Seiun wo Kakeru

In the morning, when Age woke up, her plump milk went into her eyes.

That's right, last night I stop thinking that I'm going to remember...

Good thing Tania is still asleep, she caresses her hair and enjoys the feel.

I saw you putting in a jar if you have time lately.

It's a soft touch.

Having a good time, I feel signs of movement.

Eyes on each other.

He blamed the prank, as his big eyes still slept.

"Good Morning"

"... good morning"

Awkward air flows and slowly hands back.

Stand up without looking at each other and put on your clothes.

Drinking water without saying anything, Tania in clothes stood forward.

He is holding his thighs and fingertips in a red tide to his ears.

The look on her face was adorable.

"Mr. Tania?

"Age is pretty naughty, isn't he? I never thought I'd see you like that."

The day after I laid my hands on my first woman.

I can't argue with anything and there's no escape.

"Oh, I'll pick vegetables in the morning!

"Ah, already!

I couldn't even think of a way to apologize successfully, and Age eventually escaped as a result of the shedding.

Harvest kale while watering the field behind you.

Shadow-dried mushrooms should also be used today.

I haven't been able to replace it yet, and I'm going to expand the field one by one using the violin that stays bronze.

If you continue indispensable for three months, however hard the ground may be, it's something you can plow quite a bit.

Leaves were collected from the woods to make compost as well.

The forest, which was on its way to the village to carry the exposed iron ore, needed to be widened to the extent that it could pass, so at the same time it picked up the fallen leaves.

"Oh, you."

"Good morning, Mike"

"Is it Kale today? We're potatoes."

Exchange field crops in the daily routine.

"You're doing something different every day. Stone carefully, fool, and drain the grass. What's the point of mixing such black soil?

"I'm fattening the soil."

"... I still don't know what that means"

"Vegetables make a lot of soil."

"Is that true? Or are you offering something to the earthly gods?"

"Uh, well, that's the place."

"So, when God is happy to give back. Surely your vegetables, they've been growing well lately. So, how do you do it?

Mike, who doesn't usually try to get involved with Age, expressed a rare interest.

Stare at the compost that was left just a little bit.

The compost is well dried and has a fragmented texture.

Light, black hue.

Contains a variety of micronutrients desired by plants.

"I'll make the basics out of fallen leaves, but if you have extra straw, put that in too. If you have fish bones or cow or pig bones, crush and mix. Put in a hemp bag and water to dry in a well-ventilated shade"

"Humph."

"If you replace the top and bottom along the way or stir the contents, they will be fine and dry. If the moisture disappears and looks like black soil, it's done."

Mike nodded as deeply as he was impressed when he heard the explanation.

Even if you don't know what principles work, you can imitate the way you do it.

And that leads to improved soil, enriching lives.

"You're a very understandable guy for me, saying all the hard things, but I guess you're smart. In return for telling me the good things, the next time I hunt boar or sea lion, I'll split the meat first"

"Tell others if you like. Mike, who you trust, will move better than I do."

"Oh well. Well, I'm popular. Leave it to me."

Pass the sample compost to Mike, who agrees in a good mood.

Failure will result in an odorous noise, but it will probably be okay.

To make life easier for Age and Tania, the village life itself needs to be improved.

I can make my own tools, but I just have to guide food production.

I resent the fact that people only have two hands.

No matter how hard you try, you're overwhelmingly short of time to improve everything you see.

A blacksmith without fire is a quiet thing.

There is no sound of a hammer, no sound of a wind of a hammer, no sound of a flame burning.

Age shredded thinly and used pointed charcoal to write a diagram on the wood.

I guess my hands are cleverer than they were originally.

The elaborately drawn diagrams are easy to understand.

- It was a water wheel.

The history of waterwheels is ancient and is said to have existed in the first century BC.

The first shape was horizontal, and they were used to move the stone molars.

The relationship with blacksmiths was also strong, with the abolition of the old-fashioned iron production method, which replaced mass production by blast furnaces thanks to improved blowing technology using water vehicle power.

Even so, now that one Age is hitting iron, we don't need that much productivity.

Instead, Age was thinking of using the power of the water wheel for power hammers and automatic polishers.

There must be a gavel in the blacksmith.

It is the work of the Phantom Hammer, the Great Hammer, to stretch iron vigorously and melt different types of iron against the leading hammer, which makes fine adjustments, determines its shape, and beats and reinforces weak spots.

Age alone is full of small things, but with a power hammer, he can handle long things like Xu.

The automatic polisher is due to the same idea.

The blade is not the end if you hit it.

As important as that is to grind.

There are also types of grinding wheels, with rough, medium and finished grinding wheels.

If it is a Japanese sword, it will be sharpened with rough grinding, water preparation, revision, Nakura, Naokura, Inner Cloudy grinding, and further work will be done on luster for ornamental use.

Especially at the first grinding wheel stage, it becomes very heavy labor by punching and subtracting.

It was such a process that it could be divided into divisions of labour.

Age's body was also heavily influenced in these few months.

Daily work under high temperatures resulted in weight loss and lean cheeks.

My right arm got thicker due to hard work, but I continue to have dull pain from neck to hand.

Especially my wrist. Complete tenosynovitis.

Splashing sparks lead from both elbows to incessant burns.

It was the water wheel that was absolutely necessary, even to make a little less burdensome and good stuff.

"So, I'm telling you to make it. I don't know how helpful that water wheel is, but I don't know, you're coming up with an idea next. He must have been a very skilled engineer."

"Really?"

To Fernando's frightened voice, Age could only reply.

"I heard Age-kun doesn't have any memories, but maybe he was born across the coast. They say everything's going on in the ache. The way this village was built came from across the ocean. Until then, I was digging holes."

…………

"Bad, bad. That reminds me a lot. This is the most important proof that I can remember all sorts of things. And I'm sorry, but I've never even seen the ocean before."

"Really?

"You must be a mountain player here, right? Even if you want to go out of the village, you know how it is. We can't go that far."

"I've got work to do."

"That's the thing. So, what's the price for this?

"Trolley, I hear it's been popular in the village since then. They have a long reputation for carrying heavy things even for women and children. How much can I get for the design?

Eye to eye.

Laughter spills out of each other's faces.

Fernando didn't move.

I guess you're convinced of your advantage.

I know Age's production deadline is approaching.

In the end, it was Age who broke it.

"What about with nails"

"Oh, nice. I don't care how many nails you have. Two hundred and I'll take what we need for this water wheel."

"I'll give you the waterwheel's share early. You can make 200, and you can make what you need first."

"Well, I don't even think that village chief would be convinced if the boulder told me that the nail was the achievement that kept me waiting for three months. Fine, let's hit it with that."

It was Agee who vowed to give the scarecrow away for the time being.