Seiun wo Kakeru

Eight Stories Immigration Song

The remaining cows are roasted whole as a custom.

Unlike boars and pigs, it should be hard when it comes to roasting cows whole.

Among the men, his pride of strength gathered and went through the pile, and when he hung it, he began to broil on a direct fire.

Giant.

It will take quite a while for the fire to go through, even though it will be cut off from the burnt outside.

After dedicating themselves to God, people are responsible to put them in their mouths and dispose of them.

Spirituality and realism were reasonably combined in such a place.

Between the time when the whole roasted meat was formed, the mutilated hamburger of cows and pigs that had been crushed earlier was handed out to the villagers.

I hear cheers coming from where they were handed out.

"This is Umee!

"Ya piece of shit! I've never seen such soft meat before!

"This smell and taste is cows and... pigs. That's roughly seven to three, too. By cutting muscle fiber, the hardness of the meat is eliminated, at the same time bread flour is used to give a fluffy feeling, and the taste of fat is extracted by mixing the pigs. The smell of beef is dealt with with with with milk and eggs, as well as various herbs, layered with cheese for a firm taste. And a pickle for dating? The harmony of this flavour… If you want to make a general review, it's delicious."

It was basically favourably accepted while enthusiastically involving some of them.

I thought you'd like it, but I'm actually horrified when you're happy.

I also had the opinion that hard meat was better for eating.

They also have the advantage that they tend to swell from eating carefully.

Everybody's jaws are too sturdy.

Even one baked bread tastes like a different tooth.

Compared to Age, they are all amazingly powerful with their chins.

Something of that opinion had been dealt with naturally without dissatisfaction by exchanging the whole roasted meat dedicated as a offering and the person's hamburger.

It was a pleasure for Agee to be very pleased, especially from older people with bad teeth.

"I mean, my chin power is the toothless old man in this village..."

I suddenly felt like I was old.

I guess I was hit by the festive atmosphere.

Age basically didn't refuse to drink if the liquor was handed out and eat if he was given bread with honey.

Mouth the most luxurious meal of the past six months or so and realize a little drunkenness turns around.

But it was fun.

Burning the fire so hard that I couldn't beat the cold of a winter night and drinking under a starry sky full of heaven, my mind became open.

Next door was Tania, who had finished her work, eating late.

The face is red with alcohol.

"It's unusual for Tania to drink alcohol."

"Do you not like women who drink...?

"No, I just wondered because I don't usually drink"

"Good. Because if you get drunk, it's embarrassing."

"Not now, by the way"

"Are you feeling drunk?

"So, what's the virtue arranged behind it?

"In your stomach, sir?

Why is it doubtful?

My usual sensible eyes are moist and wet.

The expression is soft and the movement is somewhat slow.

The more you put your hands on your mouth, the more you exhale, the more colorful you can see.

Do you get tired of sitting straight, or do you get stuck with Age?

I feel so hot on my shoulder.

The fact that this whole square is somewhat warm would also be due to the heat emitted by people.

Tania had a surprising look when she included the hamburger in her mouth.

Oh, yummy twinkled, then shut up for a while.

The eyes that look at Age are turning into something serious, not something intoxicated by alcohol.

"... this is the dish that Age suggested, right?"

"Hamburg, right? But I'm not the one who made it."

"I never knew I could cook such a delicious dish"

"No, that's why I made it"

"But it's enough to teach people, so you can make it yourself, right?

"It's, well"

Shit.

Age puts her head to hide her confusion.

In the course of this story, we're going to make it.

It's not something you can't do if you do it, but it's a big burden when it comes to finishing work and even doing chores.

I want to leave the house to Tania if possible, Agee thinks.

"I need a favor."

"What is it?

"Tell me what you know about Age."

"If you say so, I'm not too familiar with it, either, am I?

I'm a little relieved that you're not going to make it, but I have a headache with another problem.

No white rice, no miso, no soy sauce.

There are no tomatoes or potatoes, and the Italians are wiped out.

How much on earth can you make?

Actually, I wasn't sure because I don't even know Age herself.

"I'd like to recreate a little of the flavor Age was eating. Age is eating without complaining about one of my dishes, but it's better to suit your tastes."

It's what you say every day.

In this day and age, this technology is more colorful for the future of life than I think it is for my taste at all.

To Age, who thinks slowly, Tania waits with a harrowed look.

"Well, I'll just tell you how to make it, please"

"Oh, thank you"

"But some of the ingredients are difficult right now."

"No matter how long it takes, one day we will succeed. So wait a minute."

I want you to eat something at all delicious. I was happy with the kindness of my wife like that.

If I think about the ingredients available, would it be Western food?

I knew I wanted to create an environment where I could build a livestock house quickly and increase livestock.

"But let's start that tomorrow"

"You eat and drink well today"

"Drink more and more."

"Yes."

Not trying to hide his happiness, to a jumping smile, Age accidentally fell in love.

In front of the square, about ten people gather.

For the person, other villagers are welcoming him with applause, whistles, etc.

What the hell is going on?

As Tania tilted her cup, she pointed.

"Ah, the song will begin."

"Singing is... that's Mr. Jane"

"Jane's a very good singer."

"It's a voice that sounds to the core from time to time. You're always surprised to hear a sudden voice."

Because of that shape, can you make a sound like an opera singer?

Wait for the song, feeling rude about Jane's shape.

Five set up instruments, five standing in front and singing. Jane is standing in front of me.

Eventually the prelude began.

A drum on a vertical whistle, an instrument like a guitar plays a melody.

That was an immigrant song.

It was a song about leaving my familiar hometown, breaking up with my parents and friends, and traveling to a new land.

It was a song about searching for a suitable place to live, crossing mountains, through forests and across the sea.

It was a song where what travels together sometimes falls ill, falls off with injuries and still doesn't give up hope.

I wonder why.

How can I feel so, so sad?

When I realized it, there was an unparalleled loneliness gushing from the back of my chest, and I couldn't contain it.

He didn't speak, he secretly - Age was crying.

I didn't whimper, I even killed my breath.

Don't compromise the pleasure of the festival so no one will notice - alone.

No one in this village will know what it's like to sing.

Unlike their ancestors who left their homeland, because they have lived and grew up in this village since their birth.

That's sad.

Because I was left alone.

I'm glad to hear that.

Because no one has the same sad feelings.

I wondered what his father was doing, Agee thought.

What is going on with my treatment in the original world?

Is he supposed to be dead, or is he in a state where he doesn't know where he's going?

He was clumsy, not much of a favorite towards the face, but serious about his feelings for that matter.

Aren't you worried sick?

I can easily imagine my father getting depressed.

He was a man who barely made his own meals.

Aren't you thin?

Will the blacksmith work continue?

A friend of mine from where I was, an acquaintance I took care of, a lot of people came to mind, but above all, I was concerned about my father.

If you can never know the news again, it is no different from eternal parting, death.

I want to see you.

Just a word, I wanted to tell you that I was safe. I truly hoped.

I wanted to tell you that all sorts of problems came from next to next, every day I was having a hard time but still marrying my wife and brushing my arms as a blacksmith.

The song goes on.

My vision is blurred with tears, but my voice still reaches my ears.

Unexpectedly, he held his head.

When I realized it, I was tipped over and in a knee-pillow position.

It conveys soft warmth.

A starry sky full of heaven and a gentle wife's face.

"Do you miss me?

"... Yes"

"I can't let you see anyone who wants to see Age."

When the words broke off, he was stroked in the head.

"I'm here. Don't worry, we're not going anywhere."

"This is the opposite of before."