Seiun wo Kakeru

Two stories, earthquake.

The pioneering is slow, but it is definitely moving forward.

Age also helped with the work when she wasn't putting the blacksmith in the fire.

The aim was to ensure that the entire itinerary was completed, as it could be in a narrow range first.

If you take a little bit of a big place, you don't see the end.

When I look at where the work has been done at all, I feel like I've got a prospect ahead of me, and I can stay motivated.

Age was now putting out a sperm for mowing the grass.

With a slightly longer patterned sickle in his hand, he mows the grass from the low.

My forehead continues and my ankle strains immediately.

Next to Age slamming her hips, one farmer laughs.

It's a big man with a big nose, burnt blue and black in the sun. Bright white teeth glow under the straw hat.

"Don't make it impossible, Age."

"Thank you. Mr. Bernardo is very quick."

"I do it every day, so I'm used to it."

Bernardo will have many years of experience, handling sickles well and mowing the grass for sure.

Unlike Age, who shakes a sickle many times with a leftover cut.

Age concentrates and moves her hands.

Failure involves grass in the sickle and a heavy recoil returns in the hand.

From freshly cut grass, the smell of blue plants stands pungently.

"Whoa, are you getting used to this already? Hurry up. We got sights."

"Really? Thank you."

"What do you say we keep the farmer up?

"No, I'm a blacksmith."

"Hahaha, that's right!

In the end, it was decided that some of the grass would be used as compost for livestock feed and for grass roofs.

In some cases, composting has already begun using collected cow manure and pig manure.

It would take six months to mature, but I was looking forward to the results.

The tall grass collected is collected in one place in a hand-held car recently made in large quantities and then placed in a cow truck for storage in the barn.

Once the stem is only at its roots and the soil begins to be visible, it is Shimada's turn.

Age has a bamboo.

Pretty heavier than the bronze flat wax I ever had.

In addition to being iron, it is due to the large shape of Shimada.

Utilize the weight of the bamboo to ensure that the bamboo tip is decided on the soil.

The feeling that returns to your hand belongs to hard dirt.

But compared to when I've been swinging behind the house, I can see that I can definitely return the soil deep and easy.

If you put too much effort into it, the tip of the bamboo crumbles on the stone in the earth.

But you can't plow deep without your strength.

I try to hook it up and get the dirt up.

Rocks are gobbling in the earth.

Continuing the work of spraying each and every one of those heavy rocks, massive amounts of sweat erupt unknowingly.

I feel my whole body muscles get stronger, either to use unusual muscles.

The breeze that blows is getting cold and it feels good.

More than six months after my stay, it was September.

Bernardo and Giorgio make soil from the other side of the field with two-headed cowplows.

It's a plow that Age took a long time to build.

I put a natta on the front so that I can automatically cut the roots stretched into the earth just by advancing, and completely reverse the soil with a long large earthen plate.

Two wheels are attached to the front of the plow to make it easier to operate.

Even so, since this has not excluded the stones in the earth either, it was decided to start with the superficial layer.

Bernardo and Giorgio are surprised by the efficiency of using large plows, but also heavy objects for the first time.

The plough itself has always been used, but the idea of using a wheel was not devised, so only light ploughs could be handled.

"When I heard you were going to dig deep, I thought you could make me do something awesome, but this is going to do it, Giorgio"

"Oh. Let's do as little as we can"

The other farmers fine-tune their earthen masses (chiseled) using something that made a fool of a square sword mountain called Square Harrow on the rock removed soil.

Light as it is, so put the removed rock on top.

I would have let cattle and horses tow this too, but the number of livestock was limited and I couldn't afford to turn to pioneering. Hence manpower towing.

When it is finished, sieve (sieve) the soil that awakens you.

A rough caged sieve of eyes knitted in bamboo, but it definitely removes pebbles.

Shaking the cage makes it finer, as fine, non-crushed mounds of soil also remain dilapidated.

Anyway, there are tons of stones, so this is heavy labor too.

"Beautiful soil..."

"Oh. I've never seen a field like this, Ola."

"I guess what Age was saying is this is the sight that goes on forever"

"Ola, I'm getting excited"

When the soil is the only one, make an acre out of the rice cake.

"Mr. Age, is the direction of the acre north-south? Or east or west?

"I'm trying to plant peas, which is better?

"Oh, let's go east and west then"

Use the tip to serve the soil.

About 20 people got together and it took an entire day to make two acres.

But still, the field began to show itself from nowhere.

That seemed like the beginning of a great change to Age as she was dying in the sunset.

There is a good smell of meat roasting from Kamadu.

Occasionally the sound of a patch of wood skin that can play.

Age sits at the table and waits for the food to come out.

Before that, Mike had Yale in his mouth.

"Really, you kept me waiting."

"No, I never thought you'd have a welcome party"

"It's time to call it a welcome party. Well, I'm next door too. This is how sometimes we have to eat dinner together. Look, you can drink, too, right?

"I'll have it."

"Whoa, that's a good drink! Let's do it!"

The ale poured into the vessel seemed to stain the tired body.

Alcohol isn't that expensive, so even Age who isn't so resistant to alcohol can enjoy it.

Jane and Tania line up amicably in the kitchen to exchange views on how to cook the mounted venison.

Venison can be eaten with sashimi, stew, and steak.

The smell is slightly tight, the oil is low, and it is hard on modern people.

Jane had heard from Mike that she was a good cook, and Age realized her stomach sounded curly.

Anyway, the fragrant smell of meat is fascinating.

"Please wait. Come on, let's have it."

"Yes, Mr. Age. It's hot, so be careful."

"Oh, I'll have it"

"Oh, it looks delicious. Did you roll this with bacon?"

"Venison is low in oil. I also use onions, so I think they taste pretty good."

When the chopped venison is carried to the mouth, hot bacon fat baked by the crunch spreads to the mouth in a jittery manner.

The sweet flavour of the venison with its stiff meat teeth, slight fat of venison and onions stained in soft and tight colours.

Stir-fried walnuts are mellow all around, and Kale refreshes the mouth.

"Delicious..."

"Become? I told you Kaachan was a really good cook.

"What are you talking about? Look, Tania, eat more and more. You didn't say anything extra, either, and eat it while it's not cold."

"Mr. Jane is quite a telegrapher, Age."

"Sure. Your face is as bright as you can see in the dim room."

"Mr. Age's stopped ale, too!

Eat meat, chop bread and drink soup.

Tongue drums on occasional sumptuous meals, rejoicing in fullness.

For turning to the village, for today's banquet, Mike should have done quite a bit of hunting today.

On top of that, he helps me give directions in the morning.

If you thought you were a hard person to walk away from at first, I can see that once you admit it, it makes you very good.

I think Age wants to pay off.

It's not just for Mike.

To Jane for acknowledging the banquet and cooking, and to all the farmers who are cooperating.

With an alcoholic, hot head, I think about that.

It was such a meal that people's kindness stained and warmed their heads as well as their breasts.

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