Seiun wo Kakeru

The iron products made by Age in this village are diverse.

There are many familiar iron products that I never thought I would ever make.

Nails and the like were its finest, totally typical of industrial production, but now they are handmade one by one.

Among those productions are three that were welcomed throughout the village.

The first is agricultural tools and the second is cooking tools such as pans and knives.

And the last three is sewing tools.

Since domestic industry is the norm, sewing everyone's clothes is mostly the job of their wives.

Moreover, the materials used are mostly furry, and cotton can only be used in houses that are quite wealthy.

The sturdy iron needle piercing the heavy and stiff fur received a fervent welcome.

On that luxurious hemispherical cloth, homemade needles go back and forth again and again.

Each time a beautifully cut cloth stitches together and is embroidered.

There are two hemispherical cloths, from which two strings extend vertically and horizontally, so that the strings stay with each other in a hock.

That was a bra.

Repeat measurements to the point of obstinacy and add floral embroidery to the surface of the cloth, measured perfectly on Tania's chest.

"Mr. Tania, can I have a word with you?

"Are you measuring again? How many times are you going to measure it?"

"Hey, I want to make something that fits perfectly."

"Ha, you just want to touch me while you say that"

I know, and I'm staring at you with a red face.

Laughing over the pressure, Age stands behind Tania.

Align the bra with your chest.

Since there was nothing as convenient as the measure, I marked the cloth and then repeated the fine-tuning.

Originally artisanal and perfectionist, Age repeats his measurements over and over again.

"Is that your chest bigger again...?

"Every night, there are people who never get tired of touching me."

"Because it's Mr. Tania."

"Naturally! If I did this to another woman, I would never forgive her."

The voice of jealousy is pleasant to my ears.

Spin your chest in conversation. It does increase in volume.

Smooth skin seems to suck on moisture.

Plenty of meat changes shape softly to match your fingers.

You sensed Age's hand go to the top of the swell, and he clasped the back of his hand.

You never forgive me while I'm bright.

Age liked how many times she layered her skin without compromising her stiffness.

"Please stop in the morning"

"It would be nice if it were at night."

"... I don't know. You've already taken your measurements. Let go."

Nod your face and never try to gaze at each other.

My ears are red and I'm getting hot.

A noodle is peeking through my slightly flaky hair.

On the white nape, I still have the kiss mark because I freshly smoked last night.

Shit, I want to keep pushing it down.

But Age had already experienced that it would be very troublesome afterwards.

If you really get in a bad mood, you won't fit in for a day and you'll be seen in contempt.

It's such a cold gaze that it's breaking my heart.

Tania sighed one to Agee, who chased the grid and let go as she requested.

I took something out when I moved away from it and headed to the wooden shelf.

"What is this?

"It's a fur jacket. It's cold these days, so that clothing alone would be chilly, wouldn't it?

"Thank you. I'll take care of it. Well, I'll pay you back."

Adjust the chocolate chocolate bra hock and hand it to Tania.

"Oh, wasn't this incomplete?

"It was just the positioning of the hock, so it was almost over."

"So the earlier measurements weren't necessary?

"No, it's very important, because it's the final adjustment. Very important."

Age sleeves through her jacket.

The smoothed deer fur immediately brings warmth.

The work was carried out carefully, and there was no movement that caught my shoulder lips.

Tania is watching Age happily.

"Try on your bra, too, Tania"

"Then look behind you"

"What... shouldn't I look at it?

"No, I can't."

When I have no choice but to turn my back, the sound of clothes rubbing sounds.

Even after watching it over and over, I still want to see it.

"It's good."

"Yeah, it's beautiful after all"

I changed without time to peek.

Big breasts are supported to draw a prettier sphere.

Hands and feet burn well in the sun and the skin hidden in the clothes is bright white.

A red stained bra looked well on a healthy limb filled with meat just as it was ripped off.

I'm so happy to have a beautiful wife.

In front of a smudging age, Tania lowers the clothes she was hand-rolling.

"Yes, we're done."

"Fast! What's the extension!?

"Good luck with your work"

"Oh, hey. Don't push me out."

"It's nice to be a hard worker."

"... if they say so, we'll have to do it"

Eventually, in such a way as to be pushed out, I was to go to work.

Wave the hammer at the blacksmith as usual.

From time to time I help farm and make soap to dispose of ash, but it still calms my mind the most when I'm dealing with iron.

When you are doing a forge, let Pietro interrupt the work and make you remember as you look at how to do it.

Sometimes they make you hammer if it's a simple one.

Cut the sheet metal of iron that is burning red with thin scissors, shaping the beating, and rolling it on the iron floor.

Thin, round columns are formed, and only further ahead is rolled and pointed.

If you scrape ahead, you can nail it.

Repeat this task dozens of times.

This time the stuff I make is too small to use a hydraulic hammer.

Thanks to the many times we have dealt with it, the optimal carbon allocation has been grasped as a sensation.

I can do more sticky steel than before.

"Parents, customers."

"Mm, okay. I'll be on my way as soon as I'm done with this, so just give me a moment."

"Copy that. Sir, please wait here until your parents arrive."

An iron chair was available, made of smooth curves.

It served as an exhibit to help people understand the virtues of iron products.

And to Age, I'm not going to let visitors inside the blacksmith.

I would spare no effort in communicating my skills to my disciples, but when it came to manufacturing, it was normal to go out the door.

Interrupting the work in a well-separated place, a man in fur rubbed up and down was sitting in a chair as he headed to the front door.

Magnificent and narrow in stature. He was a man whose eyes seemed mild.

I've never seen it in the village, so I guess it's from the next village.

Occasionally, people were coming from neighbouring villages to Age's blacksmith as a deal.

When the hell did the iron get through, but at first they ordered the axe.

I said no at first, but I'm not going to keep my monopoly on boulders.

In order to maintain the village's interactive relationship, it was also to be sold as a small but traded item.

I don't make farm tools because they are severely depleted, but knives, pans, knives and axes, etc. accept orders from time to time.

They don't buy a lot because they are quite expensive, but two or three are ordered for a single transaction.

The appeal of durability and cleavage seems to be worth it.

"Welcome. Thank you for waiting."

"Wow, that's so hot."

"First time people will be surprised"

"Nice to meet you. It's called Girolamo, who is the village chief in the village of Tal"

"Oh, Mr. Village Chief immediately"

The village of Tal is a village a day down the river from the village of Siena, where the Ages live.

With a population of more than a hundred, earthenware construction was the focus, and most dishes and other items in Age's house were made in this village.

There are few other industries and no blacksmiths.

Girolamo said it would help if a blacksmith came nearby.

Until now, we have asked the pedestrians to get the missing portion in a deal with the neighbouring village, but it becomes more valuable to take the distance away.

Metal products were luxury.

"Then the farm tools have to be made."

"If it becomes a little more durable, I'm going to sell it"

"So you can't sell anything halfway."

"My burden was too much after the repair. I'm sorry."

I want to do what I ask for if I can.

However, it is not able to withstand intense use.

If you can't demonstrate the right value as a commodity, Age had a value that you shouldn't sell it.

Girolamo waves her hand sideways at Agie, who bows her head painfully.

"No, that's fine. Shall I take the hammer and the nail, and the axe, and the wax?"

"The hammer, nail and nail can be prepared immediately. Shall I let you choose the axe?"

"Choose?"

A strange look if you don't know what it means.

"Even if you say axe and bite, it can vary depending on how you pay for cutting, double-edge and use it on a single blade."

"Oh, I see. If it's something that uses wood (kikomori), would it be a good double-edge for logging?

"It will. Sure, I think the guy who could use it if you put a pattern in it would fit. When do we leave?"

"Let me stay today and I'm leaving tomorrow"

"If you scrape it out now, you'll make it. Come back tomorrow morning"

Consult and decide on the replacement product.

After Girolamo returns, he quickly enters the creation of the pattern.

The double-edged pattern does not need to create an inversion like a single blade.

Sharpen even straight, stick it into the blade, and secure it so it doesn't fall out with a wooden hammer.

Only giving good goods leaves the buyer with more results than expected.

Good results lead to reputation and more buyers.

Thus, little by little, village iron products became known, even though it was originally not intended to spread iron products outside the village.