I Became a Food Developer in Another World - Chapter 43



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Dwarves are the best engineers in this world.

Not only human blacksmiths, but even alchemists are at a disadvantage to dwarves.

Dwarves, who had lived for hundreds of years, were a race that had basic skills in alchemy as well as night magic.

It was for this reason that I suggested to Dorian that he try working in the ‘can’ factory.

It was with a light heart that I thought that even just one Dorian could do the work of several alchemists.

however.

“What? You mean I can drink unlimited beer?!”

“Let me work too!”

“I’m confident I can do better than Dorian!”

The dwarves flocked to the place at the news that they would be paid in beer.

The number of people exceeding fifty was more than enough to fill the factory’s staff I had expected.

Although we unexpectedly acquired all of the staff, a change in plan was inevitable.

‘We need to expand our beer factory.’

It seemed likely that beer production would increase much more than cola production.

I’m glad that so many engineers volunteered to help.

*

It was while I was looking for a site to build a canning factory that I first heard about ‘scurvy’.

“Hello, Colonel!”

“Even if you’re a colonel, it’s an honorary position, so there’s no need to be so formal.”

“All right!”

Seeing the officer who had no intention of listening, I gave up on trying to change my attitude.

I’ve seen this happen more than once on my way here.

“You, I found out that you are an amazing person.”

“That’s right. I didn’t know it would be this bad.”

Like Dorian, I honestly felt a little refreshed because I had no idea that I would be treated this way by the soldiers.

I’ve noticed this ever since I was collecting sugarcane, but the soldiers tend to be particularly cooperative with me.

I thought it was because I made the canned food, but now I see that wasn’t the only reason.

Because soldiers don’t treat them this well just because their food is improved.

“As expected, Colonel.”

“… … .”

As Aria said, the reason for this might be the title of ‘Colonel’.

‘I guess colonel is a higher position than I thought.’

Even in his previous life, the colonel was clearly of high rank, but in this world, his status seemed to be much higher.

Of course, the title ‘Your Excellency’ was only given to certain high-ranking officials.

I took it lightly because it was an honorary position, but in reality I was being treated like a general.

Just because I made a surprise visit to a military base, the commander in charge of the area came out and saluted me.

‘Next time, I guess I should tell you in advance before I come.’

The place where Aria and I were was a military base on the coast where a canning factory was located.

It was a unit whose sole purpose was to extract canned goods from an area with restricted access to the outside world.

The Marquis of Hughes had offered to help me set up a factory nearby and provide security for it.

In this world, it was common for military contractors to entrust the security of their facilities to nearby military units.

Of course, this was tantamount to ‘free riding’, but I wasn’t that unscrupulous.

“Take it.”

“…What is this?”

“This is a certificate with my signature on it. If you take this to the Trion headquarters, they will deliver cola to the military base every month.”

“I can’t accept this!”

The commander waved his hand in bewilderment at the story that he would be supplied with cola every month, but I forced him to show me the certificate.

“This is a small token of appreciation for the soldiers standing guard, so there is no need to feel burdened.”

“but-”

“Yay!”

“Cola daaaa!”

“Long live His Excellency the Colonel!”

When I said I would shoot cola, the soldiers on guard duty erupted in cheers.

I waved my hand in response and then looked back at the commander and continued speaking.

“There is no need to refuse, as this matter has already been discussed with Marquis Hughes.”

“thank you.”

The commander finally accepted the certificate after he had finished talking to the commander-in-chief.

Meanwhile, I promised additional pay to soldiers on guard duty, not just cola.

Paying for work done was something that was very natural to me, who had economic sense from my previous life.

But it seems that this was a very unusual thing in this world.

The commander’s eyes grew wide as if they were going to pop out.

“He’s a total gentleman.”

Even Aria, who has a relatively open mind, said something like that.

“So you don’t like it?”

“No, I feel at ease.”

Of course, the reaction was that it felt refreshing.

“Why, there are many nobles who treat their soldiers like objects. I find them disgusting every time I see them.”

There were many nobles in the empire who treated their soldiers as if they were unpaid labor.

Because it was so natural, neither the soldiers who were served nor the nobles who served them recognized it as a problem.

To them, I probably look like a weirdo.

“Let’s take a look at the land.”

“Oh, I understand.”

The commander, who had been looking at me with surprised eyes, quickly stepped forward.

It was while I was touring the canning factory and the site where the canning factory was to be built.

I suddenly turned my gaze to the pungent garlic scent that stimulated my nose.

The scent of garlic was wafting from a huge tent set up on the shore.

“What is that?”

I tilted my head at the tent’s unique appearance.

The tent was hung with bags of mint and garlic, and a high fence was erected to keep out anyone.

Inside, people dressed in devilishly creepy costumes walked between tents.

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They were wearing long black coats that reached down to their ankles and bird beak masks.

As I was wondering about the outfit that looked like that of a plague doctor I had heard about in my past life, I heard an unexpected answer.

“This is a place where patients with scurvy are isolated.”

“…Scurvy?”

“Yes, I am calling it that because blood is leaking out of my whole body.”

I asked, hoping that it might be a symptom of a disease I had heard of before.

“Can you tell me more about it?”

“Oh, yes.”

The commander looked puzzled, but he told me more about scurvy.

It can range from bleeding on the skin to blood leaking into the urine, and in severe cases, even bloody stool.

In addition, blood was flowing from various parts of his body.

However, since the cause cannot be found, it is called ‘scurvy’.

“Have any sailors who went on a voyage come back?”

“…How did you know that?”

I said as I passed the surprised commander.

“Let’s go.”

“yes?”

“I think I know what the cause is.”

“?!”

*

“Your Majesty! Be polite!”

“Choo, choong!”

“I’ve said hello. But I’d like to hear more about their symptoms.”

I stopped the military doctor from greeting me and looked at the patients lying on the ground and asked.

The answer I got back was the same as what I had heard from the commander earlier.

“… … I’ve been cleaning the surroundings and purifying the air with garlic and mint, but for some reason my condition isn’t getting better.”

“Wasn’t the Navy issued with canned food?”

“They will be paid, but not to everyone. I heard that they will only be paid to some units in the front lines on a trial basis.”

“Scurvy occurred in units that were not issued canned food.”

“Yes, that’s right.”

I nodded inwardly, looking back at the military doctor who was looking at me with surprised eyes.

‘This is definitely scurvy.’

Scurvy was a disease that appeared when Europeans began long-distance voyages to the ‘ocean’.

In the world of my previous life, scurvy was not considered a serious disease because it was known to be caused by ‘vitamin C deficiency’, but before then, scurvy was a terrifying disease that drove countless sailors to their deaths.

People living on land did not suffer from scurvy even though they were unaware of the existence of vitamins through the consumption of a variety of fruits and vegetables, but sailors on long-distance voyages were not affected.

Scurvy was a terrible disease for sailors who lived only on preserved foods, such as hard biscuits and salted meats, in which vitamins were destroyed.

Not knowing about vitamins, I couldn’t even figure out a clear way to treat it.

It is said that it took mankind a long time of 400 years to overcome scurvy, so it is impossible to even estimate how many people must have died from scurvy during that time.

It is said that the ghost ship legend arose because scurvy wiped out all the sailors.

But despite its notoriety, the cure for scurvy was deceptively simple.

“Do you have any limes or lemons?”

“Lime or lemon? I have some, but…”

“Feed that to those suffering from scurvy every day.”

“… … ?”

“Then it will be cured.”

““!””

The military doctors in the barracks seemed reluctant to believe me.

It was natural to not believe someone who wasn’t even an expert when he suddenly said that eating fruit would make you better.

But I had no intention of persuading them.

There was no need to go back since I knew the way.

“Please do as I say. This is a matter of human lives.”

“……All right.”

“Um, let me give it a try.”

The military doctors, although feeling uneasy, brought limes and squeezed them into the mouths of the listless patients.

Until then, no one believed me.

The response was that he had no choice but to follow the Colonel’s orders.

It was about a week later.

“Oh, it’s gotten better!”

“Victor is awake!”

People who had lost strength and fallen began to rise.

*

The news that lemons and limes could cure ‘scurvy’ spread quickly through word of mouth among military doctors.

It became essential for sailors on long voyages to carry limes on board, as they were cheaper than lemons, and the incidence of scurvy gradually decreased.

But not everyone benefited from this.

Even though they knew about limes, some sailors still suffered from scurvy.

“Lime? Who has time for something like that?”

“Lime, is it God who gives you?”

To buy limes, one had to go to the mainland and procure the fruit, which took time and money.

As if things weren’t bad enough, merchants who found out that limes were selling well raised their prices, causing ship owners to turn their backs on limes even further.

One day, the ship owner threw something at the sailors who were helplessly exposed to scurvy.

“If you don’t want to get sick, eat well!”

“Re, Lemon… … !”

“Oh oh, there are plums here too!”

The sailors’ eyes widened when they saw what the captain had thrown.

It was a candy with various fruits drawn on it.

“Captain! What is this?”

“It’s a shunkist! It’s said to have the same effect as lime!”

Sean Kist.

A world-class fruit and vegetable cooperative representing the United States.

The candy there was the name of the lifeline given to the sailors.

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