Seiun wo Kakeru

It was a dim room.

There are no windows.

To be precise, there was no glass and the armor door (Nicely) was open.

There are gaps all over the old walls, from which the light of the sun plunges in blurry.

"Kamadu" was soaked and the whole room was dirty.

I guess it's an old house.

I saw the damage everywhere.

Coal (soot) on the ashes is a sign of grabbing coal.

This house is not lit with gas, but with firewood and charcoal.

The high noise of corn, corn and trees beating in the house continues to sound without rest.

One man was using fleas and a wooden hammer and making something.

That was bamboo.

The beautifully cracked bamboo is sharpened using fleas. It creates a shape like an elongated skewer.

Every time a wooden hammer is used, very thin bamboo fibers are shredded.

The bamboo painting the true circle changes its appearance whenever fleas are plugged in, changing from material to parts.

Is the height of the man doing the work, such as in the middle of 170?

I have a tight body.

Are your arms and shoulders being used in or your muscles floating out loud?

Around the time I was about to enter the second half of 20.

Black short hair, gray black eyes.

The expression "tough" makes the perfect face.

He wears clothes made of cotton but has not been discolored.

It tells the story of rough after stitching and thick needles.

Either that's the low level of technology around, or the man's low income.

"Age, it's a lot of fine work, but what are you making?

"I thought I'd cut back on Tania's work."

"Do my job?

"It'll be tough. It."

At the end of the gaze of a man called Age is a woman.

Tania is over twenty.

Glossy dark hair is over my shoulder.

I had skin that was burning snugly but still had noticeable whiteness on the ground.

Clothes are shaped like loose pieces.

Tightened once at the waist, thin hips so as to break, the busty chest is well understood.

More prominent than anything, the big, crisp eyes are still blacker than the hair.

The slightly thicker lips seemed to represent the thickness and tenderness of the emotions.

From Age's point of view, Tania was beautiful.

Perhaps Nine out of Ten will have the same opinion.

Once I see it, it's an unforgettable beauty, but there's a tiredness on its face that I can't wipe off.

Her cheeks were slightly peeled, and the clothes she was wearing were also spotted with sharp haggis, creating a blurry impression.

Even though she's a beautiful woman, it's a waste.

Age thinks.

I'm sure wearing beautiful clothes and a good meal would make a nice face blossom.

In Tania's hand is the wheat hoe of wheat.

It has lots of golden fruit and hasn't been grained yet.

He has two smooth bamboo woods in his right hand.

It's a tool called handled chopsticks.

Pinch the wheat between these two pieces of wood and remove the grain by pulling it off.

The wheat is gathered in a bunch of ten pieces, and it is piled with mountains in the corner of the room.

Spend an entire day shedding around 100 wheat.

Continue the same work in an extended forward position.

It was a heavy labor that even a big man would be a pain in the ass.

"Because as far as I'm concerned, it's an important job"

"I think so too. It's a necessary job. That's why we're making tools to make the job easier."

"What, is Mr. Age a technician or an inventor?

"It's not that big a deal. Embarrassing."

Farming fields, hunting prey, or artisanal work belongs to men.

Women weave desks (solders), cook, do laundry, and take care of livestock.

A woman who has lost her husband for any reason is given a job of shedding grain.

I can't afford to finish farming and get rid of the grain.

Then you should let a lone woman who can't plow the field herself.

It sounds good when it comes to division of labour, but it can also be described as a push for burdens.

Such inequality was permissible because child making and labor make up a large proportion of the village's survival.

Whatever the reason for sympathy, the value of a woman who hasn't had a child falls dramatically.

Agie looked outside with chills.

From the open window, the day is tilting a lot.

There was still work left to plow the fields in the backyard.

"I need to increase the number of teeth a little bit, but I think I will still be able to do enough work in my current state. Use this."

"Is this...?

"I say" Senba ", which handles a thousand teeth. Between the protruding bamboo projections, put a few wheat hoes together through it. I'd really like to make it out of iron, but first, please be patient with the bamboo."

What Age offered was a thousand tooth treatments.

On a plate with legs, about ten bamboo protrusions are lined up like a bamboo.

"Let me explain how to use it. Watch."

"Please"

"Even so, it's very easy. Grab some wheat like this and hook it up to the bamboo protrusion"

"Yes."

"I'll pull this off"

When Age grabs about five handfuls of wheat and sprinkles it, it pulls away.

pieces, and the fruit falls as it makes a noise.

Tania's eyes open to amazement.

"This is it! Uh, eh?

"That doesn't mean you can take everything at once. Repeat twice or three times. A little more teeth will make you more efficient."

"Su, it's awesome! It would make my job really easier if I took it all at once."

"You must be tired, right? Now if you do your share of the day, take a little rest."

"Age...... thank you"

Tania's expression was touched and her head bowed deeply.

The words of gratitude are shaking.

Tremors spread throughout his body, shaking Tania's shoulders.

My cheeks, no sound, tears came through.

"Oh, that...... Tears on my own. No, it's embarrassing."

It's not like Age listened to it in detail, but as far as I can tell, she was married in fifteen years.

Even though the marriage was too late, there was a battle before the first night, and the husband who went out did not return as it was.

I have been single ever since.

Your body should have been tired and your mind dry.

I should have welcomed my next husband.

But in a sparsely populated village, not everything works out.

In addition, various other factors may have overlapped.

Age doesn't know what Tania thinks.

I don't know what a hard past there was, I don't know everything, and I don't want to force myself to ask.

I would have had a hard time indeed.

But I didn't expect you to cry.

Beautiful woman, tears can be paintings too......

Tania doesn't immediately understand how she cried and is shy to wipe her tears with the back of her hand.

A large chest valley glanced through the collar of his clothes.

Gently take your gaze off.

This man is defenseless. I wonder what you think of a man.

Pushing and killing the desire to push him down as he is, Age heads to the door.

"A little, I'm going back"

"Yes, a field?

"Yes."

When I open the door, the dry air blows.

dirt roads, sprawling wheat fields and beautiful sunset skies.

Smell of blue soil. There are no tall buildings as far as I can see.

It was far from the world Age had lived in.

The faint sight of Age's memory is the skyscrapers lined up and overflowing with people.

As soon as he leaves the house to escape the tears, he turns to his back.

There was a field behind it.

Crops like wheat and barley are taxed.

An official comes to the village once more.

But the vegetables made behind the house are tax-free.

It's called a masterpiece and a backdrop.

Every house had a small field to the extent that it could be raised by individuals.

Tania would have plowed this field herself, too, but it was at the hands of a powerless woman.

We don't have enough depth to dig back, and we have weak local power.

There were many problems, such as the stone not being removed, and it was not a good field.

Age wields a wooden violin.

Only first, bronze is covered.

The introduction of iron for agricultural tools took place unexpectedly and quickly.

In other words, in this era where bronze is still used, when it comes to iron, it refers to bronze.

Steel is a time when it rusted immediately and was called bad iron and was not heavily used because no forging method had been established.

I'm pretty sure it's a BC civilization, Age thinks.

Speaking of aiming eyes there, I think Age is digging back into the dirt.

Carefully exclude the larger stones and pull away the weeds.

Fine stones and only soil fields increase slightly.

Keep the weeds out together and stick them in a cage.

When the opening of the field came to a paragraph, I was going to collect fallen leaves and make rotten soil compost.

Bronze bamboo is not suitable for digging up hard soil.

Every time I wave down the wax, I get a tingle that will paralyze me in the palm of my hand, and my back will come off.

Sweat blows out of my whole body.

Age had the knowledge and skill of the iron metallurgy Yaki.

At least it's cheaper and better performance using iron than making farm tools out of bronze.

And make Tsuruhashi.

Only soft areas of soil can be used from the first exploration.

If it weren't for Tsuruhashi, it wouldn't be very, but I wouldn't be able to go on opening up a solid earth.

I'll definitely do it.

Age finishes the work with firm determination.

Harvesting the beans that had been planted, Age returns home.

Tania was not there.

The grain removal operation seemed to be over, so I guess I went to get some water for the cooking.

Put your mouth on the bamboo barrel and send the wind quietly as you lay firewood on the remaining seed fire.

Why not? Wonder and the work of this hand familiarized me with the hand.

It feels like it's been going on for years.

A small seed fire of charcoal burned bright red, slowly small, but a fire burned into the firewood.

The patchy and wooden surfaces can play and make noise.

"Oh, you were home. Welcome back."

"I'm home. To draw water?

"Yep. Than that, Mr. Age, that tool was really amazing!

"If it's done, it'll be over sooner."

That's a lot of excitement.

You must have remembered, Agee gave it back with a bitter smile to Tania, who sparkled her eyes.

Transfer the water from the "Mizuke" to the earthen pan and set it in the pan.

Beans, old black bread and old bacon in bundles, keep cooking.

Eventually make sure the beans have boiled well enough and drop the fire.

Firewood and charcoal are valuable resources. I can't keep using it.

Not a world where gas continues to be supplied with one switch.

Collecting dried twigs in the woods is also a routine task for villagers.

Dine before the sun falls completely.

I remember being hungry. It was the second late meal.

It was a very elegant meal.

If we don't increase the water silliness, our stomachs won't swell satisfactorily.

"I don't think it's enough."

"No, thank you very much."

But I can never say luxury.

Everyone is having a twitch.

Besides, it's a manless backyard life.

It should also have been painful to prepare Age's share of the meal this way.

"I'm sorry, I couldn't even serve a big meal."

"It's too much for you to feed me."

"But"

"Don't say any more. I really appreciate it."

Agie feels sorry for Tania, who looks embarrassed.

Why am I so powerless? I cannot speak of remorse.

I just hold my palm and renew my vows to squeeze my wisdom.

I want to be able to have a life where I can eat my stomach full fast.

This is how I want to not be shy.

I have a reason to just do that.

"You lost your memory and fell, because you helped me."