"That's settled, then. If there's anything you're unclear about, ask them first. If that doesn't work, come to me." Nozawa shook off the everyday matters and got ready to ponder the business of ships and sailors—he needed to head out to sea to look for saltpeter. If he couldn't find any, he'd have to start piling manure to make it. Otherwise, if he didn't have any results by the deadline, Oda Nobunaga would definitely have his head.
Right now, he couldn't afford to anger Oda Nobunaga. As long as it wasn't a matter of principle, he still had to go along with him. At the very least, he couldn't give him any excuse to take this land back.
He patted his backside and left. Endo Chiyoda waited until he'd walked away before sitting down again, then called over the three little maids, aged seven, eight, and nine. She warmly asked their names, broke the ice a bit, and then prioritized opening up the list of project leaders to ask them about these people—who they all were.