Seiun wo Kakeru

Autumn deepens, the exhaling breath becomes white, and the leaves of the tree fall for some time.

And winter came.

It was the air that first felt the season shift.

Until then, the air, which felt slightly dry, turned into something humid, and the snow glistened from the sky.

"Winter."

"It's snowing. You've been off work for a while now."

Wipe the sweat off your forehead as Bernardo sceptles Shimada.

Even if it's cold enough to snow, your body is hot if you're moving. The task of digging up soil, especially during pioneering, is heavy labor.

The soil seemed to be harder because of the increased cold as well.

"You look cold."

"Right. It was cold in winter."

He covers his leather trousers and entire body with warm skin, including the fur coat he received from Tania, and then the gloves he collected in exchange. Still my face cools in the wind that blows on me.

You should have moved your body as well as seen it as a director.

"You've pioneered a lot"

"Huh. At first we all bumped into each other, but as soon as we knew it was going to bud, we started to move in silence."

At the end of his sight, the red and black soil widens.

It's a beautiful field, unlike the wilderness where weeds and trees grow.

It's been tough so far.

I think even Age at the help struggled, so Bernardo and Giorgio, who were actually pioneering, would have been harder.

The trees are knocked down, the roots dig back, dig up the stone blocks, and even remove the fine pebbles.

Fields that fail to make it to the plantings are suckling weeds and straw to increase their local power.

That's a paragraph for a while, too.

During the winter, the fields snowed, so it was customary to leave them alone.

"What else do you do during the winter besides field work?

"This village is the main industry for leather Hikaru, so make shoes, sew gloves... and make bags and everything else with leather anyway."

"That's awesome"

"And then you helped Fernando. Now that the farming hands are empty, it's the biggest thing to build. Aren't Age supposed to be called in to help, too?

"What about that?

There are quite a few plans to grind down during the winter months and to take steps to repair small items and what is needed for future development.

I guess I never get pulled off all of a sudden.

No, are you ever driven out by discussions about livestock design, etc.

Bernardo laughs at Age's vague response.

"Well, the leather could be tight for Age, so it's better to help Fernando. Yeah. It's like Mike's gonna help you if you make a mistake."

"What does that mean? The house is next door, so there's a good chance I'm going to have a voice."

"What, if you're careful to say no, it's no problem."

Would you say it clearly?

My heart stood up a little bit to the response that I didn't get the guidelines.

I don't hate to help, but if it's hard, I want to be ready for it.

But what the hell does leather mean when it's tight?

It was like I couldn't imagine.

"Leather, leather. Be careful."

"Even if you worry, if you don't get called, it's going to be for nothing. It's best if you don't think about what you're going to waste."

"Well, so is that."

Sometimes the thoughts of the villagers seem like a lot of waste at first glance, but there are very sensible things going on at the mundane moment, and each time Age gets deeply impressed.

I would never waste anything as small, for example. Even a grain of wheat, they really treat it important.

If we waste one grain of wheat a day, 365 seeds a year will be wasted. But that's not the end of agriculture.

If that seed is planted and grown, it will turn into more than seven hundred wheat the following year.

- So if this is a decade?

They understand deep down in their minds that in a lifetime they will lose a terrible number.

They see the mountains, they see the sky and they discern the weather.

Even without statistical knowledge of astronomy, he understands the calendar and grasps the summer solstice and winter solstice.

Though I can't grow a crop well if I don't, I just lose my head over that experience.

"Ola, go home and prepare for the festival."

"Is it a festival?

"It's almost winter solstice."

"Is it a festival at the Winter Solstice?

"When else are we gonna do this?"

"No, New Year's Eve, Christmas"

"Oh, my God."

Is that right?

Age is convinced as she looks at Bernardo's mundane face.

Thinking of it by technical standards, I don't think it's a very Christ-born time.

If so, when would it be most appropriate to use it as a reference point for the calendar, such as the inaugural day of the country or the understandable winter solstice?

It is not surprising that it will be a winter solstice because there is not enough administration to be considered a country.

"You're really different. Well, it's funny and flirty with all the strange things."

"What should I do at the festival?

"If you know anything interesting, you can show it to me, song, music, yes, dance. Yes, the food will be delightful."

I see. Then I can handle it myself.

The food was also the home of two men, so it was still Age's job to make it.

I didn't make much hands-on stuff like a man dish, but I can still do what's there.

The question is, is there little seasoning? What can you make with salt and herbs and limited vegetables?

I thanked Bernando and broke up, thinking about some cooking in my head.

Why is this happening?

I want to beat myself up for not taking Bernardo's advice seriously.

In tears, Age moves her hands.

It was Mike's house.

In a dim room with no lighting windows, massive animal skins line up.

Some of them are soaked in a watermelon, some are dried outside, and are pinned with strings in front of Age.

I am being helped to tann leather.

"Ooh, Age. Not a good grown man about to cry, move your hands."

"I know!

Who do you think is making me cry?

Age held a tool in her hand that had no bottom of the spoon, like just an edge, and pushed it against the skin to move her hand even.

Meat pieces and fat are firmly clinging to the back of the skin.

That's what we're going to drop.

At first I noticed the smell of blood and the null feeling of fat.

And my stomach was upset by the smell of the beast.

When I made the beast fat soap, I knew exactly why Tania didn't deal with me. This would certainly not make you feel like whispering love, when the smell is about your nose.

When I was then somewhat accustomed to the smell and exciting sights, the smoke burned inside the room this time.

I smoke pine leaves and straw smoke on the pinned skin.

So is Age and Tania's house, but the village house doesn't have a chimney.

I guess I don't even think about that. The only thing I had was a blacksmith.

There is no place for smoke to escape and instantly the air in the room turns white, throat and eyes can be hit.

Jane apologized as she turned the fire on the board.

"I'm sorry. My husband and I aren't enough men."

"I don't mind that, Mr. Jane, but what is this smoke?

"I tanned the leather."

"Hit the smoke?

"Some things work differently, but when you hit the smoke and remove the moisture, the leather becomes soft and sturdy. At the same time, soak them in grass juice and dye them."

"What other way is there?

"How to put it on oil and beat it or even step on it, how to soak the brain miso of an animal with fur in boiled water, and so on"

"It's not the way I know it."

Mike reacted sensitively to the potpourring words.

You even know how to tann your skin.

"No, you don't know the details. I didn't have any special contacts."

"Whatever. Tell me."

To the best of Age's knowledge, tannin tanning is mostly used for leather used in the pattern and sheath of a knife or knife.

It is characterized by a lot of cowhide and a glossy candy colour smudging inside the product.

Since Age became a craftsman, small items such as bags and wallets were not made to be synthetic skins, but were all made to use genuine skins. When you meet with other craftsmen, your valuation can change depending on your belongings.

The more important I use it, the more flavor it will come out, which is fine.

Sometimes I take care of it.

Only purses were brought to this world, so show them to Mike.

"Wow! Hey, Jane, check it out. Awesome."

"I'm kind of excited. Oh, this fine workmanship, I can't do it well. I don't know how much time and guts you have just to scrape so thin."

"Besides this softness...... That's divine. The leather material used is a cow. This is different."

Mike and Jane observe the wallet in such a fashion as intrigue.

If you're so interested, I should have told you sooner.

For Age, even if they were hunters, they never introduced them because they never became aware of them as leather makers.

I did something wrong.

"So, how do you get this smooth touch and this sinister luster out?

"All I know is that it's soaked in a liquid from a plant called tannin."

"I don't suppose you're hiding it"

"I won't."

"Well, if you're gonna hide it, you're gonna hide all the technology you've ever had."

"First of all, I'm not a specialist. I don't think I can beat the Mikes if I hide it and do it myself."

"That's right."

When it comes to tannins, I can only think of about tea, persimmons, and wine.

I didn't know what the hell to do, as if I didn't know how to do it in detail, but Mike, blinded by his wallet anyway, seemed like he was going to explore a way to tannish.

Then during the winter, what do I do sometimes! and I started to see Mike worried.

Couple dandruff broke out with Jane trying to make her give up, which caused her a lot of trouble.

It became a good experience that a semi-productive display of knowledge would make people struggle.

Is it heavenly punishment?

I've been suggesting Tania sleep separately for a while, even though she promised to have kids.

Unlike when it was soap, he said it was semi-enforced this time with help.

To the words of his incomprehensible wife, Agee was lonely and about to cry.

Then the help was decided to be replaced by someone who supported Fernando.