It's all one flower.

The building next to the makeshift house was quickly collected for the newspaper bill.

There are several people who can read the newspaper, and there is no particular problem with the matter.

Common facilities were roughly the same as the neighbors, but there were a lot less cooking utensils. Below the cooking table is a naughty combination of frying pans and balls one by one.

The cook was a young man who went to a cooking class.

"All the women in my building have been working in the factory, and since then, they have been picking up cooking and firewood in the unemployed mon."

"Is the division of roles going well?

When Kufshenka heard, the unemployed young man silenced with a complicated face.

Silence fills the cries of young children and the voices of fathers.

"I'm good... mmm... there's only one way I can do what I can say."

I finally got the word out, but the person didn't seem to be convinced either, so I tilted my neck frequently.

The owner of the newspaper store stepped forward.

"Tell me if you have something. Even if we can't solve it, we might be able to connect with someone we can manage."

"Hmm? Yeah. Well, you're living a better life than before, and it's not that much trouble."

Don't hesitate to tell me.

"Now I'm trying to do what I can."

"Well, I can't do that. He can't do that, so it's only natural."

The newspaper man leans his neck.

The young man in charge of cooking in this building of the makeshift house scratched his head.

"Ah... well, that's not what I'm talking about, but something like this..."

The words broke down again.

Kufsinka is not in a hurry, but the newspaper wants to finish the collection before the bank closes. Throws a stray gaze at the next building.

"It's my business in the kitchen, and I'll see you at the Eastern Church later..."

"Store manager, are you all right alone?

The newspaper dealer cares about the elderly Kufshinka.

"If that's impossible, please ask someone around here to continue your work."

After eating a lot of time, the newspaper operator moved the wagon while being afraid.

A young man alone with a Hoshido craftsman turns a blind eye from Kufushenka.

"I'm sorry I broke your back."

"Ah, no, no..."

"The sharing of roles in temporary housing is not so much a hassle, but is it caught up in something?

"Ah, well, some of it, hmm..."

"Don't hesitate to tell me.

"Newspapers are a temporary building, and people who can read can buy one and read alternately."

The young man began to scratch up the worthless vocabulary and start talking.

Instead of all articles, I mainly read top-of-the-line and immediate useful information, bureau announcements and gift distributions, food distribution announcements, etc.

If there was a job advertisement under an economic article, he would read it, but the job for the "newspaper reader" did not have anything within his reach.

"I had a good job the other day, but I couldn't get a forklift license."

"I see. A well-paid job requires only expertise and skill."

"Isn't that right? My grandmother across the hall lent me a book for my license in a day or two, but I can't read it at all."

"Yes... if there were a reading and writing class for adults, would you be able to study there?

The young man who had leaned up raised his face.

"Ah... but I'm in a cooking class now, so I'll learn a lot, won't I catch up with my balls?

"Of course (of course), I can't do it right away after I call the principal teachers."

"The bakery teachers finished the cooking class when the factory started, and afterwards they looked good with plenty of room."

The face of a young man lying on his back became slightly brighter.

Kufsinka doesn't know what he expects.

"Unlike broom making and sewing classes, it's not a practice to make supplies, so I don't buy them."

"If I get my license, I can work in a factory or something, so I can't study inside."

The young man made the Hoshido craftsman laugh.

"I see. This classroom really just learns scripts....."

"If you can teach me how to read that book, I'll be fine every day."

"Do you have the book now?

Hey, hey. I borrowed it from my aunt and she just took a look at it. "

"Yes, I'm going to use the materials for the newspapers. Because there are a lot of the same things."

Newspapers are good too. If you can read the job on your own, you don't have to have your balls down and read it. "

The residents of this building seem to be making efforts to support their work, such as borrowing textbooks from forklifts. However, it is difficult for those who do not have a job to remain out of reach of their kindness.

It's a situation where a rope hangs to save someone who fell into a hole, but it's not long enough at all.

"A learned person reads the newspaper and tells me about office announcements and employment information, which is helpless, but I'm worried about being in my baby all the time."

That's right.

"Do you understand? The guy who works and owns the money buys me newspapers, toilet paper and joint monkeys, but we're unemployed and we have to work and give them back."

When Kufsinka hit the gavel, the young man just rolled up here.

"Go over there to fetch water, clean the kitchen, toilet and garbage dump, go to the mountain to collect firewood, make mess, and then the day is over, and the cooking class is not going to the mountain. I only go for the day."

"So you don't have time to go looking for work, do you?

"When the farmers were busy, I used to go over there to help and get vegetables, but now the people at the estate are helping, so we're together."

The Nemus Liberation Army raid also engulfed the estate district into battle, leaving unemployed people, mainly private shops and their employers. The couple at the confectionery shop also teach cooking classes to earn the cost of rebuilding the shop.

"It's really hard. Everyone else in your business?

"No... the old man next door has a bad knee because of the fire, and he works in the church and gets a bag or something. I can carry firewood in my old man's bag, and that's how I saved my life."

"Ah, that's him. As a sewing technician, my hand sewing skills have improved considerably."

Unexpectedly, Kufsinka smiled as she discovered his residence, which she had chosen as her successor as a Hoshido craftsman.

"After that, the sick old man and the twins are still in trouble, so I can't do anything else. Old man, there are only two rooms for elementary school kids."

"Well...."

Kufsinka's stomach hurts more than expected. This building needs more administrative support, but the residents themselves don't even seem to have the idea.

"So you're the only one who can do joint chores on this temporary basis, right? That's tough."

The young man chewed his lips with tears.