The Founder of the Great Financial Family

"The priests of the parish came to visit?" 

Rockefeller, who had got a job at Banco, thought about delivering the news to his siblings over dinner, but he got distracted. 

It was none other than Leo, who was the first of his brothers to report the day's events to Rockefeller. 

"Mmhmm," Since it was Leo, who was always passive, who brought up the event, Rockefeller couldn't help but question the priests' visit.

‘Why did the priests come? It doesn't happen often,'

"So, did something happen?" At his elder brother's worried question, Leo shook his head and after a moment, took out something he had received from the young priest and quietly set it on the table, 

"What's that?!" 

"It's silver!" 

There was no one who was not surprised to see the silver coin – Rockefeller and his brothers looked at the silver coin in shock. 

"Did the priests even give you a silver coin? What happened?"

The second child, who had come back after hearing many stories outside, raised his voice, 

"It's weird. I heard that the priests came to collect donations for the expansion of the chapel." However, it wasn't like their timid brother would dare to take the priests' donations, so their doubts were bound to increase, 

"Leo, can you tell me more about what happened during the day?" At Rockefeller's request, Leo recounted what had happened during the day in detail, and soon, everyone was in a sea of laughter. 

Hearing about the self-inflicted loss, Rockefeller thought with a grin, 

‘They came to take what they could – but emptied their own pockets instead,' 

"Not bad," Rockefeller said, and his brothers soon followed, 

"We should always pretend to have nothing! If we do that, the church will give us more, right?" 

"Right, we should just act like we have nothing. That's how you get silver coins, just for being miserable," 

Rockefeller began speaking to his younger siblings, who were excited by a small silver coin,

"Well, what you're saying isn't wrong. If we pretended like we had more than we do, or if we had lashed out in pride because we are commoners, then there would never have been small mercies like today. You did a good job, Leo. In our current situation, not even a single silver coin is waste," 

Since they had started their placer gold mining, they had always taken care to eat dinner, like today, 

"Come on, let's have dinner," As soon as Rockefeller had finished speaking, the brothers who had also finished telling him about the day's events began to chime in with their agreement and devour the modest dinner set before them. 

It was truly a simple meal with the main ingredients being vegetables and whole wheat flour – but it was the best dinner for the young boys who had come home hungry. 

Joshua, who was enthusiastically digging into the food at the table, exclaimed in a pleasant voice, 

"It seems like we get to eat every day now! So good!"

At those words, Andrew's expression darkened. He hadn't told Rockefeller yet, but he had heard some bad news during the day, 

"Andrew, what's wrong? Did something bad happen?" At Rockefeller's question, Andrew felt like he had been caught and began to open his mouth carefully, 

"Hyung, did you hear that story?" 

"Hm, what are you talking about?" 

"That… suddenly the orcs appeared. There's a riot in the next town, and they're making a fuss here too. The adults say to never go to those dangerous places… what if we can't mine placer gold because it's like that?" 

Rockefeller had been worried about what he would say, but to think it was a story he had already heard through the goldsmith. 

"There's something I forgot to tell you guys before, but Hyung got a job," 

"Really? Where?" 

"At Banco. The conversation went well with the goldsmith, so don't worry about starving in the future. Hyung will earn enough money to feed you all somehow," 

"Is that for real? Wow! Did you really get a job at Banco?" 

The sincere look on Rockefeller's face gave his brothers more confidence than ever before. 

"Yes, starting tomorrow, I'll be working for the goldsmith. Of course, even if the income I get is modest, at least we won't go hungry like before,"

Then Joshua, who was full of anticipating, began to spit out words filled with idealism, 

"Hey, now we're really going to be rich! If Rockefeller-hyung works at Banco, and Andrew and I do the mining, won't we get rich soon? Right?"