Why are you obsessed with your fake wife? - Chapter 50-2

“Uh… Then, are you saying the production of plate armor and the improvement of farming tools should be carried out together?”

“That’s right. You got it right.”

Then, an alarmed voice resonated loudly.

“No, wait!  Isn’t this different from when we signed a contract? You said you would give us two days off a week!”

“With this, with this amount of work, we could only take a day off on Sunday, let two days!”

“Oh, I guess you haven’t read the clause below it.”

Nadia walked to the bookcase, drooping her eyebrows as if she were sorry. As they happened to be in the conference room, a copy of the contract existed nearby.

Nadia explained to the Dwarves, thrusting at the contracts they had signed themselves.

“Look at this. I put an additional condition under point 3. Two holidays per week are guaranteed, but additional work may be requested in unavoidable circumstances. Instead, you will be paid twice as much for any extra hours worked.”

“But, it’s only in an unavoidable situation, isn’t it?”

“Why is it not urgent to remodel the agricultural equipment when our people need to farm immediately? Also, I’m not asking you to do all the work. You are going to make as many as our blacksmiths will… No, more would be preferable.”

“Then why are you in a hurry to make plate armor? It’s not like there’s going to be a war right now.”

“In the North, unexpected monster strikes often happen. Are you not aware of that?”

“……”

“I plan to test the power of the new cavalry unit by defeating monsters. For that, they need to go through training beforehand.”

The Dwarves, who couldn’t say anything back, kept their mouths shut. Nadia added, as she took another shot.

“Oh, by the way, you know that making stirrups is also your job, right?”

“Huh? But it’s not something that requires our technical skills…”

“That’s right, but the existence of stirrups is a secret that only a few people know about.  I don’t want to divulge it even to the blacksmiths. Dwarves are a race famous for keeping faith.”

“O-of course we are…”

“Yes, that’s why I want to leave it to you.  If you could do that, at least I won’t have to worry about words spilling out during the production process.”

“Ahem.”

The Dwarves cleared their throats as they were embarrassed by the openly flattering words.

However, from the twitching of the corners of their mouth, they didn’t seem to have any objection.

“Ahem, it’s such an honor that the Marchioness trusts us.”

“I hope you could meet my expectations.”

“My.… It wouldn’t be polite for us to refuse after all since you asked for it yourself.”

In the end, the dwarves went into labor hell with their own feet.

The administrators who watched the scene with their own eyes couldn’t help but admire Nadia from the bottom of their hearts.

With only flattering, the dwarves were willing to take all the enormous tasks.

‘I heard the dwarves have a lot of pride in their own race, but they quickly get over it…’

‘She handled them easily.’

At this moment, the administrators felt how fortunate they were that they weren’t the craftsmen.

While they were secretly breathing a sigh of relief, Nadia, who had finished assigning the work to the dwarves, casted her eyes on the administrator as well.

“Then let’s move on to the next issue.”

“Yes?”

That’s weird. Why is Madam looking at us?

A strange feeling of fear began to creep up from their back.

A few of them were quick to notice the fact that Nadia wouldn’t have called them if they were only going to discuss the issue of remodeling farm equipment.

“I want to improve the existing harvesting system a little… It is a different problem from distributing agricultural tools we are going to make for the farmers. If we order a change in the farming method they are accustomed to, I’m sure complaints will build up.”

Growing the same crop for many years in a row, the yield gradually decreased due to the exhaustion of soil fertility.

To prevent the decreasing yield, farmers decided to divide farmland into three equal parts and grow food only in the two-thirds, and the remaining one-third took a year off from farming.

Disrupting established ways carried risks.

Who could guarantee that the new cropping system proposed by the higher ups would bring them a good result?

“In that case, we just have to show the results first.”

“Are you thinking of adopting the method you propose only on some farmland?”

It was Glenn who asked the question. Nadia answered as she shifted her gaze to him.

“Yes, if we show them a success story, everyone will voluntarily follow.”

“…Are you that confident that it will succeed?”

“Yes, one hundred percent.”

New territories were obtained, but the land was not yet comparable to the rich plains of the South.

There was no way to create land like the South, so they didn’t have a choice but to increase the production efficiency.

“Currently, one-third of the farmland has to take a break from farming every year, you, too, are aware of it, right, Your Grace?”