Tensei Shoujo no Rirekisho

The baked stone bath was a brilliant success and was well received by Mr. Eileen. The baked stone bath also melts out minerals from the stone, so the hot water itself feels somewhat smooth.

The work on the baking stone bath was then added as normal business, when I drew water, put it in the tub, and the salaried servant was in charge of baking stones. Fire management is not a child.

But me, I can draw water in a bucket and stay in the tub. It's so hard to work. I went back and forth and had muscle aches. But it can't be hard. Because this is a black company...!

He also made a drawing of the yarn wheel and well afterwards, and when he took it to Mr. Claude, he was to look at the drawing and put his other work behind him until he put his strength into it.

But as for the well, it didn't feel good to be a little... Apparently, well things are also in this world. In larger cities such as Wang Du, it seemed that some of them were using wells.

However, once upon a time in Rainforest territory here, when I tried to build a well, I had an opinion from the people that 'er, a well is heavy to pull - it takes time - and I can't be weak - my back hurts and I'm upset when I'm old,' and at that time I had a lot of wizards, so I couldn't afford it, so I became a pond method.

No, I honestly listened to that story and said, 'Ahem? Don't be sweet, pull it out of the well like water or gora!' I thought, 'but is that because my heart is narrow? Is it the late idea that my mind has also turned into a black company? Is that right?

Mr. Claude was trying once and for all to work on creating a well that he might have no choice in the current situation where there is a lack of wizards, so I desperately hid the inner black RYOU and if that's the case, I'll put out a few more improved drawings - making it feel less powerful to pull too much - and I answered and recovered the drawings. Knock.

Later, he submitted to Mr. Claude an improved portion of the pulling pulley and a drawing of the pumped well.

The pumped well referred to piston water cannons made in elementary school science classes. If you fill the well with vacuum or water and make the tube inside look like a piping, it seems that the water will come out zabber at that pressure along with the piston motion. I'm not sure because I haven't experimented. So just in case, there are two suggestions for improvement. Once they were both to make it for me to try.

The spiritual user seemed to know the water vein, magical as it was pinned and where it came from, when he dug the soil, the water came out. It wasn't long before Mr. Eileen once again magically processed the holes with stone and built the wells there.

I knew it was an amazing wizard. If you have a wizard, you don't even need a heavy machine to dig the dirt, Scop! City convenience store, wizard!

The yarn wheel was made by a clever servant at hand according to the drawings I wrote the prototype. When I tried it, the yarn curls slightly, so I did a little rework and finished it. When I turn the pulley around, the karakara and the thread rolls around, and the cotton is also wrapped in circles and threaded. Something fun.

Even the first person on the yarn wheel made sure that the yarn could easily be created with about a few minutes of lecture, Mr. Eileen. With his good magic, he mass-produced some and put the yarn wheel in the nearest settlement at the beginning.

Thanks to a thousand teeth, the peasants who are entertaining their time have the guts to lend them yarn trucks and make yarns.

Only a few threads were made, but it was so tense to tell the villagers that it could be exchanged for money.

Harvested crops are collected as taxes. They seemed to consume, sell and replace the remaining crops themselves and use up what they had harvested in the stream of saying they would get other crops and whatnot, and they didn't have a problem with their lives, but they didn't have much like savings. The aristocratic precincts have easy jobs but high tax rates.

The village of Galligari had little or no tax collection. I think Pioneering Village is probably an abandoned village. Experimental site to see if a field can be plowed without a wizard. It was like people coming to collect didn't expect taxes either.

I tried everything at once, but the disadvantages came after all.

First of all, as for the well, it worked well with the pumped one, so I installed all the pumped wells, but a Kramer came out that said something like, 'Because of the water, stones are better, I can soak up the water faster - I'm used to it -'.

Ugh, fool! I grabbed a glimpse of what I wanted to say, and it was a briefing about well water, and it was good for hygiene, and the water temperature was constant, and there's something about it. It's fun to push the handle! and decided to let the five-year-old (me) play happily around the well with Cakkauf and deceive him.

As far as yarn trucks are concerned, apparently it turns out that making them by magic will increase the absolute quantity that can produce yarn. I mean, when you try to make yarn out of the same amount of cotton, it's strange to say that a yarn made of magic can do a lot more yarn than a yarn wheel. Speaking of which, the wizard who came to Galligari Village also made fish traps with three straws, but three straws shouldn't be enough.

Sounds like magic has the effect of increasing the substance. How does that work. Magic. No, does it not work or is it magic? Doesn't magic work? I'm not sure anymore.

But the amount of yarn that can be made in a day is definitely more hand-made by the villagers than by magic, so in a big way, it was decided to proceed with the production of yarn using the yarn wheel as it is.

Yarn making went well. Conversely, if the stock of cotton was about to run out by the cotton harvest, a new problem popped in.

Sometimes about wells and yarn trucks, I went outside, but basically, as a little boy, a woman of great shape yelled at me when I was doing all sorts of things in the mansion.

She was a wizard. Mainly, the wizard under the direct authority of the Rainforest family who receives the made yarn after it has been dyed by the dyer to cloth it from the yarn. I mean, he was a machine-woven wizard.

If you listen to me with Mr. Claude, the yarn has been producing too fast lately to keep up with the weaving! The workplace is flooded with yarn, just look at the yarn and you're about to throw up, Keeeeeeee! I've complained.

Right, right, one step ahead of depression? No, but it's okay while you're energetic saying Keeeeeeee. You can still do it! You can work for my company!

Turned into a complete black corporate brain, I tried to tell him so, but Mr. Claude, next door, said, "Okay. Now, let's get Liu to make something," he replied quickly.

Hey, what about my will? No more. Keeeeeeee!

To my last bitterness, there's no more wizard intervention to make cloth products, is there? Everything else is fine, isn't it? And I took confirmation, and it seemed okay, so I agreed to create a drawing of a shaved loom.

Until cloth products are available, they mean tilling/tanneling (humans) - growing (wizards) - harvesting (humans) - yarnmaking (who were wizards) - dyeing (humans) - weaving (wizards) - needlework (humans/some wizards) - shipping sales (humans).

There's nothing more I can do about the item to grow (wizard), so I decided I didn't see it, and if I clear the weave, it seems like I can barely use human power later.

I don't know what it means to be a wizard until the weave. Oh, but even in Japan, there used to be a princess named Weaver, but there was a god who was weaving. Well, well, then I can't help it - well, well - and somehow I ended up making drawings with a proper fantasy to comfort myself with.

This is another loom that was on the historical illustrative material for the stance of straining the longitudinal thread, passing the transverse thread through the zigzag, and filling it with tantalum with something like kushi.

I made a prototype and tried it, but the cloth is not bad. But the speed... is slow.

The wizard's machine weaves fast. When he casts a spell, he weaves himself into a cloth so that the yarn dances on its own.

But humans are human and man-made tactics. That way, you shouldn't lose even at speed. Introduce a large number of weaving machines and recruit artisans. I also got a few people here from yarn making combinations.

The basics were rushed. The wizard made the job, and besides that, it became a trend for people to say they would make it with a loom. The more experience you gain in creating cloth on a loom, the faster it will probably go. It is a prediction that it will gradually reduce the burden of the wizard.

And then once in a while, a tired old man's spiritual use came along with a tension called 'Help - Neither O' and started twisting some tools to make the job easier.

I'm not a convenience store, Noobi-kun!

I tell him there's nothing I can do in front of that cheet-like ability to grow crops, although I only know enough about spirit-user work to grow crops.

Still, the spiritual user persists in coming to talk to me, so when I asked him why, he talked about the lack of spirits in the field lately, so I didn't think I could see and know the spirits, but for once I talked about fertilizers and suggested spreading them because other than the cotton part of the cotton is incinerated disposal.

However, I don't feel like there's any point in making it grow by magic anyway, but I can't pluck the thought. I think that magic is really sloppy.

For once, with the advent of yarn wheels, these peasants started yarnmaking and weaving in their free time, and they stopped wasting all their field work, so there seemed to be fewer queues waiting for Spirit users to work.

And until I did such a nasty thing, the dinner party with Irene and her sons was held successfully.

Rather, that was becoming the normal routine.

The first dinner party was laughable when Alan and Cain Fong were all so nervous about the gucci gucci to Mr. Irene. Mr. Claude was having dinner with me later about his seat, but only that Mr. Claude, he was eating as usual, so he floated awesome, and that was funny, too.

But if I kept doing it every day, it seemed like I was getting used to it, and now it's a peaceful family reunion dinner party.

I'm very happy, but honestly, I didn't feel much of a twist either. Just a little bit.

Alan's eclampsia is also getting less, and when it comes to changing clothes and helping him take a hot bath, he stopped barking when he asked a servant other than me, a man's servant, to change him.

It seems Cain Fong convinced Alan to change and bathe in hot water because he prefers a man's servant. After all, Cain Fong seemed concerned about getting a girl to help.

Cain Fong was 8 when we met too, but he was 9 years old already. I wonder if it's time for you to get old.

I was 6 years old too.

And from that time on, rumors began to rise that there was some suspicious man looking for me.