Post by Colwen the Faithful on Jul 11, 2008 14:38:05 GMT -5
The grain was all in, counted, threshed, and sent off to the White City, where people and shopkeepers bought the majority of the crop. A small percentage were kept and sold locally, which helped with an immediate stimulation of food and money. The farming business didn't have the same cash-flow as being a King did, but it did get enough to support a large family and a growing farm. Each pound of grain was worth twenty copper pieces this year, and count was at one thousand pounds sold. The grain would in turn be sold for one silver piece for a pound, and the math would continue on. Marenwe was never good at numbers, but she did know that the profit to her family was larger than if her parents were healers or townsfolk. Grain was vital to the people, and Marenwe's family grew the best grain around.
Marenwe didn't actually care for farming at all, though it was something that her family had done for generations. She loved to dig in the dirt, that much she had inherited, but it was not to plant, but to pull things out and use them to heal others. When she was much younger she had taken to digging up all kinds of herbs and leaves to see if she could heal her sibling's wounded parts, and while she succeed a little, she often times just wound up not doing much other than making them stink for a while. Her technique of application had greatly improved, as did her herb-finding abilities and making of potions, but even still, nothing. She was waist-deep in the threshing room when her mother rang the triangle that hung on the back porch, a signal that she needed one or all of the children. Marenwe sighed, knowing she was the only one who was within ear range, and pulled herself out of the grain. Dusting off as she walked, she could only wonder what her mother wanted.
Of course, when she got inside, she wasn't expecting a visitor. She heard the voices in the front room and almost panicked - she was covered in dust and grime, and smelled to high heaven since it was so hot out, and her hair was pleated back into pigtails, with bits of grain sticking out here and there. She wasn't exactly ready for company, but alas, her mother was calling her in. Best to go and not keep them waiting, eh?
Marenwe didn't actually care for farming at all, though it was something that her family had done for generations. She loved to dig in the dirt, that much she had inherited, but it was not to plant, but to pull things out and use them to heal others. When she was much younger she had taken to digging up all kinds of herbs and leaves to see if she could heal her sibling's wounded parts, and while she succeed a little, she often times just wound up not doing much other than making them stink for a while. Her technique of application had greatly improved, as did her herb-finding abilities and making of potions, but even still, nothing. She was waist-deep in the threshing room when her mother rang the triangle that hung on the back porch, a signal that she needed one or all of the children. Marenwe sighed, knowing she was the only one who was within ear range, and pulled herself out of the grain. Dusting off as she walked, she could only wonder what her mother wanted.
Of course, when she got inside, she wasn't expecting a visitor. She heard the voices in the front room and almost panicked - she was covered in dust and grime, and smelled to high heaven since it was so hot out, and her hair was pleated back into pigtails, with bits of grain sticking out here and there. She wasn't exactly ready for company, but alas, her mother was calling her in. Best to go and not keep them waiting, eh?
