Original subtitles

That was a commemorable day for Fuku-chan and all.

Ministry of Finance Osaka District Monopoly Bureau

Congratulations.

Thank you.

Manpei-san~!

We got the license!

- We got it! - All right!

Fukuko!

The Government finally granted them a license to manufacture salt.

Hey, guys! Look at this! Look!

From now on, let's make sure we carry out our respective duties.

My duties will include office work plus taking care of Kanbe-san and other employees.

Mom's duties will include bookkeeping plus taking care of Kanbe-san and other employees.

I'll just take bookkeeping.

No, you can't.

Taka-chan, you'll continue to help us on weekends, okay?

Yes.

Salt made by Manpei-san and his crew was getting ready to be shipped.

Look over here.

Oh, just a minute.

Here we go.

The manufacturer is...

Tachibana Salt Company!

Manpuku

♫Marumatteru senakani ni morai naki ♫I get infectious weeping looking at your stooped shoulders

♫Haji datte issho ni ♫We'll share the humiliation too

Week 7

I Will Do Something About It!

♫Hikoukigumo bonyari nagamu ♫Gazing absentmindedly at contrails

♫Kokoro kokoni arazu ♫Here in body, but not in spirit

♫Nenkan totaru moshi shitara ♫If I was to calculate an annual total

♫Tsukiau watashi sugoi? ♫Aren't I amazing for keeping you company?

♫Toboketeru mayuge ni morai warai ♫ I get infectious laughter looking at your comical eyebrows

♫Tere datta nandatte ♫Be it embarrassment or whatever

♫Ganko de mendou de hara mo tatsu kedo ♫Although you're obstinate and troublesome and you make me mad

♫Anata no jounetsu wa ♫Your passion is

♫Atashi no hokori de jiman de kakugo nano ♫My honor, my pride, and my resolve

♫Morai naki morai warai morai ikari ♫Infectious weeping, infectious laughter, infectious anger

♫Moraippaji don to koi! ♫Infectious embarrassment. Bring them on!

♫Seiten mo donten mo hekireki mo ♫Sunny days, cloudy days, thunderous days too

Sea salt crystals are starting to form.

- Hey, turn down the fire. - Okay.

Is this brown?

- Not enough to be a problem. - Keep packing.

Tachibana Salt Company, huh?

- Sera-san. - Tachibana-kun. Fuku-chan, you're looking good too.

- What brings you here today? - I heard Tachibana-kun started a company

so I came to congratulate you.

- All the way here? - Thank you.

Oh no! I forgot to bring the congratulatory gift. Next time, okay? Let me look inside.

Oh, Sera-san.

Are you an employee too, Mother?

Congratulations on starting the business.

He came to congratulate us.

Oh, well, well. Thank you very much.

Your daughter's husband is quite the man.

His idea to make salt was great and it's impressive how he made that into a company.

You got a great son-in-law, Mother.

I didn't think I'd be a salt merchant's bookkeeper and kitchen maid at this age...

Day in and day out, cooking for 15 men.

- Mom. - 15 men?! You have that many employees?

What!

Those are all iron plates?

First time I heard of salt being made on iron plates.

But we if don't diligently scrub off the rust,

the salt ends up brown, so it's a lot of work.

How much salt do you have already?

22 straw bags, so approximately 880 kilograms.

- That's more than enough to be shipped. - Yes.

Okay. I'll transport them for you to the Monopoly Bureau in my car after this.

- Will you really? - Sure.

Thank you so much. I'll go with you.

You'd just be dealing with a government official. They won't care who does the paperwork.

You just keep on making salt.

They're loaded.

I'll be on my way.

I entrust them to you.

This is Tachibana Salt Company's first shipment! Banzai!

- Banzai! - Banzai!

How much will that much bring in?

Manpei-san thinks they'll sell for about 3,000 yen.

3,000 yen?! Banzai!

Banzai!

880 kilograms of salt from boiled sea water.

We're going to inspect it right now.

Here's 3,000 yen.

3,000 yen!

I didn't know salt was this profitable...

Everyone~!

In celebration of our first shipment.

We even get dessert today, huh?

- Dessert? - What's that?

With French cuisine, you get sweets at the end.

That's called dessert. Although I've never had it.

Since we'll be getting 3,000 yen, today is special.

Thank you.

- I wanted to get it from Taka-chan. - Taka-chan?

Don't you think Taka-chan's cute?

Have a daifuku mochi.

- She's cute? - I think she's cute too.

I'm not saying she's not cute, but...

When we get paid, maybe I'll ask her to go eat ramen at Seikouken,

- Don't beat us to it. - That's right.

- Is she that cute to fight over? - She must look cute to the younger guys.

But if you try to get close to Taka-chan, Great Madam will kill you.

I won't let you get away if you try to get close to her.

Eat it gratefully.

I remember now~.

Taka-chan has a fierce watchdog.

- I don't get it. - Me neither.

Sera-san.

Sera-san's back.

- 1,500 yen... - What?

How come? That's only half.

Salt has a price ceiling and the price is determined at the Monopoly Bureau's discretion.

So did those people say our salt is junk?

Brown-colored salt was actually mixed in there.

Brown-colored salt?

That probably lowered the grade.

Move.

Manpei-san!

I guess reality is tough.

Did we really only get 1,500 yen, Sera-san?

Wait a minute. Are you saying I took some out of there like a thief?

I won't go that far, but...

It's the first salt my buddy made.

I'm the one who's most enraged. Goddammit!

3,000 yen turned into 1,500 yen...

Great Madam!

Manpei-san.

Under this light... I can't tell the color!

Manpei-san, you're making good salt. There must be some kind of mistake.

I'm sorry.

There was brown salt.

- What? - There was?

But we figured it was good enough...

We just let it go like that.

- I'm sorry, President. - I'm sorry!

- I'm sorry! - I'm sorry...

- How many times did I tell you! - I'm sorry!

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry!

- I'm sorry. - I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry!

Sorry, but I need money now too.

Here you go, Akatsu-san.

Thank you.

- Kuranaga-san. - Thank you.

Oka-san.

It's not much this month, but we'll work harder from next month so that

we can pay you more.

Please bear with that for this month.

Would it be all right if we went to Namba this weekend? We need to go vent our stress.

Yeah, sure.

Thank you.

I'm the one who needs to vent my stress.

There's no pay for me.

I'm sorry.

Manpei-san, I beg you, please make better salt.

Make the best possible salt and hire me a helper.

I'm sorry, Manpei-san.

Manpei-san?

I'm going to make the best salt without fail and show them.

But trouble occurred on the weekend night.

- Mister, give me another one! - Right away.

- You're drinking too much, Oka-san. - Don't waste your money.

That's right. You know we only got paid piddly.

- We're splitting the cost here. - Splitting the cost?!

- Don't be ridiculous. - Buy I don't drink.

Say what you want. I'm not...

You're not what?

- Are you planning to quit the company? - What!

It's not worth all the work they make me do.

But...

- Hey, sit here and pour me a drink. - Sir!

Just sit here.

Why don't you cut that out!

- What? - Can't you see you're hurting her? Let her go.

Who do you think you are!

I'm in a bad mood right now. Don't do anything to offend me.

You're the one that's offensive.