night's struggle.

Start with a brief explanation and introduce the future operation mode and the food sold.

Ichiro has been reading for two years and is considered a semi-educated person, so he can still understand what Musashi writes.

I also worked in many jobs, including carpentry, painting, errand running, and delivery boy, but they all failed to have good development opportunities and died young.

However, after reading what Musashi wrote, he nodded, put away his previous playful thoughts, and listened carefully.

Although her mother, Haruko, has never read a book, she can at least understand a little bit after living with Ichiro for so many years.

After listening to Musashi's explanation, Ichiro looked at the table full of papers. He couldn't believe that his six-year-old daughter could come up with these things. He took one and read it carefully.

The first thing I got was the design drawing. The main body is a two-wheeled trolley. The belly is deepened and the top is high. It is divided into two parts. The lower part is sealed and can be opened and closed. The upper part is transparent from front to back and has a short support above the front frame. The curtain serves as a menu, and a small platform extends below the frame as a place for guests to eat.

The upper structure is relatively simple, but the lower structure is much more complicated, because the space below is the chef's stove, cupboards, and thermal insulation devices.

The design can be said to be quite exquisite, but Musashi is not a professional designer after all, so there will inevitably be errors and omissions in the drawings.

Ichirozai studied it carefully for a long time, exhaled, and said worriedly: "What a wonderful idea, Musashi, where did you get this thing?"

"I saw these things from my master's miscellaneous books and improved them a bit."

Musashi said nonsensically, but he had made up his mind to tell his parents if he had anything new in the future. Even if he wanted to tell his parents, he would blame his master Gingu. He wanted to see it anyway, but he said he couldn't remember it.

You can't say that I swallowed a soul from another world, died and came back to life, and I know a lot of weird things.

"Then does your master agree with you to do this?"

Ichiro knew that there were some things that he could not use just by seeing them, so he was inevitably a little worried.

But his hands held the drawing tightly, not daring to let go.

He knew that this thing was likely to be the starting point for his family to take off.Because in Ichiro's limited knowledge, he had never seen such a delicate object.

Although there are food stalls on the street, they can only be sold in fixed locations, but if you have this. .If you push a cart, why worry about not being able to sell it or make money?

"My master said I can dispose of these things as I please, don't worry."

Musashi lied emphatically, and quickly fooled him into thinking that starting work early was the most important thing.

"That's okay, but Musashi, there's something wrong with the blueprint you improved."

Ichiro breathed a sigh of relief when he heard that he could use it with confidence. With his half-empty eyes, he still found many errors and omissions in Musashi's hand-drawn drawings.

"Ah, I got it right many times. Where, where?" Musashi stretched out his head and almost climbed onto the table.

"Here, the size is wrong, the painting here is not fine, and here needs to be changed. Also, here, here, here..."

Ichiro looked at the drawings and pointed out more and more errors and omissions. . .

"Stop, Dad, you can study and modify this thing slowly. Your daughter, I don't understand this thing. I just drew it based on impressions. I will listen to you on how to do it."

Musashi's little head swelled when he heard it, and he quickly interrupted Ichiro's narration.

"Okay, I will go to my master to study it when the time comes." Ichiro actually knew what his level was. He looked at the drawings and spoke out what was in his heart.

"Looking for your master, dad, do you still have a master?" Musashi asked curiously.