Chapter 15

Marianne was in a hurry.

She wanted to quickly distribute the buckwheat seeds she received from the second prince to the farmers' houses.

According to the book, buckwheat can be harvested even in poor soil and is resistant to drought. She wanted to distribute it to as many farmers as possible, even in the corners of wheat fields or gardens.

"Perhaps a subsidy would be best here."

If they were to grow the buckwheat and buy the harvested seeds at a reasonable price, it would surely increase their motivation.

With this in mind, she used her school break to send a message to the village chief's house and headed to the territory with the gardener, Uncle Tom.

"Ah, I see. I've never seen buckwheat before, but if it can grow in poor soil and is drought-resistant, it means we can expect a harvest even in dry years, right?"

The village chief understood what she wanted to say without her having to explain everything.

"The earl's family will buy all the buckwheat harvested. However, I cannot agree with that, Miss."

"Why not? It will increase their workload, so it's only fair. In the first year, we can't expect a large harvest, and if you're worried about the purchase price..."

"That's not it. Isn't your goal to protect the people from famine rather than to study a new crop?"

"Yes, that's right."

"Then please be straightforward about it. You've encouraged the people to raise chickens and even provided subsidies for their purchase. Now, we can eat eggs and chicken meat, which were once precious. It's something we couldn't have imagined before.

If this is to prepare for famine, we farmers will not ask for money to protect our own and our families' lives. Just distributing the seeds is more than enough for us."

"I see. I'm sorry. My thinking was shallow. I was trying to solve it with money, which was very rude."

"No, no, please don't apologize. Still, at your age, Miss Marianne, you have a great capacity. I had heard you were very talented, but I'm surprised.

Miss, I will take full responsibility for distributing the buckwheat seeds to the villagers and instructing them on how to grow them. I will also explain the purpose of growing buckwheat. Please rest assured."

The village chief bowed to Marianne.

After seeing off the departing carriage and entering the house, she held the triangular buckwheat seeds in her hand and looked at them.

"Amazing. At such a young age, to do something like this. You are a considerate young lady. Even if you eventually leave this territory to marry elsewhere, it will be a great loss."

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On the way back in the carriage, Marianne was deeply reflecting.

Since childhood, she often found that people didn't understand her ideas, and over time, she had developed a habit of giving up or cutting short her explanations.

She was embarrassed that she had tried to solve things quickly with money, fearing that she would be seen as a capricious daughter of the lord.

"Miss, please don't be so down. The village chief wasn't criticizing you."

"Yes, I know. But I'm just so embarrassed. I thought no one would understand my explanations.

Even if they understood the logic, they might still find it troublesome and throw away the buckwheat. It's a seed they've never seen before.

In my haste to get an answer, I made such a proposal. It was really impolite."

"Ah, I see. I understand a bit now. Miss, you might have become a bit timid about negotiations due to past experiences.

It's okay. From now on, I will help you. I will work hard to make sure people understand your ideas."

Tom looked at the young lady, who reminded him of his own grandchild, with affection.

"Tom, if I ever unconsciously give up on trying to persuade someone, please point it out. Definitely."

Thinking that even the most talented people can struggle when their ideas don't get through, he wanted to pamper the beautiful, dejected girl.

"Miss, when we return to the mansion, let's plant the remaining buckwheat seeds in the garden. I'll make them grow a thousand times over.

And let's consult the head chef. If we can spread delicious dishes made with buckwheat flour, everyone will be more enthusiastic about growing it."

"That's a good idea. Thank you, Tom. I'm counting on you."

"Not at all. Miss, your life has just begun. Let's take it slowly."

The dejected face finally turned into a smile. They needed to get the head chef excited too.

Tom always felt excited when he thought about Marianne's future.

Human talent is not limited by age. However, due to a lack of life experience, it's inevitable that one might not be good at managing people.

When she might stumble on the stairs, he wanted to gently support her. He wanted to see the future she would create.

This girl has a brilliance that makes him think this way.