Seiun wo Kakeru

It was actually a step in putting chickens in the livestock and negotiations were difficult to navigate once.

It would be nice to provide, but what would happen to the eggs laid by the chicken, when the chick was laid, would it be his own, was of the utmost concern to the provider.

It shall be the shared property of the village and shall be ceded once.

I was then convinced to give more eggs to begin with, as well as the hatched chick.

It is different from when we have been complaining about village policy so far, and we see a rebellion.

Age was puzzled.

That would be the difference between providing labor and providing resources.

When labor is provided, it is not lost as a "thing," and meals are provided.

But if you offer chickens like this one, you'll have less handheld.

More than anything else, it's the most valuable, lots of egg-laying chickens.

It was Age's conclusion that even in times when things are scarce, the fear of losing must be greater.

Now the female chicken Mendori is housed in each cage in the livestock house.

My head is shaking small up and down and moving at a small stride.

Some sand, some drink water, some feed.

That number, three, two.

Within, there were only two roosters.

Only the two youngest male were sorted in a prolific chicken population.

Two roosters for thirty hens.

Is this also called Harlem?

They even mate, lay eggs, and when they become less reproductive they are made into meat.

It is not unlimited freedom.

Well, is it much better than other roosters who can't leave their offspring?

Harlem seems to have a tough time caring about that.

Age went inside the cage.

The familiar hen is not frightened by the signs of those nearby, but walks leisurely next door.

The aim is freshly laid eggs.

Quickly take the eggs that are unwrought in the straw.

It's still warm.

"Cocay!"

"Oh, they noticed. Shit!"

The chicken that protects the eggs is very strong.

Even animals such as dogs and cats, which should normally only be easy prey, are powerful enough to escape back when intimidated.

"There he is, it hurts! Ouch! Sorry!

If livestock keepers proceed, chickens that do not show obsession with eggs can also be made later by mating.

But I'm very conscious now.

I forgive Age for taking precious eggs. Seriously, and a hen attacks me.

Age, scattered with cuckoo, had no choice but to disperse early.

I didn't follow Age, who just walked out of the cage.

"... Huh, it was in my eyes"

My tibia hurts tingly.

It would be red under my pants.

Anyway, I got the eggs.

The next step is to figure out how to hatch this artificially.

If the egg is served at a constant temperature, the egg hatches.

What exactly do you want from that heat source, that was the problem.

"With no copper wire, coils are difficult to make. When it does, it will be a primitive way."

What I'm currently thinking is how to utilize the fermentation heat of compost.

When manure such as chicken manure or cow manure is mixed with straw, dead leaves, etc. into a large mountain, the fermentation proceeds and the fever is natural.

Fermentation fever can be quite hot, so if you hit the egg directly, the protein will probably degenerate.

It's not a chick, it's a hot spring egg.

If it can be artificially hatched, it can be used to lay eggs for as long as the chicken is warming the eggs.

If that happens, it's not impossible to have more than 200 a year, it should.

I can eat egg dishes like every day.

Omelets, egg rolls, boiled eggs, scrambled eggs...... Dreams spread.

Yeah, you can have the cake made.

Anyway, with eggs, there can be a revolution in cooking.

The cuckoo belly rings.

We just had spring and it's still a little early for harvest.

It's hard to say that food is scarce and full every day.

"Does bait matter before then?"

Nor are eggs produced from nothing.

High concentrations of nutrition become essential to make eggs.

I am still starting to work on ideas that can be easily done by powdering the egg shell, mixing it with bait, mixing beef bone powder, etc.

They were all trial and error because Age and livestock production only had the degree of knowledge we heard in the story.

How to increase the efficiency of chicken production with easily available substances to be completed in the village of Siena.

It's not an easy question to answer.

Even after we have entrusted control, we will need to think together.

"I'm supposed to be a blacksmith. How did this happen... No, no, it's for the egg revolution..."

The whining disappeared into the livestock, no matter who asked.

At night, the village cadres gathered at the village chief's house, surrounding a large table and feasting on liquor.

There is brighter air in the room than usual.

Loud voices cling, sometimes full of laughter.

"Uh-huh! What is it? It's seriously delicious. Sake Psycho"

"Mr. Fernando, you've changed your personality too much."

"That's all I suck at. What is it? Uh-huh."

"... delicious"

"I heard you were doing something. Age, you have to tell me this sooner. I'm gonna help you, too. Yeah, we need help with the taster!

"I'm not here..."

I couldn't help but notice the truth.

Since a livestock farm was created this time, the question was what to do with the next village development.

What Age suggested was mass production of water trucks and how to engage the excess hands in liquor making.

The distilled liquor submitted as a sample was quite popular.

Filippo tries to lick and drink the chicks, slightly distorting his mouth and laughing.

Fernando seems happy anyway. I'm laughing like I broke from earlier.

Mike apparently took it off completely from his grief.

What we have in common is that no one is dissatisfied with this distillery.

"In the future, this alcohol will also be a specialty of the village, why not use it for trading? Regardless of the soap making, I'm going to have someone free of alcohol do it."

"It's empty. I don't think that's gonna happen."

"Can't you handle it, village chief? I agree with you very much."

"Fell, you just want a drink."

"Oh, I knew you'd understand?

Bona also seemed possessed by the charm of distilled liquor.

While pointing out the problem, its eyes keep staring at the liquid filled with the mag.

Skin full of burnt wrinkles is slightly reddish.

"Anyone?

"We have manpower for the coming season. Men are not required to maintain fields or dig the Akeguchi Meike."

"That's right..."

The fields are really heavy labor.

Last year, when I helped open the wilderness, I had a good idea how hard that was.

Probably will need about the same amount of work this spring.

Because I love you so much, it returns fruitful.

"You, squeeze your wits and reduce the work of the ladies. That way, I can help you out of there."

"When it comes to women's work... did you say cooking, weaving, yarn spinning, caring for domestic animals?"

"It is. I don't know if I can do it."

"... you want to build a water wheel and just finish making flour quickly. After that, you can also use water wheels, such as weaving, yarn spinning, and shrinkage."

"Is there a water wheel after all? How long does it take to make it?"

"Isn't it up to Mr. Fernando?"

Age and Bona glimpse Fernando.

And I sighed as if the timing was right.

"Ugh. Delicious. I'll only drink this tomorrow!

"... excuse me, but can we talk about the day again?"

"Ok......"

We were quick to point out that the livestock house was complete and we could get other things to work together, but you're starting to get a lot suspicious ahead of us.

There are many things Age needs to do.

I haven't been able to make a hoof yet, and if I think about the water wheel as a power source for the future, it's something I'll never be able to lack.

Iron is also used for its gear parts, bearings, etc.

My job as a blacksmith should be quite a bit too.

"Okay. However, if I do, I don't think I can do much for the field this time."

"I don't have a choice. I got it."

Don't touch the field.

Nor can I see the completion of the fields that I have plowed the earth, and have made out of the fields.

... Too bad.

Help me spring, help me harvest with you.

The Spring Harvest Festival was going to make a scene together.

But building a water truck is urgent.

You can't stretch ahead no matter how much rest of your heart.

Build one water wheel and you'll lose a lot of effort.

If you don't build a water wheel, people's hands remain on it.

Age's mag shivers slightly, causing waves in the liquid.

"What, Age? Leave it to the oras. You were originally a blacksmith. At the time you're getting your hands on the field, it's crazy."

"Hmm."

"Mr. Giorgio. Mr. Bernardo."

Giorgio and Bernardo laugh.

"Ki, if you need a tree, say it"

"Mr. Filippo......"

Filippo tilts the mag, drinks down, laughs.

"Leave it to me to build the water wheel."

Fernando's statement is also as gentle as his earlier statement is a lie.

Guys, you're too kind.

You don't have to carry everything yourself, and it's much more important to create something in the whole village.

I forgot about that.

It reminded me of that.

"... I'm motivated. I'll start working with the women tomorrow, helping them."

Age laughed again.