The tavern on the west side of the city of Figo changed owners, and the new owner is a pretty nice guy. At least he doesn't chase away the poor.
Some knowledgeable people who had been to church noticed that this new owner seemed to have some facial resemblance to the god Spiritual, but who would really think so?
Could this tavern owner still be the spiritual God incarnate? Perhaps he is a spiritual person, which is somewhat possible.
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This tavern on the West Side was named Hagen's Tavern by Joseph, and Hagen's is roughly the phonetic translation of cheap or affordable in the Aden language.
The Hagen Tavern is indeed cheap, and Joseph makes his wine from a fermented plant similar to sorghum, which was only found and then grown on a large scale about a hundred and sixty years ago.
Its name is Farb, which translates to "lion" in Aden, and why it now stands in for the sorghum-like plant used to make grain wine, naturally, because the discoverer's name is Farb, and so Farb is so named.
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"Jose, a bowl of Farb, don't water it down!"
"Don't worry."
Joseph said with a smile that with such a small store, at least he was able to follow some directions easily.
Joseph bought the pub for three hundred Odin coins, which almost emptied Joseph's seven years of savings earned on the farm.
Who would have thought that "Jose", a hard worker on the farm and from a remote area, would be the Spiritual God that all Spiritualists in Odin worship daily?
"The long life is really boring and lonely."
Joseph came down from the mountain some years ago and started a life in Odin in the most ordinary capacity.
"Jose, I heard that you spent three hundred Odin coins."
There were not many customers in the tavern, but the bearded man in front of him was a frequent visitor named Dragan.
The bearded Dragan is a notorious drunkard in Fico City, and was previously heard to have hung out in the East Side-the East Side is, of course, the area of the rich, and recently, somehow, ran to the West Side.
"Sure, three hundred large coins, not a penny less." Joseph said as he patiently polished his wine bowl and bowed his head.
Odin coins are roughly divided into two types today; the big Odin coins and the small Odin coins.
The exchange ratio of small Odin coins to big Odin coins is about 10:1, which is not absolute. Some places may be higher or lower.
A large loaf of bread made of Farb also costs only one small Odin coin.
"You've been ripped off, Jose," said the bearded Dragan as he finished his drink in one gulp and barred his mouth. "I guarantee you won't make your money back in this lifetime at this price."
Joseph smiled and did not say anything. A bowl of wine can only be sold for a small amount of Odin coins, and the cost of shaved labor is at least three-quarters of the small Odin coins.
Even if he sold forty bowls of wine a day, it would take nearly a year to make his money back.
"It's good to make ends meet." Joseph didn't care; he gave Dragan another spoonful of wine from the tankard to add to it.
"You're a good businessman." Dragan smiled back when he saw it.
"Where's your wife?" Dragan asked again after a couple of sips; it was true that he hadn't seen Jose's wife as far as he could remember.
Joseph shook his head. "I don't have a wife, or rather, my wife has passed away."
How many years has it been since Lucy died? Joseph couldn't recall, but it must have been a very, very long time ago.
"Then you have to be careful!" "Seriously," Dragan said, having thought Jose already had a wife.
"Be careful?" Joseph asked, "Why?"
"The city of Figo has not met its goal for three years, and the lord is angry, and I hear he is preparing to introduce a decree to punish those who come of age and do not marry, with the same punishment for those who marry and do not have children."
"The goal?"
"Yes, is the population growth target, the capital side issued. This king always thinks we Odin population is not enough. I hope we have more population. In fact, I think it is completely enough now and not a war." Dragan and, as if they suddenly thought of something, pause The first time I saw it, I said, "Is there going to be a war? That's not good! "
Joseph laughed, "Our column-commander, Lord Dragan, will also be afraid of war."
Hearing Joseph's words, several other people in Hagen Tavern also laughed in unison, but only Dragan had an embarrassed face.
Everyone knew what Joseph was talking about.
Dragan had bragged about being a column-commander in the Fico City army when he was drunk in Hagen's tavern, and it was certainly something worth having a good laugh about.
Now Odin's military system is very mature, with a total of four armies, respectively, to the south of the city of Figo, the southwest of the city of Samo, the southeast of the city of the Sun, and the king's city, Orpheus City, under his command.
Any one of the armies had a minimum establishment of 100,000 men, with various subdivisions of army official positions below.
For example, every five people is called a team; one of them is called a captain; every five teams under the command of a captain is called a brigade; and every five brigades is called a column.
Including a variety of miscellaneous personnel, a column of at least close to one hundred and fifty people can become a column-commander, which in the army is already quite a big deal, and then the positions are usually held by the Spiritual clan.
So the bearded Dragan's boast that he was a column-commander was certainly something that should be mocked.
Every column-commander was paid at least forty large Odin coins per week, and Dragan's poor appearance clearly did not match this.
"You Baen guys! "No shit, if I had agreed to marry Mna, I would definitely be a column-commander now, and I wouldn't have been driven to the West Side! " Dragan hastily roared to prove that he was telling the truth.
Baen in the Aden language has the same sound as a foolish animal and later evolved into a curse word. This animal is somewhat similar to the later pig.
Of course, of course, Dragan, you did almost become the city lord's granddaughter-in-law, Mna's husband, a matter of which we have no doubt."
"Hmph, a bunch of uneducated Baen guys!" Dragan, knowing what he actually was, finished his drink in one gulp and hurriedly dropped a small Odin coin and left.
This drew even more laughter from the crowd.
Joseph knew what was going on with Dragan's so-called daughter, almost becoming the city lord's granddaughter-in-law.
About six months ago, the city lord, Quinn, was ready to recruit a son-in-law for his granddaughter Mna, and notices were posted throughout the city of Figo and many surrounding towns that day.
No one would let go of such a chance to reach the top, not to mention that Miss Mna is indeed an excellent and beautiful woman.
The number of people who signed up was unknown, and Dragan was among them.
Of course, the registration is to pay, and the more money paid, the more attractive it can be to attract the attention of Miss Mna.
This, in Joseph's opinion, should just be the city lord's means of enrichment, at the expense of his granddaughter.
The latter is quite obvious; many people see this as a great opportunity to invest heavily in their families—the former owner of Hagen Tavern is among them.
Dragan sold his property on the East Side—he was originally a tavern owner as well—and sold it while drinking it himself, selling off his family's assets.
scattered more than 1,000 large Odin coins, full of joy to send to the city lord.
The result of course was not as satisfactory, someone's bid was higher than his.
Dragan always felt that he could have won with just one more small Odin coin, but this may have been mentally deranged in the eyes of others - who knows?
Dragan wandered off, always adding something to Joseph's humdrum life.