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[x] Where's a shortage of reading, writing and 'rithmetic?
"Are reading and writing good skills to have here?" I asked. I didn't want to come right out and ask 'So, are you all a bunch of illiterate hicks?'
"Everyone knows their kana and the most basic of kanji. If you can't read and write it's too easy to get swindled. Granted, it happens anyway, but there you have it," Keine said, pausing for one last sip of tea.
"Still, from what I've seen, most outsiders know a lot more than the average person, which is definitely useful. You'll have to work your way up the ladder like anyone else, though."
I scratched my chin and frowned. Somehow I knew there wouldn't be any shortcuts, but it was hard news to hear.
Picking up on my worries, Keine smiled and waved her hand. "Luckily, you fell through at a good time -- it's summer, so it's easy to pick up some work carting to keep your head above water."
She turned back to her desk and quickly wrote out something on a slip of paper. It was a set of directions to somewhere not far off. "A nearby merchant's office," Keine explained.
"Thank you very much. I'll be on my way, then." I bowed to her.
"Take care, and good luck." She nodded back at me with an unspoken 'You'll need it.'
Outside of a few crowded blocks, the Human Village was much less organized than the book made it sound. It was more like a cramped patchwork of neighborhoods, knitted together with farm fields. Short fences criss-crossed everywhere, with higher walls only around the more bustling commercial areas and the occasional estate. I went to the block of houses past a field full of budding green-and-white cotton plants, and from there, the merchant office wasn't too hard to find. The market stands and lined-up carts gave a pretty clear hint.
Right in the door was a man sitting behind a counter, poring over some documents, a stout, sturdy-looking guy with a long, well-groomed moustache. He looked up at me, and I got the feeling he knew exactly why I was here before I said a word.
"Hello, sir." I bowed. I didn't know exactly how powerful he was, so I figured I'd play it safe.
"Hello," he said, tipping his head in response. "What brings you to my office?"
"I'm looking for a job, sir." Ugh, painful flashbacks to starting out with no leads.
"Can you read?"
I had to hold in a laugh. His face was completely serious as he asked me whether or not I was literate. As if the clothes didn't give it away.
"Yessir," I said, keeping a straight face.
He took the piece of paper he was holding, turned it around, and slid it across the table towards me. "What does this say?"
My eyes jumped around as I tried to read it left-to-right, then realized it wasn't written Western-style.
"Shipment to... Amaden, to the northeast in Susonomura. Produce: fifty eggplants, twenty heads of cabbage, and fifty cucumbers. Goods: two barrels of pickling bran, two barrels of salt, one of sugar lumps, and five of soy sauce."
The merchant nodded slightly. "That's right. Think you can do it?"
"Can I read more, you mean?"
"No, can you take that shipment up there?" He leaned forward and folded his hands in his lap.
"I-- er, sure." That was so easy that I was a little dumbfounded for a second.
"Excellent." He stood up, both the chair and his back creaking slightly, and pointed off behind him. "The warehouse is through that door. You'll get a list of local suppliers and directions to them along with the cargo. Oh, and before I forget..."
He bent down to open up one of the drawers on his desk, fishing out a beat-up slip of paper. "The roads are new and the patrols aren't completely set up, but with this charm the youkai shouldn't trouble you much."
I looked down at the charm as I took it. The lettering on it was half worn off. "Much."
"Much," he repeated.
My eyes flicked between the charm and the merchant for a second. This beat-up old thing didn't look like it could scare much, even if it was magically charmed. If meeting youkai was a reality where I was headed, like he seemed to be implying, then I wasn't being sent off with much protection.
He looked back at me, a certain gleam in his eye. "Get a good deal on the order and you could walk away with a nice cut of the profits."
"Right," I said, trying not to show my unhappiness. The charm stuck to my clothes like it had a static charge, so I moved it to my side where it wouldn't get in the way.
'Those who do not work, do not eat', or something like that.
With the preliminaries out of the way, the merchant waved me on out to the warehouse. The warehouse itself was like a closed-off market, with goods stacked in high piles on tables and in boxes, crammed in every available inch. The smell of produce was overwhelming, so strong it actually became unappetizing.
"The order?" A man with curly stubble took my paper. He looked it over.
"Right, so you can get the produce from me, then the barrelled goods from the guy over that-a-way," he jabbed a thumb in said guy's direction. "After that, go to Mrs Chiri. She'll give you a little pocket money for the trade fees and a night or two at the inn."
I raised my eyebrows. "Quite a system."
He grinned. "Yep. Oh, and be nice to Mrs Chiri. She's the boss's wife, after all."
I followed stubble-guy's instructions. It probably took about an hour, all told. The stocky guy who loaded the barrels was very particular about where they should go to avoid crushing other produce or spilling. Mrs Chiri, who looked a good deal younger than her middle-aged husband, gave me an assortment of small change and a few paper bills, another modern convenience I was surprised to see. Along with that came a list of names, directions, and numbers.
"Here are the latest market prices," she said with a voice that was a little too sweet for the workplace. "We sell to wholesalers, so you should aim for about eighty percent of these prices. Good luck!"
Looking down the list, there were a whole lot of middlemen listed for such a tiny agricultural area. I wondered if they used the term 'value added'.
"Thank you very much, ma'am," I said with a bow, and stowed the papers in my pocket.
Ready as I'd ever be, I grabbed the handles of the cart and heaved forward, only to get jerked backwards a bit when the cart rolled back. "Hurk. This thing is heavier than it looks."
"That's why farming does your body good." One of the other cart-boys thumped a hand against his lower back. "All that bending over gives you strong muscles."
"Thanks for the advice," I grumbled, hunching down and leaning forward.
I just had to get it started, and then I could let momentum do the rest of the work for me. With a little more heaving and straining, I got it moving. It seemed weightless as a gentle downhill slope carried it for me.
My next problem was the other people. I was digging my heels in the ground as often as I was pushing forward, trying not to plow over anyone. Barrel-guy knew what he was talking about, though. By the time I got to the gate to the outside, the produce was jostled but otherwise fine.
"Ten yen per cart," the guard said on reflex.
"I'm just heading out, I came from the..."
"All merchant carts leaving need to pay a ten-yen fee to the village."
I knew better than to argue it. I looked through the change Mrs Chiri had given me. Some of them I could read, but mixed in were what looked like re-stamped Chinese coins, half-rusted old coins that looked to be several dynasties old, and one coin of... what is that, Vietnamese? After a little searching I found two recognizable five-yen coins and forked them over.
"Safe travels," he said, and waved for the gate to be raised.
On the open roads, I could build up some speed without having to worry about bystanders. The 'roads' were just stamped-down dirt, but as I walked, the wheels of the cart nestled into the shallow tracks where other carts had made a path. How about that. Now the cart moved much more smoothly. Feeling proud of my accidental discovery, I kept up a good pace, taking short steps so it didn't run into my ankles.
Hauling a cart turned out to be a rather peaceful job. I was so used to hearing car horns and loud machinery that being out in such green, grassy land felt like a vacation, even though my arms were already getting a little sore. I took advantage of the time to grab the charm attached to my side. Kasen said I should learn to recognize magic, and now I had nothing better to do. I pinched it between my thumb and finger and focused on how it felt. The paper was still smooth, but stiff and fragile. I ran my thumb over the writing. For a fraction of a second, I felt a jolt, like my thumb was exposed to cold and heat at the same time. It was gone before I even jerked my thumb away.
Well, that's something. I stuck it back to my side and kept walking.
Even though I was out of the village proper, there were still plenty of people around me. In an hour or two of walking I counted a rest stop, three pubs, a general store, a group of fellow carters gambling, and lots of old ladies growing onions wherever there was a patch of flat ground.
The land after the twenty-third old lady started looking a bit more wild. There weren't many fields and houses around anymore, or much of anything else. Around that time, my arms twinged hard enough that I almost dropped the handles. I pulled off the trail a little ways and set the cart down to hopefully cool down for a minute.
I caught my breath, wiped my face, and wished that I was smart enough to buy some food before heading out. Or at any of the places I passed by. Oops. I paused just long enough to massage my tired arms and get some feeling back into my legs. I was in a whole different dimension and still on someone else's clock.
As soon as I got going down the road again, I felt a rush of wind by my ear. My pants slipped and dropped down to my ankles. I tried to slam on the brakes, but I ended up flopping onto my stomach. I scrambled to get my pants back on before anyone saw my briefs.
That was weird. My belt was still on tight. Had I lost some weight already? I straightened myself and hitched my pants up a few more centimeters. Maybe that would do.
It didn't. Five minutes later the exact same thing happened, including the falling on my face. I felt another rush of wind. No, not quite wind. More like the sound of someone giggling.
I gasped in realization as I pulled my pants up.
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