Let go of that monster girl!

The catgirls opened the oven and carefully pressed the dough into the small molds, creating a delicate cat paw-shaped cake that was surprisingly exquisite.

The snake-woman merchant rummaged through her crates for nuts, rolled them into dough, and baked a plate of crispy, honey-scented biscuits.

Standing next to the raw materials, the dog girl took advantage of the rat's inattention and stuffed a small handful of glutinous rice flour directly into her mouth.

Lime and Jimmy huddled together next to a small wooden tub outdoors, stirring ice cream in the cold weather.

The cow girls stood by, holding milk jugs, looking around helplessly. It seemed that no one remembered adding milk to the flower cakes, so the milk jugs were all poured into the ice cream bucket.

Some of the mouse girls even took off their little socks and stepped barefoot into the small basin containing dough.

Throughout the market square, the beast girls were busy making flower cakes according to their own understanding, the rat girls squeaked and chattered, the kitchen utensils clattered, and the sweet aroma filled the air.

"My Lord Baron, try the cat's meow."

"My lord, this is the authentic one."

"Your Excellency, please have this first."

Molen had no choice but to go over to each one and try a bite of each one. There were sweet, salty, crunchy, and soft flavors, and in the end, most of them ended up in Lyme's little belly.

No one cares anymore what the flower cake originally looked like.

The most delicious thing is flower cake.

Next to the dining hall, three nuns huddled together, each holding their own flower cake to share.

The siren nun was so white she seemed to glow, and the cake in her hand also emitted a strange blue-green fluorescence; just staring at it was enough to hurt your eyes.

Each of the octopus-girl nun's tentacles was wrapped with a different flower cake, as if she had gotten them from somewhere. She savored the different cakes wrapped on her tentacles, looking extremely delighted.

The state religion's nun, the Rat Girl, held up a well-made flower cake with neat patterns and beautiful colors; it might actually be a flower cake.

The pastries were surprisingly harmonious when placed together with those of the other two nuns.

Molen walked over and stopped in front of the three of them.

"I would like to ask, what is the procedure for donating a church that represents the state religion?"

The octopus-girl nun's eyes lit up. She took a deep breath and was about to shout that the church where the flying bread was served was free, and a nun was also included, but food and lodging were not included.

The siren nun quickly stuffed the cake in her hand into the octopus girl nun's mouth.

The Consolidated Sisters clasped their hands together over their chests, their expressions becoming serious, and introduced:

"Your Excellency, this requires the consent of the local bishop of the diocese. Of course, the bishop usually agrees if you are willing to make such a generous move."

"If you are interested, I can write your application immediately. As for the nuns, if you don't want to bother, the church will assign them accommodations near the church right away."

Halfway through her sentence, she looked up, a hint of doubt still in her eyes. Clearly remembering that the nobleman before her was not a believer, she asked:

"However, please allow me to ask, Your Excellency, why did you suddenly decide to build a church on the hill?"

Molen shook his head, spread his hands, and revealed an evil smile that only someone who does bad things would wear.

“Not in Aishan, I hope to donate several church schools.”

"The first one, it's very likely to be..."

"Sweet radish collar".

Chapter 154 Sociology of Flower Cakes

The sweet and fragrant harvest festival has only been over for a few days, and the taste of nectar still seems to linger on the lips.

The cat merchants quickly sensed a business opportunity.

They immediately took out their notebooks, wrote down all the recipes for the flower cakes, and then bribed a few carpenter mice with the sweet flower cakes, which made them knock out many new counters.

The entrance to the dessert shop was immediately expanded by a large area, and the cats squatted on the ground, placing various flower cakes into the new counter that was suitable for the mouse girl's height.

The round fox daifuku are lined up in a row, next to golden rat girl pancakes, and then cat cakes and snake girl crisps. The ingredients are similar, but the methods are completely different.

In the corner, there was a pile of square flower cakes, which came from the mouse-woman nun with round ears. The cats had never seen them before and called them Northern Flower Cakes.

With so many sweet and delicious things, it must be the best mousetrap.

"Meow meow meow, the mice will definitely use all their candy coupons to buy flower cakes, meow!"

"We're going to get rich, meow!"

On the first day of business, the cat merchant displayed the same quantity of each type of flower cake. As a result, Jimmy had to eat a full twenty unsold rat girl pancakes that night, while the two hundred northern flower cakes were all fed to Lime.

"How strange, it tastes so good, how come it can't be sold, meow?"

The cat merchant stood behind the stall, picked up a piece of Northern Flower Cake, looked at it with puzzlement, and finally could only open his mouth wide and stuff the square piece of flower cake into his mouth.

Gaba.

"Meow~"

"So hard, meow!"

The cat merchant covered his teeth, tears welling up in his eyes.

Beside the wall, another cat merchant picked up another piece of flower cake and used it as a hammer to nail a nail into the wall.

After carefully examining it with a knife and a small axe.

The cats quickly realized with disappointment that the northern-style flower cake has a low oil and sugar content and a high rice content. Once it gets cold and dehydrated, it will turn into a tough brick. Even if it is heated again, the soft and glutinous texture will be completely lost.

The Rat Girl Pancakes have a similar problem: they crumble into crumbs as soon as they're dried. The only reason they sell is because they're cheap and easy to make, making them readily available to the rats.

However, the cat merchant picked up a fox daifuku, squeezed it, and found it to be cool and soft, completely unaffected by the cold outside.

"How strange, meow."

"These are all sold out, meow, and they're so easy to make, let's sell these from now on, meow."

So the next day, the fox Daifuku took over the cat merchant's stall, with stacks of discounted mouse cakes piled up next to it, the prices on the signs being slashed again and again, almost giving them away for free.

The mouse girls stood in front of the stall, holding candy coupons, looking at the fox daifuku and then at the mouse cakes, their round ears twitching back and forth.

"Fox-shaped flower cakes are dominating the market! Mouse cakes are so much cheaper..."

"Don't you have those square flower cakes? We brought a saw with us."

While the mice were gossiping, the manager cat suddenly appeared, carrying a stack of papers, with a serious expression.

"Hoo hoo hoo, time to collect taxes, meow~"

It's an evil cat!

The cat merchants took the tax bill and looked at it line by line. Their cat ears gradually drooped, and their eyes became increasingly blurry.

Because there are not many precise means of measuring turnover, calculating taxes is very troublesome, and taxes in upscale markets are usually based on service charges.

There's a fee to enter the city, a fee to leave the city, a fee to use the lord's tools, a fee to not use the lord's tools, a fee to open a shop, and a fee to close a shop.

Miss Seventeen also hired several foxes to help the cats with questions check their accounts, a service that, of course, also had a fee.

Each line was incredibly fine; cats would get dizzy just looking at it, and mice couldn't understand a single word.

It is said that at first, some shrewd fox merchants could find loopholes to exploit, but Miss Seventeen was a hundred times better at it and quickly plugged them all.

The mouse girls were still hesitating in front of the dessert stall, looking back and forth between fox daifuku and mouse cakes, unable to make up their minds.

As the merchant cat counted his candy coupons to pay taxes, he looked up at the manager cat and asked curiously:

"Why isn't it Miss Seventeen here this time, meow?"

"The Seventeenth Miss has been sent to the north by the Baron, meow."

"And what about Miss Jimmy?"

"Boss Jimmy is very busy right now, he's with Lord Morren."

The cat manager looked around, lowered his voice, and looked mysterious.

"I'll tell you a secret, but don't tell the other cats, okay?"

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The market management office in Aishan Market Center has grown to a considerable size and looks much more professional now.

The fox girl in charge of taxation sat at the window, calculating until she was dizzy, while outside, various beast girl merchants lined up in long queues, their necks hunched over.

The snow was even heavier than a few days ago. Even though most of the beast girls were huddled under the eaves, they were still shivering from the cold wind.

The mouse girls pushed carts, distributing hot water to each person along the side of the line, their small figures weaving through the snow.

"Hot water, does anyone want hot water?"

The dog-girl merchant stood in the line, panting with her tongue lolling out, looking up at the falling snow with a silly expression. A snowflake drifted down, carried by the wind, and landed right on her nose.

【Temperature -1 -1】

Intelligence +1

The dog-girl merchant's eyes suddenly cleared, revealing her as a gold coin hunter who had weathered countless storms.

"Sister, do you want some hot water?"

The mouse girl pushed her cart over and handed her a cup of hot water. The dog girl merchant took it, licked it with her tongue, and slowly drank it down.

[Temperature +1 +1]

[Intelligence - 1-1]

As the mouse girls pushed the cart away, she reverted to her goofy expression, looking up at the sky and sticking out her tongue, just like a husky watching the snow from inside the house.

Molen sat on the second floor of the management office, looking down from the window.

The long line of beast girl merchants downstairs stretched from the window all the way to the eaves. Snow fell on them, but the dogs didn't seem cold at all, their tails wagging excitedly like propellers.

Jimmy was lying on the table, with a small pile of mouse-themed pancakes on the corner and a huge pile of northern flower cakes next to her, all unsold products, stacked higher than her head.

She had a pancake stuck in her mouth, chewing slowly, her eyes half-closed, and her tail drooping lazily over the side of the chair.

"In a couple of days, I'll have the Rat Girl build a big hall for them to line up in, and I can also arrange some heating or something."

Sigh, another day of longing for the cool, warm winters and cool summers of the low hills.

Molen reached out and picked up a piece of Northern Flower Cake, then took a bite.

Click.

Gaba.

It's so hard.

The sound made Jimmy open his eyes.

Mo Lun, with his sharp teeth and unwavering expression, forced down the flower cake, then took the blueprint, pointed out a few locations, and gave instructions:

"The cat shelter will be set up here in the new market."

Jimmy pulled the pancake out of his mouth, nodded obediently, looked at the diagram, but still scratched his cat ears and asked:

“Your Excellency, why not leave the cats in Dessert Hill? They can rebuild a cat village there, meow.”

Molen was speechless.

“Okay, let’s build a cat village for cats, a mouse village for mice, and if there are more foxes later, we can build a fox village, and so on for big dogs and snake girls.”

Racial segregation was the easiest system to implement, but it was also the least effective at solving problems.

While most noble ladies would do this, Molen is not a noble lady.

Jimmy thought for a moment, her cat ears twitched, and she voiced her concern:

"But cats are not as easy to manage as mice. If there are too many, there will be a lot of mischievous cats causing trouble. It's not easy for cats and mice to get along well in the market."

Indeed, Morren nodded and explained:

"So the next step is for us to hire some security guards for the Aishan Market."

Security, um, security guards.

Currently, the order in the Dwarf Mountain Market is basically maintained by the militia rats.

Anyone who breaks the rules will hear a squeaking sound, and then a short stick will poke their buttocks.

It's alright to use them like this for a while, but militia rats are considered professional rats, and it takes at least half a year to train one. It's really a waste of their talents to have them shouting "Don't litter!" in the Aishan Market.

Jimmy swallowed the pancake in his mouth and put his cat head into serious thought.