Ten adults plus one child, the barley Lynn previously bought in Kent Village was already eaten up by yesterday!
More grain food needs to be purchased.
Moreover.
Within a week, nearly two hundred pounds of smoked fish in the smokehouse also need to be sold.
Plus, the brewery needs barley to start the next round of brewing!
The next morning.
Three hundred pounds of beer were all packed into wooden barrels and carried by oxen.
Lynn, along with Red Kuisi and Lex, arrived early at Kent Village.
Kuisi's familiar calling echoed from the roadside.
"Smoked fish, smoked fish, delicious smoked fish! Perfectly salty and savory, great with meals and drinks!"
"Freshly baked smoked fish! Crispy on the outside and tender inside, fragrant and enticing, come and taste!"
She seemed to have memorized these two selling lines firmly, repeating them word for word.
Some passing villagers merely glanced briefly before looking away.
Indeed, just as Lynn had guessed.
