I Live on the Land in Global Games-Chapter 33 - 32 Bruce Tavern

It seemed there was only one dish available.

Mu Ying knocked on the bar, “Boss, two servings of steak, please.”

Behind the bar, Bruce, with his face red from drinking and snoring loudly, rubbed his eyes and looked over, “Burp— not drinking some ale?”

“I have matters to attend to in the afternoon, no need for alcohol,” Mu Ying reluctantly declined.

“Alright then, burp—”, Bruce swayed to the back of the bar to get busy and soon came back with two large plates.

Mu Ying lifted Yuan Gungun up to the bar and pushed one of the plates in front of him before focusing on her own food.

The steak was generously portioned but only tasted average.

However, being meat, Mu Ying enjoyed it quite a lot.

“Lord, can we talk about something?

How about getting a restaurant to set up in the territory sooner?” Bruce took a sip of ale and softly brought it up.

“?” Mu Ying looked at him puzzled.

Wasn’t he worried about a restaurant taking away his business?

Bruce touched his nose, embarrassed, “I’m good at brewing, but as for cooking, I can only make steaks and such, getting a bit tired of it.”

“…” Mu Ying was somewhat speechless.

She thought the tavern served both alcohol and cooked food, but it turned out Bruce could only cook steak.

No wonder there was only one choice of meal; they might as well change “Today’s meal” to “Daily meal.”

“The territory’s population is too small, no one wants to come.”

That was her reason for not setting up a restaurant.

“Alas!” Bruce languished over the bar, wondering why he hadn’t considered the eating issue when he started.

“You can choose to go to the bakery for bread,” Mu Ying could only suggest, “Once we have enough people, I’ll definitely set up a restaurant.”

The meal left Mu Ying feeling somewhat uneasy, feeling like the shop owners in her territory were a bit too idiosyncratic.

Anyway, before the restaurant was built, she didn’t want to see Bruce’s resentful eyes again.

Better to eat bread in the evening.

Thinking so, Mu Ying went into Marin’s Bakery.

Compared to Bruce’s unkempt tavern and personal appearance, Mrs.

Marlin and her bakery were synonymous with cleanliness and freshness.

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Mrs.

Marlin was a slightly plump middle-aged woman dressed in a pale-colored long dress and an apron trimmed with white lace, her eyes curving tenderly when she looked at people.

The samples displayed in the window were just like Mrs.

Marlin, making one feel delighted just by looking at them.

However, since many of the products had short shelf lives, the only stocks available in the store were cheap breads.

The 1 copper coin for three pieces of brown bread was the store’s bestseller, followed by 2 copper coins for one white bread and 3 copper coins for one baguette.

Mu Ying bought a bit of each to try, especially the legendary brown bread.

She noticed someone in front of her bought 2 copper coins’ worth of black bread, thinking it couldn’t be that unpalatable.

At dinner, she regretted her decision.

The black bread was indeed as its name suggested, dark and hard, fit for hitting someone; it was practically inedible without soaking in hot soup.

Even when softened, eating it was a struggle, always worrying it would damage her throat.

She didn’t finish any of the three loaves of black bread, giving them all to Yuan Gungun to gnaw on.

Watching Yuan Gungun happily gnaw at the black bread that was even taller than itself, Mu Ying truly envied its good set of teeth.

Although the little creature ate a lot, it had a wide-ranging diet.

Now in its infancy, it already had stronger teeth than hers.

The Iron-eating Beast truly lived up to its reputation.

Thinking of the bizarre Skill it developed after eating too many fruits, Mu Ying thought she could probably feed it some more black bread; the soft, squishy fruit was nowhere near as impactful as the black bread.

“Gungun, don’t rush, take it slow, I’ll buy you as much as you need once you’re done,” Mu Ying gently caressed the little creature, filled with anticipation.

“?” Yuan Gungun puffed its cheeks out, feeling a slight ache in its teeth.

In the Square World, after collecting through another day, she finally had enough wheat seeds.

With the bread made from her own wheat, she had enough food for about three to four days and was ready to settle down somewhere.

Wheat had to be planted near water, so a river was essential.

The area she was currently in had many mountains, and Mu Ying had her eye on the tallest one.

The mountain was exceptionally steep, its river-facing side looking as if it had been cleaved by a knife, exposing a lot of bare rock.

Mu Ying, with her sharp eyes, spotted plenty of coal blocks, suggesting an abundance of coal inside the mountain.

She decided to dig a hole at the southern base of the mountain, where a relatively flat grassy area bordered the river; with a bit of work, it could be turned into a wheat field.

Across the river was a vast expanse of oak forest, making it convenient to chop trees.

She dug an entrance wide enough for one person, planning to expand it further inside.

Planning to stay here longer, she even used wooden planks to install a door.

The inside of the cave was a 8×8×4 stone chamber, perfectly squared.

On every wall inside and the entrance, she placed two torches.

On the wall with the door, she also built two layers of stone steps; she carved a few holes in the row of stone blocks at the top of the wall, so she could observe the outside while preventing anything from outside from entering.

Once she had time, she would dig some sand from the riverbed and install glass in the hollowed places for added security.

The cave only housed a bed, a box, and a smelter, with miscellaneous items she didn’t immediately need stored in the box.

It took Mu Ying only a few minutes to dig this makeshift dwelling, but farming turned out to be a bit more troublesome.

The method for planting wheat stated that water must surround the soil blocks to keep the soil moist.

Mu Ying had to first dig up two layers of soil blocks, connect them to the nearby river, and then cover them with another layer of soil blocks to keep the soil moist indefinitely.

Fortunately, in this world, soil and stone blocks did not collapse, eliminating the need for considering load-bearing issues; otherwise, it would have been even more troublesome.

Compared to digging up soil, tilling the land and sowing seeds was much easier, almost like playing a game.

A hoe drop on the soil block turned it into loose cultivable land.

Walking around with the hoe, a 10×20 plot of dark soil appeared.

Then, holding the wheat seeds, she tossed one onto each soil block, quickly resulting in little sprouts popping up.

By spreading bone powder, made from bones she had found, over the soil, the wheat grew like it was on a catalyst, lengthening rapidly and maturing in three days instead of five.

“If farming in reality were this easy,” Mu Ying mused as she looked at the freshly finished wheat field.

Pity that the hoe’s transformation was not so magical outside this world; otherwise, she would have preferred to delay her trip back.