Sporemageddon

The next couple of weeks went well. Silent, sure, but well. The weather was growing warmer, and with that the mood across the city seemed to be on the rise. It was a... not a good time, necessarily, but not the worst time in the life of a City Nineteen citizen.

The early harvests were in, and the price of many staple goods were down.

I was keeping an eye on such things, of course. My business was selling food, and when people had it in abundance, then my sales were down. That was fine, I didn’t mind at all. It meant that I could tell the girls to take some time off here and there or I could set them to work on other things.

The surplus in food was interesting, though. It was mostly a mixture of cruciferous vegetables (broccoli and the like, as well as peas and leafy greens). What was most interesting was the amount of these that were being canned.

As it turned out, canning factories were relatively simple to set up, and in the fall of the Ditz dungeon, several businessmen had stepped up and turned some of the old processing factories to other things.

Good for the common person, that. It was work and preservable food.

If I wanted to see the city flourish, I might even be happy about it. Seeing as how my goals went opposite to that, I wasn’t quite pleased.

Still, I had several irons in the forge at the moment, and little time to be worried about new factories and the like. For now, my main time-sink was arranging the new farm and increasing production on my new drugs.

It was working well, so far. Only the earliest of sales had happened, but it seemed like those that took the hook were already proving to be repeat customers.