Seiun wo Kakeru

Respectful people are surprisingly familiar.

For Tania, she is the grandmother who heads the village, Jane who brings the women together, and her husband who produces a variety of things.

The husband had recently been producing something all over again.

Phew, and Tania sighs.

Uribo was rubbing his nose at his feet.

It's the one I keep in my home livestock room.

There was one other female boar, still milking the little urchin.

Tania's workplace is visible from the livestock room.

There is a large quantity of bound wheat, a thousand teeth, and a sieve.

In the dim room, Age was mocking a large wooden machine.

Today is the third day.

Tania is not worried about what she can do.

The thousands of teeth used to be handled have greatly improved my work.

But you can't allow yourself to neglect your main position for yourself.

"Mr. Age."

"Yes. What is it?

"I've been home all these days, but are you okay with your work?

"You're waiting for Mr. Filippo to make firewood for you. Plus, the water wheel's finished, so we can make it much faster than before. Every time I grinded, I got a working girl in."

When I asked if I didn't have to do a blacksmith, they laughed that I was fine.

Because of the huge amount of firewood consumed, I needed to take a break once.

When I first saw what Age said about the water wheel, Tania was amazed at the magnitude of the sound the water wheel made.

Make loud noises with gowns as the giant gear moves.

The water wheel seems to have numerous tricks, Age says.

Many strings pass into the air at the blacksmith, and when you pull that string, the water wheel moves or stops.

(10) Hammers and three polishers are ready to run on two water wheels, and you can choose whether to move them with strings or stop them as well.

Tania didn't understand how it worked just by looking at it.

Practiced and explained in detail, you still won't know.

I think my own husband is a genius.

"So, Mr. Age, what are you making?

"It's Tang Jun and Umi."

"Tomi?

"If you remove the grain with a thousand teeth, the stone and straw scraps" Straw Crumbs "will really follow you. How do you do that?

"I will only take the wheat by sifting"

"Pretty tough, huh?

"It's hassle. Because you need to repeat it over and over again."

I wave my arms over and over again with something with different fineness in my sieve's eyes, removing the garbage.

It needs to be sieved twice, three times so that there is no harvest leakage at the same time.

Nevertheless, since Tania has a husband, she is exempt from these jobs if she helps with farming.

Tania continues this harsh work because she has only one thousand teeth to handle and because she worked well for the villagers who do not know how to mitigate that effort and have increased the distribution of wheat.

Tania had slipped her mouth about handling a thousand teeth before, but no other human would ever think that working efficiency would jump seven or eight times.

Admit it pleasantly, Age and Tania can eat just a little extravagant meal.

"What does that big machine have to do with screening?

"As I spin this grip in circles, I drop the wheat, it's a machine that blows up the garbage with the force of the wind and divides the fruits of different weights. I use iron properly for the rotating part. Using iron suppresses the loss of power, and lightens it because it thins -"

I'm not sure Tania understands what Age is saying or what the obsession with using iron means.

But I know you're trying to make your job easier.

Tania prefers Age, who has a troubled look and keeps explaining even though she doesn't understand it, in an attempt to explain it at all plainly.

Finish taking care of the pig and stand next to Age.

Age puts wheat in the top of the tongue when it's easier to understand to demonstrate.

Operate the plate with your left hand, adjust the amount of wheat flowing, and turn the grip on your right hand.

The tip of the grip has a thin iron plate shaped like ours, which sends in the wind by turning it.

Parallax and falling wheat grains are moved only slightly into a hemp bag close to the machine.

Light fruit is actually only slightly flown and sucked into a far hemp bag by the machine.

And garbage such as shellfish and straw straw are flown by the wind.

Oh, I knew it was awesome......

I finally understand.

And I could have predicted how much easier it would be to work.

Tania held her mouth open naturally.

How much help can we give this machine from now on?

How much time will I be able to use for other things?

"Um, I knew the amount of wheat you flush and the adjusted width of the wind you send is cynical. Mr. Tania, it can be tough until you get used to it for a while. But I'm sure it'll be easier if you get used to it, so can you use this?

After all, with a troubled look, Tania remembers happiness to her gentle and polite husband, who bows his head here.

- How long will it last?

How much can you live and how much can you be on this man's side?

I want it to be a little longer if it's going to happen, and I want you to feel happier than you get.

I want you to feel happier, more fun, and more about liking people.

Tania laughed.

Making a wholehearted smile.

Don't hide it when you're happy and rejoice as much as you can.

If you have no technology like Age and no knowledge or wisdom, let's at least try to make you feel better.

Let's cook at least a little delicious and try to make our husband feel at ease when he returns tired.

And I will inherit this happiness, I want children......

Tania thought so and decided.

I never smile, I'm not making it.

It's just that if you follow your heart, you'll overflow on your own.

Tania thanked God for being able to patronize her gentle, respectable husband.

The low sounds of gowns, gowns, are sounding continuously.

It was the sound of a water wheel spinning gears.

Normally a warm blacksmith with a furnace flame is also cool now that its fire is out.

The water wheel, which is usually used for hammers and hammers, turns because of the polisher.

A large circular grinding wheel is circling in circles.

It was a 12- or 3-year-old boy who cautiously touched the tip of the wax with a grinding wheel and sharpened the blade.

Though still growing, it's a thin physique with lines.

His name was Pietro.

Pietro gets heartless and continues his grinding work.

The grinding wheel moves, so you just have to angle it and keep hitting it so you don't brace it.

The grinding wheel I am currently working on is a medium grinding wheel, and the shape of the tip of the shaft is fixed.

Remove the bamboo from the grinding wheel and look at the blade.

The blade tip is thinner and sharper, sparkling.

When you are sure that the thickness has become uniform, place the bamboo on the side.

Pietro looked for someone to look after him for the past month.

It's Age, the lord of this blacksmith.

"Parent, done."

"Thank you. You're starting to understand the angle?

"Yes, I'm fine"

"Then I'll leave it to you from the grinding wheel next time"

"Yes! Can I do it from the sharpening of the blade tip?

"Can't?

"... no"

"You don't have to think too hard."

For Pietro, Age was a dependable adult.

Always in a good mood, trusts Pietro and teaches him various moves one after the other.

I often run around picking iron ore and going for firewood, but this is natural because it works downstairs.

How grinding wheels are used, polished and sharpened is an important technique.

I didn't expect you to tell me right away.

It not only teaches but also gives me one job after another.

What I could feel behind the words was trust.

I think I'll do my best under this guy.

"I want Pietro to remember more and more, and I want this blacksmith to go around as fast as possible without me"

"Don't you feel fast..."

"I guess. If we teach technology at all costs, we'll be quite a maker in five years."

"Until the parental arm?

"... ten years, no, fifteen years. Experience says things just for simple tasks."

Five years later, Pietro is only seventeen or eight years old.

If you don't have major injuries or illnesses, you'll be able to make a lot of stuff.

"And I want to get around to making something else.... This village doesn't have very convenient tools."

"Really?

Pietro didn't know how Age felt.

That may be because you don't know any more comfortable surroundings.

No matter how hard it is, if that's normal, it's because I have to accept it rather than complain.

says Age.

"The only way to get around is to walk or ride a horse, you'd think. But I have a tool called a bicycle. With that, it's slower than a horse, but it can move at a rate that makes people run."

"Do you have something like that?"

"Oh. Imagine... right, I would have seen the hand-held car too Pietro. There's a wheel like that on the front and rear, and I ride on the platform. So when you turn the grip on the pedal with the force of your foot, the wheel moves so that the gear bites and the grinding wheel moves with the force of the water wheel."

"Ha..."

I managed to imagine it.

But I don't see why that's early.

I don't suppose Age is willing to explain it any further, either, writing a diagram in charcoal on a wood version.

You're thinking about the next production, its face was very serious.

"What do you make next?

"Yeah. This is very important stuff for our family"

"Yes."

"First name is Brassiere."

"Bye..."

"Yeah. Pietro will ask for more and more grinding of what he can do. A knife in the sickle, a knife in the sickle, and a grinding knife. Because I don't mind if the work ends in a well-separated place. Just remember to stop the water wheel."

"Yes. What about Mr. Age?

"I'm going to finish this bra. Let's start with measurements."

Age leaves the blacksmith with a serious look on her face.

I'm sure he'll make something awesome again.

When Age makes something, all the villagers are always surprised and delighted.

Fernando was thrilled with "such" and Jane boasted about the goodness of the iron pot all over the village.

Mike is setting a trap to take his prey called Trabasami.

They're all iron tools.

Must be a handy tool, made of iron.

Towards the venerable inventor, Pietro silently bowed his head.