Seiun wo Kakeru

Not less than Age, I guess Pietro is clever.

I didn't make a single unpleasant face from the next day and wondered if I had encouraged soap making, and on the second day I created something far less smelly than ever before.

When Agee asked what was going on, it was surprising and a simple way to return it.

When cooking and purifying water and oil, a little salt or ash makes it easier to separate them.

It's a way that Age can't even think about.

I can't imagine thinking of Pietro, who didn't even know the soap originally.

Asked in detail, I didn't knit the method myself, it was what Jane taught me.

Since Jane is the hunter's wife and has also dismantled prey and processed skins, it's not strange to know nature and such techniques.

The removal of impurities more than ever reduced the amount of fat that could be picked, but it was an extra achievement to make up for.

In the soap at completion, Age squeezes and smells the skin of an overripe, rotten citrus fruit.

Fill the pot with a tight lid with a precious smelling soap that only has about one minute of small pot.

I was going to make it a gift for Tania.

Tania is in a worse mood every day because she is burning fat right outside the house.

The smell should have definitely disappeared, but when I was still asleep, I had the floor apart.

I feel like the dog you left me with.

"That's bad for the smell. Didn't your parents say anything?

"At first I was surprised. What's that smell?"

"I guess so."

"But when my parents told me they were building something new and I was helping, they backed me up the other way. I'm pretty sure what my parents make is handy."

"You've got a lot of faith in me."

Normally, people from outside the village were hard to trust, an awareness in Age.

Because of their different lifestyles, adults can't get used to fine spells, etc., at all times.

As much as I hear rumors that once an urban-grown person moved to the countryside, he became a village eightfold without ever taming it.

I was ready to see you like that...

"Because you were happy to see that the seeding of wheat increased the number of sprouts so much. He treated me like a god."

"Not so..."

After all, a real sense of more harvest and richer life is probably the most accepted reason.

Besides, I'm not going to let the blacksmith in the main business go away.

Age thought this soap making needs to be left alone this time of year, killing livestock and accumulating oil.

"You're making Pietro act like a loser. Bring home the dried fish you have at home."

"No, because this is also my job"

"Don't let the child shy away"

When I stroke my head off, I get paid like a tickle.

Still, the favor was conveyed, Pietro bowed his head and thanked him.

"Well then...... thank you!

"If I make as much as I can, I'll have the blacksmith back again soon to acquire more and more new technology, please until then"

"Yes, thank you"

Pietro starts cleaning up.

Successfully lift the heavy water jar (Mizumezu) drawn from the river using the full body recoil and place it in the pan.

It was quite a force, even though it was still growing.

Leave it to the cleanup, Age returns to the blacksmith.

Grinding back, holding a reborn sickle or shovel in your hand, you head to the field.

The fields were only a little pioneered.

The number of acres is increasing.

We can't hope for a big change because we haven't had time since we started yet.

It's a little pile at a time.

The soil where the pioneering ends is exceptionally soft and of fine quality compared to the wasteland.

I suppose I carefully sieved it, crushed the dirt mass (crushed), and removed the stone.

It's a plain and gutsy lot of work, but I don't see any clues.

Even if I don't have anything to oversee, like Age or Mike, I can tell that I'm just someone with a personality who can honestly get the work going.

Bernardo noticed what Age looked like and smiled when he took the straw hat.

Contrast sunburned face, very white teeth.

The look was straight, and Age felt like she could unexpectedly see something dazzling.

"You must be hissing, Mr. Age."

"That's true."

"Something new is fine, but you can talk to us."

"Of course it is. Something troubling you?

"No, I'm about to sow it early, and you said you'd do it differently before, didn't you?

"Oh, don't sprinkle it from the top," he said.

"Yeah, yeah, that! The guy with the wheat was surprised! I'm really surprised at Age's knowledge."

That was the other day.

When asked how Giorgio and Bernardo seeded, Agie doubted her ears.

When it comes to sowing, they sow from the air.

The germination rate was very low because it did not cover the soil and then did not do anything like water.

It's a way to go from parenting, so he said he didn't remember to question it.

I think assumptions and imprints are a good example of not bringing about improvements.

"Let's drill holes and plant seeds there. So, softly cover the soil. I'll give you plenty of water at the end."

"Drilling holes one by one is a hassle, and watering. I don't mind if it's about this size, but when it gets wider, it's hard to draw."

"I make tools for seeding. I haven't made it yet. And then, like elsewhere, you have to pull the water."

"Not a little less to do."

"If you do it, you should get as much harvest as you can. Let's do our best for then, not now."

"... right. I'm not going to work complaining."

I accidentally laugh bitterly at Bernardo's disappointing voice.

If we're going to get caught up in this, even though we're working together, we shouldn't be able to do anything beautiful.

I wasn't worried about Age.

At night, a rare pine light was burning, illuminating the darkness.

If you look up at the sky, the stars in full heaven will remain the same.

A lot of water if you look down there.

Hot air is rising in the air.

That was a bath made of brick and tile.

As a joint use, it's quite wide.

"Uh, it feels good. It's been months..."

Unexpectedly speaking. Warmth and comfort from the core of your body.

Ever since Age was picked up by Tania, what I've always wanted to make was a bath.

There was no bath, even though there was a water and sewer concept and simple facilities.

It wasn't unclean because of its bathing habits, but it's still inferior to a bath, Age thinks.

I feel that the bath will wash away not only the dirt on my body, but also the fatigue and starch on my heart.

It took a variety of steps to make this bath.

First of all, I have been getting around my work in order to establish my status as a villager.

He was recognised for his strength in the blacksmith work of the main business and has also advised the village on the operation one by one.

So far, finally, for the first time, I could also execute what I wanted for the village.

Bathing habits are one of them.

Fernando was too busy to help.

It was made close to an open-air bath because there were no roofs yet and no walls.

It is planned to be built in the future, but it is not clear what time it will be.

With regard to use, it is difficult to draw water and catch fire when used in small numbers, so I intend to use it as a common bath in the future.

"Look, Tania, it feels good, doesn't it?

"Yeah... I think I'm losing some power from all over my body"

"When your body warms up, let's wash your body with soap later."

Grab it to your shoulder in the water and see what your wife looks like.

Nudity, usually not clearly visible in the dark, was floating in the light of the pines.

Recent luxurious meals have made it a little meaty.

Also, looks more feminine.

Age's gaze descends from her long hair wet in water, her thin neck, to her supple clavicle.

Tania hid her body with her arms before her eyes turned to her big chest.

My face is turning red in embarrassment.

"Ah..."

"Don't look too giddy"

"Because it's beautiful."

"I'm not going to ride like that."

"I mean it."

"Don't you just want to say that and see it?

"I don't just want to see it."

I want to touch it a little bit because I'm a couple.

If this hadn't been married, I wouldn't have tried to see it.

... but this beautiful woman is her own wife.

I can do whatever I want.

I can't wait to be happy when I think so.

I want to know more, and I want you to know more.

Age moves through the bath and turns behind Tania.

Engage arms on soft limbs.

"This must be the first time you've used soap, so I'll show you how to use it"

"I don't need it. It's the one I've been making lately, isn't it? Isn't that smelly?"

"It's okay. That's what I think, because I've made good things."

Show me the little jar with the soap in it and open the lid.

Just an unexpected smell shone Tania's expression.

I climb out of my face, peek into the pot, and crack my little nose and smell it.

The face creaked out.

"... Smells good"

"Right? I squeezed the fruit Tapche and everyone else is calling it."

"You said I smelled, did you care?

"Just a little."

"... thank you. Age is awesome. We don't just make things convenient, but if we have problems soon, we can improve them."

"Come on, get up. Let's give it a try."

"Oh, hey."

When Tania is seated in the chair half forcefully, when she takes the gel-shaped soap in her hand, she rubs it and foams it.

Foaming is inferior to the chemical soap Age once used, but in sufficient quantity.

I make my whole body crawl with my hands that were bubbles, saying they were to teach me how to use them.

"It's kind of null, weird..."

"Doesn't that feel good?

"Yes, but... it's a little ticklish. Ahhh!"

"Dirt falls off a lot, too."

"That's true. Wow, that's what I was making..."

Tania's impressive attitude is pleasant.

And I finished washing my back.

Tania raised her voice as she turned her hand from her elusive back to her sides and hips.

"Where do you touch it...... ah, I knew Age was a jerk!

"Look, let's clean up your whole body, huh?

"And my hands are nasty...... ah!

Agee enjoyed washing each other as she was scolded by her wife.

I was seriously obstinate later, but then again, the bath was around the corner where the two of us went in, and I guess it wasn't a serious rejection.

"Age, I see you had a traveler last night, will you see him?

"Are you a pedestrian?

A few times a year, pedestrians come to the village.

The lack of contact until now was due to the fact that Age had no opportunity to have a blacksmith exam or was busy coaching field work.

Being able to provide a certain degree of self-sufficiency in the village, I didn't suddenly think of what I wanted, but conversely, there was something I wanted to sell in from here. Soap.

It would also be a good idea to trade cloth for winter.

Agee later regretted thinking so lightly and not thinking so deeply about the influence of pedestrians.