Seiun wo Kakeru

At the end of his vision, there was a large amount of clay.

Twenty minutes walk from the hill.

Clay layers are exposed, sandwiched by red soil and the like, in places that have become steep slopes.

The fine earthy skin of the skin eye was found to be clay with one eye.

Age had dropped branches on the road with bronze twigs and had marked them.

Depressed and flourishing beast paths readily confuse those without land exploration like Age.

Pay as politely as you can, awkward but you can make your way.

There will be no problem coming to collect in the future if this is marked.

"Wow... Mr. Filippo was right. There's a lot of them."

"Ah, oh. Take as much as you want."

Is it the idea of a shared resource for everyone, without the feeling of someone's possession?

Anyway, I will need a lot of clay in the future, so I decided to thank you.

If you ask me, I need a lot of wood.

It is the job of the woodcutters to cut out wood and provide it.

Unless you cut through the mountains yourself, but naturally you had to pay the price.

But Age didn't have an ex now.

"I'm sorry, but until I can do things first, can you provide them in the form of borrowing?

"Wow, okay. If you can earn it, you can give it back."

Blacksmiths require a lot of fuel.

Whereas iron ore is five, the proportion of charcoal is roughly five to five.

More than 50% of the cost of production was spent on fuel, which was called blacksmithing in this era.

Also, a large amount of fire is needed for the heat-resistant brick of the furnace material before starting to make iron.

Thinking about it, we're going to need a huge amount of wood.

Thoughts and talks, Age moves her hands.

Dig up the exposed clay and transfer it to the cage.

"Pretty softer than I thought. Could Mr. Filippo please wait a moment?

"Hmm, I'll help."

The clay layer is still soft compared to rock beds, etc.

Even something like a bronze scoop could be collected relatively easily.

The clay has a moist touch.

The skin is meticulous and when the surface is ready, it has a very tight touch.

Filippo helped me with a small mouth count.

For a big body or much faster work than Age.

The scoop I use is also used as if it were a light branch.

All I was asked to do was guide me.

Filippo shouldn't have any in-laws to help here.

Filippo laughed as complete, not worrying about Age.

Silent, but sweet man, I think, Age.

Over about half an hour, clay gathered all over the cage.

It weighs dozens of kilos if you carry it.

On Age's shoulder, Zuri, and weighed.

My clavicle hurts like a clavicle.

It is not structured to distribute the burden, like a nylon rucksack.

A thin hemp rope made a critical noise and devoured itself.

"Shall we go back to the logging site once?"

"So, where can I pick iron, near here... why don't you leave your stuff and go that way?

"I'll take care of it"

To collect both at once, you need a load like a cow truck.

We need to go down the beast road, so a big car would hinder us from moving back.

You need to build a hand-held car.

There must be a carpenter in the village, so let's ask for a two-wheeler, not a four-wheeler.

The wheels will need to make something big because their feet are not beautifully ground.

One more thing I have to make, and I get a headache.

Phew, with a sigh of relief, Age follows Filippo behind him.

Because Filippo is used to mountain roads, he goes on and on without worrying about bad roads.

I avoid steps and mud as much as I can, but that's not absolute either.

Sometimes I didn't care to move on.

Filippo is matching Age's walking speed.

Otherwise I wouldn't have been able to follow you, although not very much.

Moreover, on the road, he represented an oligarchy but eloquent attitude, such as cutting open a jaw and cutting down a dangerous protruding branch.

"How many is Mr. Filippo?

"To... ku? About that."

Farmers are loud on the calendar.

Because the season is directly linked to the harvest, focusing on sowing.

I guess the calendar is not so important to Filippo, who is a wooden pigeon.

You're a little bit above yourself.

Age depends on this wooden twig.

"Got it"

"Is it here? You do have natural iron exposed. I've never seen it before."

A chunk of red, rusty iron is falling apart.

There will be hundreds of kilos by weight.

Even if 50% of the waste comes out in the middle of the blacksmithing operation, iron can still be collected for two or three hundred kilometres.

With that, it would be possible to build as many village productions as possible.

It also showed that if we dug the soil around here, we would likely be able to take new iron ore.

"Yes, you can have as much as you want"

"Are you okay?

"Because no one wants..."

It's just an unusual stone no matter how good it is if you don't know how to refine and process it.

While the village held a large quantity of precious iron, it was in fact unable to take advantage of one.

"How do I proceed from here to come from the village in the shortest possible time?

"Here... here, straight"

They're in position northwest of the village.

The place where the clay can be removed will be northwest of the village.

When Age climbed a little higher, he could see the overhead roof of the village chief's house.

I see...... If I put it at a straight distance, it would be about 15 minutes. I'm not sure about the scaffolding, so don't come in two or thirty minutes.

There is a large river, clay can be taken, iron can be picked.

I found that there was a village in a privileged place.

"Hih, when the sun goes down, it's hard to go home"

"Right. Shall we go home soon?"

Too bad I'm here because of this, but I'm not likely to be able to take the iron home.

To Age, the clay alone was the best, and Filippo has his own business.

I couldn't leave it to the boulders to hold my baggage.

The fact that measures were put in place to obtain the resources that would be needed in starting the blacksmith was a very significant step forward.

First, create a small fire furnace. And the creation of blacksmith tools is the first step.

"What are you going to build?

"It's a small kiln. I can't do it very hot, but I can make charcoal."

It was a Tania question that seemed unusual.

If all of a sudden he brings a large amount of dirt to his house, he'll naturally wonder.

Charcoal has some ways of not cutting down dead trees and turning them into charcoal on the spot with direct fire, but if Age, who is also an expert, does it, it will be the worst mountain fire.

For this reason, it was necessary to build a kiln for charcoal first.

The village didn't make charcoal, even with firewood for the winter.

Age's closest and smallest furnace known was seven wheels.

But this doesn't keep the temperature constant.

There is an inconvenience that the hot part melts every time, so it needs to be reinforced every time.

I had no idea to use it in the future, but the principle is that it can be made even if it is so simple.

Right next to the house, work out and assemble the clay, which was made a little softer by including water.

"I'll help too"

"Then I'll make the foundation part, so can you stack it up?"

"I'll take care of it. I still work hard every day."

I grin and Tania does not hesitate to reach for the clay.

No cream, every day of manual work.

Rough hands all over the clay.

"Haha, that's pretty tough, Mr. Age"

"Thank you. You're more powerful than I thought."

By the time we could, we were both sweaty and muddy.

It must have come on when I wiped the sweat, even on Tania's neat face, with mud on it.

Create a circular roof and attach the chimney so that the heat climbs.

Flat stones are used to smooth out the surface of the clay.

The sun was falling.

The bright red sky is clear and beautiful everywhere.

It takes about three days for the damp clay to dry.

In the meantime, I will consult with two wheeled hand-held cars and make bricks.

Once that is done, we will finally get to work on the smelting furnace.

If you want to continuously make good things, you need excellent tools to do so.

Age somehow understood the matter more deeply than anyone else.