Fantasy Starting from the Stone Age - Chapter 84



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Episode 84. 3 that everyone can agree on

There is no copyright on the concept of money. In fact, merchants naturally recognized the concept before anyone bragged about inventing it. It is called ‘value’ and ‘goods’.

But money is a bit different. It’s like a currency that goes beyond the era of barter and is used throughout Datang. The concept of turning money into something material has never been achieved before.

Why didn’t they exist for such a long time? Basically, it’s because the country’s system was based on natural hunting and gathering, or art bartering, or a complete rationing system. But they still came back.

But now society has grown. And not just because of the population. Unlike when people were all ‘multi-tons’, now people live together with others. Not only has it grown in size, but it has also become more complex.

So, we need a more advanced governance and economic system. If we simply collect taxes in currency, disputes related to tax laws will become incredibly easy. We can create fines, and criminal laws can be handled more precisely… … .

Lezohui Medakbo decides to create this currency, a currency that will be used throughout Datang.

The first thing that Medakbo thought of was, surprisingly, fiat money.

“So, what if we gave value to the sculptures carved by those certified by All Chaun and Mainirun? If you bring them, we will return them with goods of equal value. I will call this ‘currency.’”

“So when Mainilun first created currency, did it create value that didn’t exist before?”

“yes.”

“So, is it possible for Mainilun to create the values ​​that exist in the world whenever he wants?”

“Yes. The so-called casting profit… … .”

“Hey, you punk. How is that any different from using your family for free?”

“Rather than that, it’s no different from debt, so how can that be?”

“It is impossible to create value that does not exist.”

The sinking of Medakbo. Modern economists might object if they heard it, but prehistoric people did not understand the concept of creating value out of nothing.

Medakbo thought this had enormous potential, but he couldn’t answer the question, ‘Where does this non-existent value come from?’ That’s the basis of money, after all.

In that case, we have no choice but to use things that have universal value to everyone.

Food, cloth. Commonly used items. But because of the large racial differences, it’s a bit difficult. In Datang, medals also have universal value for everyone.

“What if we made medals into currency?”

“Medals as currency?”

“Yes. Honor doesn’t really exist, right? Each medal has its own value… … .”

“Dismissed.”

“why?!”

“Speak sensibly. How many different types of medals are there? And each region uses different medals. Is that what you call currency?”

“That, that. Hmm.”

For reference, there are currently 300 medals officially used in Datang, and each region has its own unique medals, so in total there are over 10,000.

It is impossible to give each of these different values. They cannot function as currency.

But Medakbo goes further than that.

“But! First of all, you admit that honor itself does not exist, right?”

“Huh? What… … . In real life.”

“That’s right! So, just as honor can be converted into a medal, ‘value’ can also be converted into ‘currency’! As long as the country guarantees it.”

“… … Okay. Then what exactly are you going to use as currency?”

On Earth, metals were simply used as currency: iron coins, coins, silver coins, and gold.

These were more than just the metals themselves. Silver and gold are certainly resources that have uses, but are they actually worth it? Well, I guess not.

And iron ore and copper coins usually had a face value higher than the value of iron or copper. That’s where the minting profits came from.

However, Datang cannot use metal as currency. Metals that explode, melt, or react erratically in high-magic zones are seriously problematic to use.

Then do you use stone? But stone is brittle and especially heavy. It’s too brittle for the Gigad and too heavy for the Borin.

There were few things in this era that could be agreed upon as ‘everything has value.’ On Earth, precious metals such as gold, silver, and copper were considered valuable regardless of region.

It’s because they are different races. The land is too vast and the environment is different. Baekkan and Erin in the northern region are good at using precious metal currency, but… … It’s difficult for the Datang people. On the other hand, highly elaborately carved art pieces are of no value to Borin, who lives a short life, but they are of immense value to Daton.

“Just pretty sculptures as currency, no. It has to be strong. And it has to be difficult to make. It would be difficult if anyone could make currency. For currency, the production and circulation should be controlled at least by the central government. But metal is no good. Stones and jewels are too abundant or too few to be used as currency… … .”

Medakbo is desperately thinking about a new currency.

Of course, this mountain of work is somehow resolved. As a result, Medakbo ends up creating money very slowly.

“If there is something that is difficult to make, but can be made whenever you want, is difficult to replicate, and has universal value to everyone… … !”

The judicial system has also been established. Few agenda items make it to the highest decision maker, but when they do, the Medakbo himself has to think about it for several days, so the workload does not decrease.

Such a slacker now had no time to waste on currency and was simply busy with his endless workload.

“Damn it! I’m out of ink again!”

At that time, Datang used wood and grass-made paper, processed leather, cloth woven from spider webs, and stones and clay tablets, etc. They wrote on these by dipping them in ink with a feather pen or by carving them with a chisel and filling them with color.

As a craftsman and scribe of those who write, I’m starting to get annoyed with this damn ink.

At first, it was said to be difficult to counterfeit, and he used a special ink made by adding a few ingredients to magic honey to make and sell items for his own household, but it ran out and he had to get a new one.

I brought a bucketful of ink, but I am writing tiny letters with it, so it is so frustrating and frustrating to the point of death. It is especially frustrating because at that time, the Datang script was engraved rather than written.

The part I’m writing about now is the ‘all’ part.

It’s the letter ‘ol’ in ‘ol chaun’. It’s different from the letter ‘fire’.

All the chauns were noble proper nouns, so they insisted that they should have their own characters, and so they made them use more ornate and complex characters. I wanted to kill my old self who thought about such traditions.

All the things that All Chaun put up themselves have their own letters, and this is really… … . It’s so unfair.

I think it’s unnecessary. It would have been better to just write it in the same way as ‘Fire Friend’, but instead, they’re writing it as a proper noun, creating a separate ideogram called ‘All Chaun’. And it’s a more ornate and complicated character.

“after…….”

Medakbo waits for his men to bring him the ink. Then he sees the letters written ‘All’.

I know what it means. ‘Fire’ All Chaun explained it to me. The language All Chaun used is very different from today’s language, so now the Datuns don’t pronounce ‘fire’ as ‘ol’. They pronounce it similarly though.

Medakbo sighs when he sees it.

And because I’m annoyed, I write ‘Reka’ next to it. It’s awkward to write ‘Chaun’ in front of it, and it’s even harder to say it out loud.

You know what that word means. It’s ‘Fuck.’ Every shaman in the world lights a fire with the word ‘Fuck.’

“Oh. Right.”

You wouldn’t know how absurd it was when I heard that. The meaning of a spell that was supposed to be divine was ‘Fuck’.

But I think I can understand. Didn’t you say that on a stormy night, All Chaun went out and rescued Datang Oram? And then he shouted ‘Reka’ and lit a fire to save the child who was shivering from the cold.

If you bring fire to save a child and the fire doesn’t light, anyone would want to scream “Fuck!” It’s easy to understand. You came up in the world to enjoy power, but instead of enjoying power, aren’t you just writing here?

The power that Medakbo could enjoy was limited to asking his secretary-wife to fill the inkwell. It was really Reka-like. Truly.

So, Medakbo, who had never shown his pain to the public, speaks without thinking.

“Reca.”

Nothing happens. Of course. Everyone just looks at me and asks why I’m saying the basic fire-making spell.

So Medakbo says again:

“Reca.”

I’m annoyed so I read it properly

“Oleka.”

This makes no sense, so I’ll write one more.

“All di Recca.”

This is still not grammatically correct. What do you know? He grabs the quill pen he has, and just scribbles it down on a blank piece of paper, shouting.

Sprinkling the last of the ink.

“Oll! Dee! Reka!”

I can’t say “all the damn things” so I said this.

Suddenly the paper catches fire.

“?!”

The scribes who brought the inkwells reacted quickly. They ran quickly to remove the flammable materials and tried to put out the fire.

“Fire!”

“Medakbo! Quick!”

“Yeah, yeah.”

Medakbo avoids it, looking embarrassed.

And then you think about what you just did.

I’m shouting just in case.

“Reca?”

no.

“Reka!”

no.

“Die Recca!”

no.

“Oll! Dee! Reka!”

No, that’s not it.

Just in case, Medakbo brings paper of the same material he used, and writes letters with a quill in an inkwell, then pours ink into it.

The written text is ‘Ol di Reca’.

And he puts his pen back into the letter and shouts:

“Oll! Dee! Reka!”

Di Recca is a spell that lights a fire in the desired direction.

The fire was lit where Medakbo wished. It was in a corner of a field where there was no one, but it was definitely, definitely burning.

And everyone watched this madness. Everyone was astonished at what the secretary had accomplished.

“oh my god.”

But it doesn’t stop there. Medakbo is flustered and asks other scribes to do the same.

“Oll! Dee! Reka!”

Then, a fire breaks out where he wishes. Being a Rulmo and not connected with spirit magic, he is surprised and falls to the ground.

“what’s this.”

Rezohui Medakbo has discovered a new mystery! The magic of writing. The magic of writing. Or, should we say, rune magic?

Medakbo, who has become a scribe, realizes the immense potential of this ability. And soon realizes:

“Ahhhhhhh! There’s more work to do!”

A talented person can create more work even when he or she is still. That is a great talent.

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