It's all one flower.

According to the map, there are eight large and small shopping districts in the western part of the capital, Claver.

Boy soldier Morph and the fisherman's grandfather set off for the biggest shopping street in front of the west gate, where they parked in the community hall. I don't know where it is, so I have to walk to the Wizard's grandfather.

I don't think I'll be able to return at noon, so I'll take some hard bread and a bottle of water.

The streets of the Western District seem to have lost their spikes.

Whether it's a coup d 'état battle between the government and the Liberation Army, or a bomb terrorism of the Star Markers, it's no different for those who have their homes and shops destroyed. There are only a few open spaces where we have clues as to where those who have been taken have gone.

There are many vacant land tags only for real estate sales, and very few of them convey the names of the surviving residents and their evacuation destinations.

There are brand new buildings all around the vacant lot.

How many homes and stores have been rebuilt by the original inhabitants?

There were no leaks in the open space in the western district, and there were a large number of objects in the eastern and southern districts.

It's a planter made from a baking board. Summer vegetables such as tomatoes, peppers, aubergines, and onions grow quickly.

That's a good idea.

The fisherman's grandfather is impressed.

Why?

If you have a planter, you can move it to another place and grow more when you have a buyer on the land, right?

"Ahh, because I don't have roots on the ground."

Morph remembered working in a field at a guerrilla base on Lanterna Island.

Just pulling out the weeds is tough.

"That's right. If you plant on the ground, you'll need to remove the vegetables and rearrange them, and even if you plant them elsewhere, they may wither away." But if it's a planter, it's right to left. "

But isn't this stolen?

"That's okay."

The stranger's grandmother suddenly got into a conversation.

I just entered the capital recently to look for my family, and I don't know anything about it.

As the fisherman's grandfather said, his grandmother, with a little green hair in her gray hair, stared at the sweaty morphs and shut up.

"This child is a neighborhood child. I lost my neighbor in the air raid, so I was evacuated by car with other neighbors."

"Well, poor thing... ah, it's hot in here, isn't it? Boy, do you want to go to the vineyard there?"

Morph nodded reflexively as he pointed to a small park across from the open space.

A local grandmother points to a green hand pump in the corner of the park.

"You should sweat it out."

The fisherman's grandfather pumped a little well water from the park and washed the morphs with magic. The membrane of sticky sweat is eliminated, and the shade of the tree is pleasant on the refreshing skin.

The three of them sat side by side on a wooden bench under the vine shelf.

When I licked a little salt and took a sip of orzo, my head became clearer than before.

Let's add magic to the hat.

"Yeah, thanks."

Morph took off his hat and gave it to the fisherman's grandfather.

Grandmother points to the clearing across from the park.

That planter, the Liberation Army keeps it.

"It wasn't in any other district, was it?"

"Because this is a social experimental area for vacant land use."

What the fuck?

“Yes, the plan is to continue to support people living in makeshift homes. It seems that there are a few things that are actually going to go better than expected, but the main purpose is to record how we can solve our troubles, including failures, and try to do a lot of things."

The local grandmother spat without being asked.

The Nemus Liberation Army bought the planter material from the construction site, which was baked on the surface and preserved. The Liberation Army recruited workers in temporary housing in the western district. I paid for the groceries and had the temporary evacuees build a planter.

The soil was procured by the Liberation Army from the forests in the north and the meadows in the west. While waiting for the planter to be made and the soil to be disinfected, he negotiated with the owners of the vacant lots and the real estate companies that manage them.

Landowners die and heirs of unknown land install planters with no questions asked. If the owner's body comes forward, confirm the authenticity with the [Ming (ah) Kashiwami mirror] and discuss land use again.

When building a multifamily such as an apartment, the Liberation Army will subsidize part of the construction cost if certain conditions are met, such as making it possible for land people without power to occupy it.

Plots of land with undetermined uses will be temporarily taken over and turned into planter fields, but promises to be removed as soon as possible after the decision is made.

Residents of temporary dwellings will be on duty to catch and kill water and pests.

As a reward, the harvest was added to the cooked ingredients, but it was also distributed to those who could not work for some reason, so dissatisfaction erupted from those who participated in the work.

I think we should all help each other out.

"Yeah, I guess so. However, since many people have lost everything and have lost their minds, people who just rely unilaterally on someone's work are angry that they can't help each other, and struggles are happening everywhere."

According to the fisherman's grandfather, the local grandmother complained stupidly of being here.

"That's how people who look down on people who can't work because of circumstances and say, [Furnace], [Fuck water], temporary housing protection magic and everything, we rely unilaterally on the wizard's piggyback, and they can't hire us anywhere, so the Liberation Army is just riding on the relief project that was forced to twist."

"Ahhh....."

The fisherman's grandfather and the boy soldier Morph had no choice but to strike each other with unexpected thoughts.

"The vegetable thieves are patrolling the Liberation Army vigilante group, the town hall meeting, and our women's club, so there's no vegetable thieves at the moment."

"This is... this is for your care"

“No, I'm old, I can only do this.”

When the fisherman's grandfather lowered his head lightly, the local grandmother laughed with a smile on her face.

I arrived at the shopping district in front of the West Gate, but the rubble was completely cleared, and I don't know where the explosion occurred. If you look carefully, the asphalt in the driveway is brand new, with lots of cooling around it, and even if there's a building, it's brand new.

I walked to the end, but only about a third of the shops were open. There are many open spaces lined with gray shutters and planter fields, and there is little traffic.

Pina said she was helped by a grocery store, but she didn't know which one it was.

After the evening meal, I will report the beginning and end of today respectively.

“Olive oil, all kinds of cans, and sugar can be purchased cheaply at Marjana's company, but it's hard to get everything together in a short period of time because the tapes and record needles are digitized and production is already dwindling.”

Are you going to do it?

Pina's sister and Amana tilted their necks at Razzolnik's explanation.

Morph doesn't know either.

"In foreign countries, other recording media have become the mainstream, so many companies have stopped making tapes and recordings."

Huh?

He said, "I can't sell my tires because there's no place where I can sell them without my ID."

DJ's brother was told to hang on.

Pina's brother reports to DJ's brother with a careful gaze.

Rourke-kun's spell shop has introduced me to a material store that doesn't accept large orders anymore.

Employee Cruzillo displays a list of today's quotes taken at the store on his tablet device. Jolluchi on the radio looked at the notebook as if he was rolling it up.

The charcoal of the beast and the fangs of the four-eyed wolf are cheaper in Mr. Putnik's shop.

Agent Kruilo nods.

I've seen the junk engines for a while, but I don't know how far they'll go, so it's a bet.

In that case, it's not difficult to give up industrial products and put them together with food and materials.

There was no disagreement with Captain Solniak.

Morph, having troubled his head, realized that if he didn't look into it, he wouldn't know if he could actually procure it.

Pina counted up her fingers.

"Olive oil, sugar, canned meat, soup, vegetables and fruits, charcoal from the beast, four-eyed wolf fangs... heh?" Is this the eight kinds? "

"Oniichan, what about the flour?"

When Pina's sister asked, the funeral maker's old man held his mouth shut before his brother answered.

"Do you mind if I take it? it's not a rotten monkey"

Um, well, then, on hold.

It seems that the buyer of Gwangfu-3 has not been found yet.

Amanah's father briefly reported that the air in the yard was a little tight.

"It seems that one of the students from Pharmacy University is going to help me in the refugee camp, so I will guide you tomorrow. I think I'll probably be working all day.”

"Ah, well then, I'll help you with that too." It's the entrance to the forest, isn't it? "

The wizard operative Kruilo responded lightly to the pharmacist (giggle) Nee-chan.

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