Why don't you build a village on top of the world tree

A few days after Kanes returned to the village of Aquas, winter support began.

It is the fourth winter to be welcomed by the village of Takax.

"Mayor, we've divided the Imo's into a common warehouse and a food warehouse, so please confirm the quantity."

"Okay. Help me fix the farm tools. It's like Mermie's not the only one with enough hands."

Copy that.

I'm walking over to Melmie's, dropping off the residents, and I'm headed to the shared warehouse with Richay.

"For the fourth time, we're all used to it."

"Amane, the village chief didn't follow the board."

"Cool, huh?

"... well"

Blunt reaction.

It's all the more embarrassing when you can turn away.

In addition to imo, the shared warehouse houses pots containing dried fruits and vinegar pickled vegetables. These are village stockpiles, and I can't take them out without permission from Billows, who are besides me, Richay, Melmie, and the Devil Bug Hunter.

Essentially, it is an ingredient used by travelers and pedestrians who come by accident when staying in public halls. The food of the inhabitants of the village is stored in each house.

Confirm the number of pieces and write them on paper.

"What about dried lamb bird meat?

Richay looks around at the shared warehouse and asks.

"Right now, Markt is choosing a ram bird to crush. They're gonna crush about seven of them, so they need a little manpower."

"I'm coming."

"No, please don't"

When I stopped in a hurry, I was stared at with a grumpy face.

But Richay's poor cooking is no longer only widespread in me and Melmie, but throughout the village. Assuming he tries to help Marcto, he'll eat the front door.

"You see, Marcto gives blood to eat lamb birds deliciously."

"... sounds like you're saying it's gonna get worse if I help"

I'm talking about Marcto speaking up.

Excuse me, Marcto. The voice will be heard over there. I want you to forgive the fuzzy village chief.

Yeah, I'm not cool.

Leaving the shared warehouse, let Richay take the inventory control ticket and go home to the office.

I headed to the cabin where Melmie and the others were fixing their farm tools with those legs.

"What's it like?

"You're not getting wasted. I can repair the pattern a little bit and use it around next year. Maybe we should just buy it again next year."

It's made of wood, and it hurts fast.

"How many?

"Three pieces of rice"

Says the other bags are about to run out of spare.

"Okay. Let's make a budget."

Go up to the cabin to help Melmie. Fill the cracks in the pattern with repair scraps and apply a liquid similar to varnish from the top to secure them.

"The mayor can do this."

"Because I'm a demon bug hunter. It's like repairing a bow."

"Do you repair bows?

"Normally, I would replace it, but I have to repair it if it's on the way to an expedition."

"I see."

One of the villagers I was helping with is staring at me like I was impressed. Anyone on the Devil Bug Hunter would be able to do something similar.

Still, there's a difference between being able to do it and being a real Melmie. I don't even know where to repair Melmie's work unless I keep an eye on her.

As I was helping, Billows stood at the entrance to the cabin. Are you hot because you moved your body in a firewood split, or are you exposed to winter wind with your sleeves rolled up and your decomposed arms?

"Mayor, the firewood cut is over. Ask for confirmation before placing in a shared warehouse"

"Thank you. That'll help."

Head with Billows to the square where the firewood is kept.

Fire management is very important in this world where wooden houses are built on top of world trees. For a long time, I can't use fire to get warm.

If the fire is to be maintained for a long period of time, a qualification equivalent to that of a bridge-builder shall be required, and a heat source manager shall be required. I have to have this heat source manager if I'm going to do a hot tub or something.

Then, when it comes to whether there is no need to winterize firewood spreading in a village without a heat source manager, we cannot say that.

Because it could snow.

You should minimize the snow falling and wasted loads on the branches of the world tree than you are building dwellings on the branches of the world tree.

So it makes sense to pay unnecessary branches in the winter to lighten the branches of the world tree beforehand.

That's why it was the norm in this world to secure firewood in winter in every village.

"Is there so much"

I look around at the firewood piled up in the square and I squeal unexpectedly. Isn't that about 30% more than usual?

Billows scratches his head.

"It was hot this summer. Looks like the world tree has grown well."

Because it stretches bamboo-like, world tree.

He also knew Billows couldn't hold this amount in the warehouse, leaving it without some firewood splitting. It would be just the right size to dry and make furniture.

"I wonder where else you put the firewood as a place to put it in a shared warehouse"

You should be moderately exposed to the wind. Shall I throw it into an unused room upstairs in the public hall?

"All right, let's keep it in the public and private rooms. Corner room is fine."

"Oh, well, then, I'll carry it."

Billows begins his firewood run by splitting it with two other Devil Bug Hunters.

Marcto came running over when I reached for firewood to help, too.

"Mayor, help me with the ram bird"

"Oh, you've got to do it that way. I don't know how long this weather will last."

The sky is blue and clear, and if you are in the sun, the cold is soothing cheerful. Because the wind is dry, it is a good day to make dried meat.

"Okay. Ranm, do you want to play bird?"

Speak up to the two women who seem to have a paragraph of work going around the village and form a dry meat production squad. Now there's no room for Richay to go in.

Go to the breeding cabin and scour out the rum birds that Marcto has sorted.

It's something I'm used to, and I can kill you cum before I make you scream.

Hang it in a tree, drain the blood, boil it, sprinkle the feathers and cut the meat apart.

I've been doing demolition many times with a demon bug, so I can move on, but it works pretty fast to Marc, who shouldn't have the skill to do that.

"I also thought at the festival, why is Marcto so handy?

"I also studied the anatomy of ram birds during my training, so I've been reviewing them. To taste every piece of meat in vain."

"Sometimes, I'm afraid of Marcto."

I still don't mind because the lame bird is the one with the knife in his eye.

When I cut the meat apart, bring the salt in and leave until tomorrow.

"Is the salt stockpile okay?

Seeing the amount of salt used for dried meat, Marcto says worryingly.

Salt peels more than a layer of bark in the clouds of the world trees, boils them down and makes them except impurities. Is it because of osmotic pressure, the purity of the upper layer seems to increase over the inner layer of the cloud, but I don't even think I can pull water up to the top of the cloud to the extent that I changed the osmotic pressure slightly.

Quick story, how salt affects the world tree is a mystery.

Salt cannot be produced in this village of Takakus in the lower cloud layer, so it is the current situation that we rely on imports.

As a result, I find it difficult to deal with the lack of salt reserves.

"I just checked my inventory, but I've got enough salt stockpiles."

"Then you're relieved. That concludes our work for today, so let's break it up. Oh, I'll collect the wings by example."

The blades are packed in bags for a simple cushion and become a cold proof commodity for rum birds. Ram bird wings are not user-friendly for cushioning for humans because the tips are stingy, but the Ram birds don't really care. It's the word of a breeder from Goigalla Village, a training destination.

"How many feather cushions do you have right now?

"Two if you use what you said today."

They show the cushion that Marcto himself made the fabric by sewing it together.

Couldn't you sew any cleaner?

The two women who were looking at the cushion, just like me, looked at each other and then spoke to Marcto.

"Mr. Markt, you can have a wife who's good at sewing."

"We don't need daughter-in-law for the time being. Because there are these kids."

Marcto sees a rum bird with a face that boasts of a child raised by one man.

Those guys, it's after they get picked up...

I met two women in the face, and then I got up.

Yeah, I guess if he's satisfied with himself.

The dried meat makes a paragraph, and I'm going back to the office.

"Welcome back"

Richay, with his handkerchief, greeted me. He wore an adorable apron with a red flower one-point on white fabric.

"I left the inventory control slip on the shelf."

"Thank you. I'll clean the windows."

I left the cleaning to Richay to clean the windows, trying to keep the cleaning going.

Marcto came to the office when full winter arrived and internal employment began in each house.

Mayor, it's snowing.

"Snow?"

Looking out the window, the snow is sticking.

This is the first snow in the village of Takakus.

Leaving the office with Markt and looking up at the sky. More and more gray clouds were covering the sky.

"You're going down for real."

Might be a little bad.

"Richay, ask everyone in the village to call to gather in the public hall. Melmie, put the snowflake tools out on the front porch of the public hall."

"Okay."

"So it's cold. I hate snowflakes."

Drop Richay and Melmie off and I'll turn back to Marcto.

"How's the rum bird?

"I was wondering if the adult birds would probably be okay because they are getting warm with each other. The problem is Hina."

"Hina."

Currently, there are about thirty adult birds and twenty hinas in the breeding cabin.

"Let's give the feather cushion priority to the hina. So we just have to make it warm."

Run with Marcto to the breeding shed and install a feather cushion in the isolated space of the hina separated from the adult bird.

The breath spitting out was also white and cloudy inside the breeding shed, filled with cold air that cut him.

I don't think I can survive with just a feather cushion.

While I was wondering what was going on, I told Markt to check on Hina and headed to the public hall.

All the inhabitants were gathered in the first-floor dining room of the public hall.

"I think we all know it's snowing. So I want to divide the squad of snowmen and set the order"

"You've already decided to split the squad. Can't that be it?

Everyone in the village nods to Bilose's natural question.

I thought that would be okay, too, but the situation is different from what I assumed.

"Earlier, I saw how the breeding shed was"

"... if you say so, you don't have Marcto"

One of the people who went to breeding training sharpened his eyes and looked around the dining room, looking at me.

"Ranm birds freeze to death?

"Likely. Now I'm making you warm with cushions made from the feathers of ram birds I've been crushing, but you probably can't outrun them."

Ram Birds is the biggest deal in this village. I can't even see it if it's wiped out in the cold of winter.

You should hit all the hands you can hit to prevent freezing to death.

"I'm sorry to everyone, but we're going to have the snowy squad spend some time inside the breeding shed. It's a daily shift that warms the air in the breeding shed with human exhalation and body temperature."

"In a cabin for a whole day..."

Everyone looks disgusted.

Though much better than before training, inside the breeding shed stinks. Besides, if it's cold, it's natural for everyone to hate it.

"I understand everyone's dissatisfaction, but I want you to enjoy it. I work in a breeding shed, so you can tell me if you need anything. Whenever possible, solve it."

Only the first snow in the village of Tacax is overwhelmingly short of know-how.

I can't help but hit it off, but I want more and more dissatisfaction to be said so I can get rid of it after next year.

The voice of dissatisfaction dwindled because I, at the top of the note, took the initiative to declare that I would spend time in the breeding shed.

We all understand which way you can't freeze a lamb bird to death. They will also cooperate.

"Can't wait for spring."

"Absolutely."

I agreed with Richay and Melmie's conversation in my heart, too.

If you look at the windows, the snow is starting to fall in earnest.

"This is going to be a rough winter."

Instruct him to start snowflakes immediately, and I'll get my desk into the breeding shed and get to work.

Are the ram birds also not energetic due to the cold, and there is no futile noise.

Instead, Marcto, who is muscular next door, is blind. It would be an attempt to raise the temperature a little and warm up the inside of the breeding shed.

"How about the village chief, too!

Marcto invites me while I squirt.

"Don't worry about it. And wipe the sweat in small pieces. If Marcto catches a cold, there's nothing he can do."

"Serious, hydrating and replenishing, including, forget, I'm not here!

Really?

"I'm done with the snowflakes - wow..."

Look, the snowflake squad's pulling a dong.

"Good day. If you snow outside, go inside."

It should be warmer than outside. Because the bioheating is muscular.

The snowflake squad, composed of five people, pays for the snow on his coat outside and comes into the breeding shed.

"It's definitely cold. What do you do with ventilation or something?

"It'll be minimal. It stinks, but I just need you to put up with this."

As we chatted around the table, Richay brought us a plug from the office.

"I thought you'd have plenty of free time, so I brought you some play tools."

"Oh, that's sweet, Richay."

One of the snowy squad compliments Richay at will.

What Richay brought me is an old-fashioned card game that resembles Trump. There are several ways to play, and you won't get tired of it easily while you're in the breeding shed.

Pass the card game to the snowflake squad, and Richay also turns it over to play the game once.

I spoke to Richay as I watched the bills.

"How's the snow?

"There's no sign of stopping it. It could snow all winter."

"Oh, shit."

Ranm birds aren't doing very well either, and I'm worried.

"Tell everyone in the village to be careful with their health. The doctor is in the village of Kateo, but it'll take a whole day just to get there"

"I'm telling you to warm up and sleep, but I'm worried you'll be out there more often with snowflakes"

Winter days pass as we look up at the ceiling and wait for the arrival of spring.

It was unprecedented cold that winter and it snowed a lot.

Hina, a ram bird, also froze a few dead.

Still, the surviving hinas will grow and lay eggs already.

As the winter cold eases, so does the expression of everyone in the village who was packing in the breeding shed.

By the time the ram birds began to crawl into the morning to claim territory, I had assembled everyone in the village in a public and private hall to declare the arrival of spring and end the breeding shed.

All adult lamb birds were safe, and Hina had thirteen safely grown.

I breathe in my office as I put together this winter's records.

"Good luck"

"Thank you. I knew the office wouldn't calm down"

I thank Richay for serving me tea and look around the office.

Comparable to a breeding shed. Naturally.

"If I had an amateur, would you have missed Mr. Melmie so much?

I can't help it, I laugh bitterly at Melmie for showing off her thighs provocatively as she says.

"Melmie rarely showed her face in the breeding shed."

"That's because I was in an inside job. He said he'd been making potatoes and stuff."

I know. The slight increase in office furniture made it easier to organize documents.

"You're a good bookshelf or something. And the sculptures are so natural."

"Heh heh, I left it in the field during the summer."

He was confident for Melmie, too, and he's got a high nose.

"Richay, too, thanks for the plug into the breeding shed. Everybody was happy."

"I wish I could have taken some warm food, but Melmie stopped me"

Richay says remorsefully. I'm sorry about Richay, Melmie, but you did a great job.

"Nevertheless, this is a relief. Field work will begin soon, and we'll stick around this year -"

When I tried to say a greeting at the beginning of my work, the door to the office was knocked.

It's a way of beating not much room.

I thought something was wrong, and I immediately open the door to the office.

At the end of the door stood an unrecognizable man. There is also a gloomy expression that wraps around the shade of winter returning.

"... Mr. Village Chief of Goigara Village?

Melmie checks over my shoulder and asks me if I feel confident.

If you ask me, he is indeed the village chief of Goigalla, who has accepted training in the rearing of rum birds. I was delayed in realizing it because of a completely different look than I had when I met you before.

Mayor Goigalla, who looked nasty, looked at me and bowed his head deeply.

- I need your help.