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♫｢very very｣

Fuku-chan and her family tried their best to somehow cheer up

the crew who were feeling dejected over their piddly pay.

Chow chow chau!

Their effort paid off, and everyone brightened up.

- Let's work hard from tomorrow again. - We were going to without being told. Right?

- Yeah. - That's right.

But...

there are troublesome pests in this world.

Hello. Tachibana Salt Company.

- It's me. Sera with Sera Trading Company. - Sera-san.

I have a good deal for you.

Good deal?

You can give your employees plenty of money now.

Plenty?

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

♫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

I'll sell the salt Tachibana-kun made on the black market.

- Black market? - You'd be a fool to go through the Monopoly Bureau.

If you sell it on the black market, they won't care if the salt is brown.

You can make much more money than selling to the Monopoly Bureau.

I'm sorry, Sera-san, but I can't do that.

I want to make salt that gets recognized as the best by the Monopoly Bureau.

- Just sell it on the black market without... - I can't.

I can't do it.

I know.

What a hardheaded guy!

Listen up. From hereon out, there will be absolutely no cutting corners.

Wipe down the iron plates well each time after pouring sea water on them

so that the brown color from the iron doesn't get mixed in there.

Boil down the kansui longer, strain the nigari some more,

and make salt of high purity.

We understand what you're saying, but production volume will decrease.

Since it means expending time and effort.

Even so, it's more important to make high quality salt.

Even if it's slightly brown, it's not detrimental to the body, is it?

Mom, at first, you said you didn't even want to taste salt that was brown...

- I never said anything like that. - You did say that.

Would you want Katsuko-san's children to eat brown salt?

I'd want to feed white salt to my grandchildren.

- But if it's for strangers... - You're terrible!

Anyway, we have to keep on building our trust.

From that day on, the work became even more tougher.

Not yet.

I understand your desire to make good salt, but

if you prolong the boiling down time to evaporate moisture,

you'll need more firewood, and in order to extract nigari,

it will take more time too, right?

Mom, I'm impressed with your knowledge of the salt making process.

If you can only make a handful of salt after expending all that time and energy,

you can't keep the business going.

- You're quite the expert now. - I'm serious, don't make fun of me.

We just need to make good salt and everything will work out.

Are you going to believe what Manpei-san said?

That goes without saying. He's my husband after all.

I don't believe him. Ow, ow, ow...

He has the same aura as your father.

The aura of a speculator.

We're definitely mother and daughter. We end up marrying the same type of men.

Seriously, Fukuko! We don't have any more money, you know!

How many times have I said this already?

That's right. We'll have to skip lunch.

Here's your lunch.

Is this it?

Are you complaining?

- But... - It's only barley rice.

There's pickled radish too.

- Pickled radish too? - It's only pickled radish.

At least one side dish would be nice.

I can't take this anymore.

Not only is the pay low, but this is all we get to eat.

Don't ask for too much!

You guys can get three meals a day, but

I only get 2 meals. 2 meals.

Stop complaining and just eat!

Ouch!

Let's eat.

I guess we can't complain.

But even if we do get 3 meals a day, this is pretty harsh.

There were fishing rods in the warehouse, right?

Let's go fishing after work.

- Yeah, that's a good idea. - That ain't gonna work.

- Let's all go fishing together. - You can't get no fish around here.

- There were plenty of fishing rods, though, right? - I'm telling you, I tried fishing here.

But all I got was one little fish.

- That's because you don't have the skill. - No, it's not just me.

Manpei-san.

Why do you have that look on your face?

You're making good salt, aren't you?

Yeah...

But we don't have enough yet to make a shipment.

Although it's something I had anticipated.

I'll find a way to get the money somehow.

Manpei-san, you do it your way.

Until you're satisfied.

Fukuko...

I'd better go bring in the laundry.

What am I doing this for?

I'm here because I was told there was a good job with room and board,

but I end up pouring salt water on iron plates day in and day out for practically nothing.

On top of all that, I'm having to fish for my own food.

- That's for sure. - Who was it that asked us to come?

You shouldn't have come then.

You can leave now if you want.

Even if we go back, what then?

There won't be any work anyway.

Don't complain then.

The president and madams are feeding us without eating themselves.

We know that.

I snuck into their house with the intention to steal from them.

Steal?

When I came back from war, my family had died from the air raids

and I was in despair.

But the president forgave me.

I'm indebted to the president.

No matter how bad things get with the company, I'm never gonna quit.

It's the same with me.

When I came back from war, my house was gone.

Nor do know I where my family went.

- Me too. - Me too.

It was terrible. I went and fought for our country, but when I came back,

kids threw rocks at me. They said we lost the war because of you guys.

That we should never had fought this war.

How can they say things like that.

If I had been left to wander around Osaka,

I may have been driven by despair to commit a crime and may have been arrested by now.

I'm grateful...to Kanbe.

Me too.

I'm grateful too.

To the president and Kanbe-san too.

Thanks. Hearing you say that, I...

Here it comes!

Oh my!

We caught it. It's a tai , Great Madam.

Medetai ! Let's have it for dinner.

- You eat with us too, Great Madam. - But... I can't.

- You can't? - I can't clean a fish this big.

What~!

I am the daughter of a samurai, you know.

- But still... - I wanna eat the tai.

Then I'll do it.

Why are you so good at it?

- It's sashimi! - Looks delicious!

Akatsu-san dressed this fish.

- Akatsu-kun dressed it? - Yes.

He was training to be a chef since he was 15.

- Chef?! - He kept quiet until now about an important thing like that.

It wasn't that I kept quiet... I had work to do too.

Forget about that job now and help me out.

Okay. What! Tomorrow too?

If we consider the strain on Mother, that might be better.

From now on, why don't you help us on the days Taka-chan isn't here?

- I'm not even halfway there as a chef. - But you trained for 10 years, didn't you?

- But that was at a sushi shop. - Sushi shop?

So cutting sashimi and making sushi is about all I can do.

But even a sushi shop would serve some soup and appetizers, don't they?

- Well, yes... - Then things will work out somehow.

From this day forward, you will be working for Mother!

I look forward to working with you, Akatsu.

- You don't want to? - Well...

You don't want to be my manservant?

I'm thrilled.

- You're so lucky. - I'm jealous.

I can take it easy now!

- It's been a long time since I last saw Mom laugh. - Me too.

There are hard times, but there are happy times too.

All right then, everyone.

Let's eat!

Please, I beg you.

This will be the last time I'll be borrowing money from you.

Dear.

All right. I'll lend it to you.

Thank you so much!

But Fukuko-san, if things continue as is, this surely won't be the last time.

Manpei-san is a craftsman, isn't he?

He wants to make quality product at all cost. But a president can't just do that.

If you don't do something about it, Fuku-chan, the business will fail.

Do something?

Manpei-san will make the salt, your mother, the bookkeeping.

But you'll have to do everything else, Fuku-chan.

Everything else?