Seiun wo Kakeru

The village chief's house was large.

The building itself was also new compared to the house in which Age lived, and a splendid one with no calves, gaps, etc.

At a glance I could see the difference between the power of the village, between the rich and the poor.

"So, Age, what can you do?

Waiting for Age to head out to the village chief's house was such a question.

It's a squeaky voice.

It is wrapped in countless spots and wrinkles on light black skin that burns in the day. It was like a wood-carved sculpture.

The old woman's village chief named her Bona.

He's low and bent.

He looks horribly old, but says he's only fifty.

He looked close to seventy to Age.

If you do a tough, wild job every day with inadequate nutrition, it may well be that your appearance gets old.

Unlike the old look, clear eyes have a strong light of will and intelligence.

Those eyes caught Age unawares trying to identify him.

The small body looks uninterrupted and large would be a sign that the inside of a person named Bona is a celebrity.

It's been tried.

Age's spine stood upright as she bounced back without wandering the sharp gaze that could be directed at her.

I still don't know who I am. To be honest, I am also anxious.

But I knew exactly what I could do against this village.

I had full confidence in my abilities.

"I can build things."

"For example?"

"You can use the power of water called a water wheel to make wheat easy, or you can make tools like sickles, twigs, or cranes as a blacksmith job."

"That's awesome. What do you say, Jane?

"I don't think I'm a problem. I've been in this village for about two weeks, but I've never worked ramblings, and I had no problem with my attitude. Our village has only about wool and leather specialties, so it's not conducive to trade."

"Mm-hmm. It's very big to get good quality sickles and bamboo."

"Besides, I'm glad that Tania, who was never going to marry me, cares about it."

"Huh. That's fly. That girl hasn't had a man to pick her up since her husband died. I must have missed you alone. Think positive about this."

Bona nodded deeply.

It would mean officially welcoming you as a member of the village.

I never thought I'd be turned down first, but I'm horrified by the favorable reaction.

To the extent that the Bonnas did not see through, Age pulled out her shoulder strength.

"Then Age, I order you to work as a blacksmith and make that farm tool. There will also be grinding and rebuilding during the harvest season, so let's exempt farming altogether. When can we start making them?

Age thought of the necessary process in her head.

A blacksmith can do anything with determined tools, but only the first installations are numerous.

It wouldn't start without iron in the first place.

First we need to install a furnace to dissolve iron ore in iron.

There are also blacksmith tools.

We need to make charcoal from gold floors, hammers, fire clamps, bamboo, fudge, grinding wheels, water wheels, and firewood, and we need to collect iron ore in the first place.

The first furnace will be made of clay, so even if you can do it right away with the ingredients, the blacksmithing tools will take quite a bit.

Will it strike iron with stone in primitive terms than without the original tools?

I wish there were bronze hammers in this village.

"We need to build a furnace or strike a blacksmith tool out of scratch, so you'd like to see it for at least three months. In the meantime, we'll have all the tools you need."

"It's a long time...... If you can do farm tools in the meantime, you can wait, but our village is not wealthy enough to feed you for three months without any fruit. Can you do something about it?

Bona's demands are severe.

Does that mean I have a tough life and can't afford it?

Or do you think Age is making an extra suggestion?

But if it breaks here, it will be a half-way job and instead it will discredit you.

Craftsmen are responsible for what they create.

And so, yes, it doesn't make it easy to snort.

Feeling Jane's worrying gaze, Age put her strength into her stomach.

"Once we can do it, we can continue to make it later. Farming will also not be able to be harvested the next day if sown. Could you think of it as something that takes time to be fruitful?

"... that's right. Okay, I'm officially going to be a part of the village. Food such as wheat and barley is distributed at the top of the head, so don't worry. I'll get you some help."

"I'm glad you understand. Because I don't want to compromise as much as I can."

"If I find out I can't use it instead, I'll make Bishibishi work for you."

"That's scary"

"Good luck with that. I really hope so."

My almost invisible eyes glistened in Bona's wrinkles.

Apparently, the track record of continuing to stand above people to keep many people from starving was not Dada.

Age nodded to her temperament as she felt her spine slightly lifted.

He was finishing his meeting with village chief Bona and returning to Tania's house.

Just remembering, my stomach area comes as a sickness.

Damn, I used to say it myself, and I'm impressed.

Tania laughed at Age holding her stomach.

"Phew. You're an awesome old lady."

"Because I am the woman who has carried this village. He's really awesome. Everyone doesn't complain, they listen."

"I understand that. Because the atmosphere was already amazing. That's why I'm going to live as a blacksmith, but I think I can afford it for a while."

"Really?

"I have a lot to do, but at the same time I need time to wait and dry."

Put a bronze knife on the bamboo.

Once I cut in a little from the top, I'll shake the knife with each bamboo and hit it.

Concon, the knife cuts in with the sound of

Bronze is exceptionally soft compared to iron and sounds like a body of muscle pain.

Again, the cut is not very good.

Nevertheless, this bronze knife is also said to be quite a luxury item.

It will be naturally expensive because of the low volume of distribution itself.

Yeah, I want to get all the tools around me with iron as soon as possible.

All that remained to be done was to insert one or seven teeth into the hole that had been drilled.

I also want to make this iron someday. Bamboo will heal quickly within the use.

Iron would make it more durable, and it would make it more stationary, so there should be less effort.

"What are you going to do today?

"I want to know where ore and clay can be picked, and I want wood, so I want you to introduce me to Kikomori."

"Mr. Filippo is more of a woodcutter. You may also know the ore and clay as we go to mountains all around here."

"Mr. Tania, today?

"Is it grain off with the thousand teeth you made? After that, knit straw and prepare your meal. Thanks to Age for the job. Thank you."

How many thanks?

I guess it's a really tiresome job. Glad it helped.

Tang Yu (and Umi) - a tool for sorting straw on grained wheat - would also like to make it if I had time.

Age's head was filled with several creations.

For that, I need a tree.

To make charcoal, there are lots of trees...

To the east of the village, walk along a river that flows north and south. It's an unpaved dirt road.

It can be seen that people walk regularly because large stones and the like are avoided and no grass or the like grows.

Keep walking north on the river and you'll see a small high hill.

Depression and trees grew a little off the road because there were still no logging techniques, no large populations.

It's a natural forest.

Behind the woods is darkening, not a sign that you can get in.

As I climbed further along the road, I saw a large barn.

It would be a logging site.

In front of the barn is a cow truck, and a cow eats grass.

Seeing Age slowly approaching, he doesn't look frightened. My crushed eyes were pointed at Age.

He was grumbling back at the grass, dripping yodales with his cunt.

Mo, sounds a lot like that.

As I approached the cow and the barn, I heard a clear sound striking the corn, the corn and the axe.

"Good morning, Suu."

"... oh, good morning"

The man cutting trees was bigger than Age could have imagined.

He's going to reach two meters tall.

My whole body is covered in thick muscles. The peeking arms from the skin chocks are as thick as the women's hips.

Bright red hair, blue eyes, big, square face. The mouth was covered with beards.

I didn't know what it meant myself, and I thought it sounded like a Viking.

"Is that Mr. Filippo? I say Age. You have been officially welcomed as a member of the village from today on. I'm a blacksmith and I came to say hello because I needed a lot of trees."

"Filippo. Right away."

I guess I'm not very good at conversations.

There were few words, and I tended to back off.

Age, who was about to be overwhelmed by her large body, found herself familiar with that clumsy attitude in retrospect.

"Mr. Filippo said he would also go to the mountains, but have you ever seen clay or iron, copper or tin sushi? Oh, clay is."

"Wow, I get it.... there is. Clay is that way. There was a red iron stone, Ach, and copper over there. Instead, other villages asked me to look for them."

The point was both behind the woods that grew.

If you can't get in there, you'll get lost.

Age has no survival technology.

It was unlikely we could get there without hesitation.

"Smitty, it's going to stay at work, but can you take me with you once?

……

An axe is plugged into a felled tree.

When he saw Filippo answered unspoken, dull and silent, Agie stroked down her ho.