“I don’t know how long it’s been since I smelled anything this good.”
The villagers started to stare at the pot with greedy eyes. The children were grabbing their stomachs.
Weed shook his head.
'I can’t give this to anyone.'
'To obtain the seasonings and cooking ingredients costs money. Therefore I have no intention of handing any of it over.'
At this moment, the children started to cry.
“Mom, I’m hungry!”
“Bear with it for a little longer. Your father’s going to be home soon.”
“Is it grass again?”
“Yes, he said he’ll be going a bit south of here where you can easily pick up good tree bark and grass roots, so just wait a little longer.”
“WAAAH!!!”
The children burst into tears.
Even though Morata was no longer in ruins, it was still really poor. Due to the cold they could not grow crops, and since it was inhospitable like the towns in the areas around it, trade wasn’t improving either.
The town was just barely scraping by!
It wasn’t truly dead, but only by living off the distributions from the church of Freya, did the village manage to survive.
In actuality, for the village elder to hand out the sweet potatoes was an astounding act of kindness.
Weed frowned.