Seiun wo Kakeru

Four Stories Mining Part One

The morning after the banquet, while eating, I was able to hear more about Nazioni from Tania.

Age rewarms and mouths the bread she baked yesterday evening and the leftovers from the dishes she made.

Fresh vegetables and mountain vegetables, other than salted little by little, are starting to come up on the table.

The seasoning relationship is also enriched little by little, such as a simple dressing made by mixing olive oil and salt with apple vinegar.

"I see. The lord has three sons, and Dante, who came to the village of Siena, is three boys. The next Lord's seat has to come around first."

"Right. I've been doing whatever I want since I was a kid, and even in those years, my thoughts remain childhood. Because he was smoked out that he couldn't resist it in town, but didn't want to deal with it. Looks like they put me in trouble here."

"Was Mr. Catalina stained?"

"Looks like you've been dyeing wool. He didn't say it clearly, but he must be divorced."

"Oh, really?

"Maybe. There's no sign of a man..."

"But you've often gathered so much information in one day"

"Between cooking stories, it was a little public talk, so that's when"

Terrible intelligence-gathering capability.

I've heard that information from all over the village gathers at wellside meetings, but they're not lies.

Age has felt the horror of wellside meetings in various ways before.

When I gave Tania the ring, the story was widespread that night.

Blessed and teased down.

Sometimes when I first showed off my iron Chinese pot, orders arrived from housewives all over the village, and then I couldn't do anything other than make pot for a while.

He says the worse the rumors, the easier it is to spread, and he carves it in his heart to pay attention.

"Age, what are your plans for today?

"I guess I took the newcomers to mining iron ore, and then there's the look around what I developed in the village"

"In the field, in the water wheel, in the livestock... How long are you planning to be home?

"I'd like to go home by the time the chicken rings"

In addition to the sun clock, the chirping of the chicken acts as a clock replacement.

The chicken rings three times a day. The time is almost certain.

Tania slightly clouds her face with the same language of late return as usual, but there is an accumulation of things to do.

I haven't even grown up in Pietro enough to ask people for a job yet. I just have to do it myself.

Besides, there is the word "God dwells in the field."

Instead of making it and leaving it alone, there was also a desire to hear and refer to the opinions of those who actually used it.

I think Tania, who is burdened with it, would like to reward her with something.

"Good luck with your work"

"Tania, too, you mustn't mumble. It's not just my body."

"Yes, I'll ask Mr. Jane to help me too"

Gently stroke your stomach. I found it a little more bloated than before.

Fortunately, it was lighter, but Age rests well enough to be described as overprotective.

I was not at all comfortable in an environment where there were no medical devices.

There are no clinics to give birth to at home, but there is faecal urine due to livestock living together in the house.

This village has a very high maternal mortality rate.

Age sees that the cause would be fungus or microbes.

We needed to split up the livestock as soon as possible and clean up the whole house.

Purification of alcohol disinfectant is also progressing gradually and I intend to have it tried at the birth of other pregnant women.

"Not for the baby, not if Age mumbles,"

"I'm coming."

You have to stand around well to avoid stress.

Today is the first workplace experience for visitors from Nazioni.

We need to stick around so we don't cause problems.

There is a saying to strike the iron while it is hot. The first is the key.

Everyone, including Pietro, was already in place in front of the furnace that Age had designated as the meeting point.

It's not that long since the sun has risen.

Exactly. Is there anything to be late for the first day?

When Age looked over at the faces of all of them, the faces that still seemed to have fallen asleep stood out.

Pietro puffs his eyes. I guess I want to sleep because I'm still growing up.

Dante hasn't even tried to hide the absences, but he looks familiar and ready.

Cheerful is about Catalina making her eyes sparkle like a boy.

"Good morning, everyone"

"" Good morning!

"Uh-huh."

"You don't seem well. Good morning again."

"" Good morning!

There was also a mix of student-like greetings, but Agee let it start over.

Even if it is the son of a lord, you should at least be decent enough to say hello in an attempt to turn up the sound immediately.

The blacksmith world is tough.

There are a number of old clichés, which cause a shortage of successors.

But if you listen to each and every one of them in detail, you have a good idea.

To the extent that they are not loud, I also want to educate them.

"You all seem to have it, but you've got your stuff, haven't you?

"Yes! Scoop to the push car on the crane mouth, it's all set!

"Why bronze? Isn't there iron?

"Unfortunately, it's a sudden visitor, so I don't have enough to distribute it to everyone. Be patient. And there's a good reason for this."

I laugh bitterly.

I should certainly have made some more crane mouths.

I was putting it behind me because it was just me and Pietro doing the mining work.

I didn't expect that bump to come around like this.

"Yes, Mr. Age, what's the reason?

"Right. Actually, you can use it, but you'll see, if you dare, to grasp the ultimate in blacksmithing."

"Are you superb early!

"Damn, you're teaching so fast. That's suspicious."

Once you make the crane mouth, you don't need the number because you will only replace the first one later.

I would have been ready if I'd listened to you first, but that's not exactly what I could make yesterday today.

Since I have other jobs, I gathered the bronze crane mouth that I slept in a village joint barn for a while.

Iron cranes are now used to open their mouths.

Age regains her mind, staring lightly at the skeptical Dante.

"Well, it's quick, but I'm going to show you to your workplace."

"Yes! I'm looking forward to it."

"I guess it's nearby"

"About an hour's walk."

"Yikes......!

Pushing a ragged and handheld car, he moves on. The road is not paved, so the irregularities are intense. Whatever the short distance, now the long journey comes to the whole body.

Still much easier to take charge of.

However, if it rains too, the story will change.

Age sees the sky. It was a clear sunshine.

Good start.

There's nothing we can do about the weather alone.

I deserve my first job.

Walk in the woods.

Age takes the lead as a guide and cuts off the tweezers with a tweezer.

Plant growth is remarkable.

From the chopped leaves, the smell of a deep forest aroma arose.

The ragged, shitty noise followed by a hand-held car.

I may need to build a transport route next time.