Cardboard Houses Do Not Tear

32 – Pioneer Village

Okay. Have you ever had the experience of standing in a daze in the middle of a pioneering village when you woke up?

If, by any chance, you are a former graduate school graduate who blew up your thesis, you have a plausible question about whether the other world has implemented fast travel these days.

First of all, let’s start by tearing hard at the cheek.

…Was it pinched?

“Ah.”

Now the next question.

Just in case, the white-colored ‘anti-sleep talking gag’, which fell freely from the unconsciously opened mouth to the ground, was wet with saliva, revealing a synesthetic presence.

Have you felt the throbbing and pulling pain in your jaw joint that creeps up after a while?

“Oh, it’s the chin.”

Congratulations then. You passed the G-House test.

Everything you see in front of you isn’t a dream, it’s a reality with all the other trifles gone.

So, as I walked back with my exhausted body, the strange sight of a goblin with the bread Betty gave me stuck in its mouth was eaten by other goblins.

Everything is omitted except for the depiction of the rolling process of the wagon repaired with the parts brought by Blender.

After realizing that it was not a dream, I moved quickly.

The act of quickly picking up the gag, brushing off the dust, and giving your impressions while stroking the sore temporomandibular joint.

“Oh my God. Time seems to be jumping these days.”

“Mr. G-House. Why the hell did you have a handkerchief in your mouth?”

The leader of the prianian squad, who was looking at me strangely from the side, asked.

‘It’s a handkerchief that I used to sleep on in case it would cry again when I was sleeping, but I forgot to take it off because I wasn’t awake.’

“It is a summer custom in the Far East. It is a tradition to absorb sweat from the tongue with a cloth and pray to God that the tongue will not slip due to the sweat.”

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After answering the question of the prianian squad leader, I looked around.

Our destination. It was an ordinary pioneer village.

Of course, it is a pioneer village, but it is just a place where slash-and-burn farmers live together.

To describe the scenery that passed before my eyes while I was sleeping.

There is a forest of parched trees if you go over the wooden fence door that is a little far away and walk along the road that runs between the fields for about 5 minutes.

Just think of the trees that are almost black and dry.

Because, as always with slashing fire, you start by drying the moisture thoroughly before setting fire to the forest.

There is nothing beyond that to see.

On the way back from the camp, I looked at the green forest for five more hours and got off the wagon five more times on the way to see the green goblin corpse.

So when I came back and looked in front of me, there were a lot of houses built with parts of the dry trees I mentioned earlier.

The roof of a house that looks like a neowa house in Gangwon-do was tied up with ropes, but I wondered if it was because it was a windy area.

So, the Pioneer Village is the following place.

At least, wooden fences lined with living beige trees block all sides like a prison, and the more you farm, the more you fall into the dilemma of having to go farther to find firewood for a fire at night.

That’s why the idiots who don’t farm because they’re hard on firewood have already died of starvation.

It is like a group migration village of diaspora-like friends who wander in another world in search of a place where trees and water flow instead of milk and honey.

A place where there is no one without a story except for a newborn baby, and a hermit full of secrets is buried as food on the ground where intelligence is depleted.

At the same time.

Kikik.

“Get down quickly!”

“hehehe.”

“Hey.”

The place where the children, brightly smiling sullenly in that corner, are pointing their fingers at several Petit Golfian G-houses getting off the wagon.

Yes. The identity of our cargo is a slave.

There was a reason Sten had said that last night, and a reason the other guards were now averting their eyes from the wagon.

Unexpectedly, slaves are sold even in pioneering villages.

It is fire that makes the plain, but man has to cultivate it, and slaves to hoe in his place are needed here too.

Other than that, I don’t know how to write.

I’ve never thought of it, I don’t want to think about it, I don’t even think about it.

But I’ve only lived as a slave once, so I don’t know, but at least I’m less likely to die from people than where I used to run.

Of course, there are some friends who ran for freedom in a vast field with open fields and became manure when the owner’s ax got stuck in their heads, but

And among them, the one who had to escape would have escaped alive.

That was not a matter for me to meddle with.

Slaves were legal in Britain, and I’m not Lincoln.

So I just did what I had to do.

Sereung.

I pulled out a Selendian with my thumb and warned one of them who was slyly pointing at the prianian squad leader, then looked towards the top row.

As usual in trade, a barter was made between the two who found an agreement.

One could not move, but was more precious than life, and the other could move, but was less precious than money.

At last the slaves reached their destination.

And we have finally reached the turning point.

Now, if I get a day and a half more nervous, I can stare blankly at the roof with no holes in the straw of a comfortable and stinging warehouse.

‘f*ck, I should buy a book when I go back this time.’

It was real hell just staring blankly at the forest.

After the village chief who took over the sold slaves disappeared somewhere, the upper class spread the items they had brought on the stalls and started business.

As I was about to go to the squad leader standing by the stall, someone spoke to me.

“Um, hey, G-House.”

“Are you awake now?”

Sten and Blender didn’t drink.

“Ugh. I thought I was dying.”

After making such a joke, I looked at the two of them.

“By the way, Blender, you had a hard time getting wagon parts.”

“You say all sorts of things.”

He replied, stroking his beard.

Of course, Blender, who ran to the village with a merchant on board, received no punishment or tackle.

The reason was simple. In a situation where there was no clear evidence that Blander had committed the crime, he would only get a back attack if he pushed for nothing, and there were 5 party members to defend him.

Isn’t there a saying that if you’re not sure, don’t watch the match?

Blander asked, touching his beard.

“By the way. What now?”

“What more could there be to do in this little town? All I have to do is just stand there blankly and stop those with bad hand habits.”

“How about a drink in the evening?”

“Do you have security work?”

Blander answered with a smile.

“Guard work? Mark and Betty decided to stand by. Perun and Lily take turns in the middle.”

“Don’t worry about the price of alcohol, um.”

Sten added a word.

“Those are the people who won’t see you once this mission is over. That, the loyalty to give me a drink was formed last night. Hmm.”

“What’s wrong?”

Then he looked at me and said.

“Didn’t you save our colleague?”

Sten didn’t stutter.

“……”

The reason is very reasonable.

What should I do?

“No alcohol. We have to be prepared for the unexpected.”

At that time, the prianian squad leader who was standing next to the upper column came this way.

“Hmm.”

“It’s a pity to part like this…”

As if seeing their expressions shrink in front of power, she continued.

“We will cook dinner for you in return. We also have the loyalty to treat you to a meal.”

As Sten returned her words, the faces of the two adventurers showed strange expressions.

“Oh my God.”

“I never thought I would see a security guard handing out food in my life.”

“I am not making it.”

Listening to them, the prianian squad leader pointed at me.

“Mr.

I understood the meaning of the prianian squad leader.

It was an idea to fundamentally block the danger of poison or medicine.

She also prepared meticulously. She has been airlifting groceries to the point of carrying a separate bag.

That’s why the only thing that could be supplied in the village was air.

Since we said we would treat it, it was an offer they couldn’t refuse.

“Are you okay? The material cost wouldn’t be too bad. Because we ate a lot.”

Blander asked. A smile came out of his mouth.

“I thought it would be a real treat if we prepared the ingredients ourselves.”

Prianian’s squad leader still replied bluntly.

“After all, we will have to stay at the headquarters again when we return to the Hebrides, so we had better run it up quickly.”

Even the reason for insisting on the ingredients is perfect.

So he didn’t say anything.

As she said, it’s only right that we treat them like that.

It’s because I cook.

‘f*ck.’

“I will.”

“Well, it’s good for us.”

I nodded, and the two adventurers nodded in agreement.

The pitying eyes on me were a bonus.

“Then we go to your lodgings in the evening.”

They made an appointment like that and passed by me.

“I have a lot of trouble meeting the wrong boss. A friend with good skills.”

“Ehh, tsk tsk.”

And they said one word at a time.

“Yes?”

“No.”

For some reason, the backs of them passed by, saying a word so that only I could hear it.

And next to me, I heard a voice burrowing like a snake.

“Good evening, Mr. G-House?”

The prianian squad leader said to me with a slight smile.

***

“By the way, squad leader.”

“Yes?”

Hakishi Wetland Fire Station.

Young master said, “Isn’t it fun to learn from time to time while learning?”

The reason Young master’ words came out all of a sudden is because I found another way to annoy people by moving with my body.

Bakbakbak.

“Do you have any problems?”

As I was peeling potatoes, I said a word to the squad leader who was talking like he didn’t know anything.

“Are you going to just sit by and watch?”

And that is to sit right next to you and watch the process of someone fetching water from a spring far away, washing ingredients in that water, and preparing them.

But I learned, I learned, but I wasn’t happy.

I felt like a man who couldn’t become a gentleman after all.

“So what?”

And the nasty young lady who helps me to understand it myself, asked again dubiously.

Suddenly, I was furious and said a word.

“At first, I was thinking of serving a meat stew.”

“I did?”

“I’m seriously thinking of making vegetable oat porridge and serving it.”

If there’s one thing home cooking is great about, it’s that it can suddenly drift through the menu and turn everyone involuntarily vegan.

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‘I haven’t cut the meat yet.’

The build-up is enough, I mean.

“Oh my God. Then Mr. Blender won’t pick up an axe. ‘What kind of dinner is this!’ While doing.”

The prianian squad leader answered while bouncing his side sword. An eerie sound was heard.

In the eyes of the woman who sold the blender, there was a mischievous look in her eyes that she would cut me up instead if the meat ran out.

But I didn’t intend to sit down and do it all.

That’s why I put some saliva on my lips.

“By any chance, Captain Priyanian, can’t you cook?”

“I can’t do it. But do I need to do it myself?”

As she said that, she spoke again with a strange feeling in her voice.

“There is a man in front of me who is already doing well.”

After hearing those bewitching words, I answered right away.

“Nice to meet you. One vegetable oat porridge is a mercenary, Golfian G-House, which boils amazingly well.”

“Yes?”

“I just heard what you said and decided to switch to vegetable oat porridge for dinner tonight. Thank you Squad leader.”

I said as I put the meat in the bag.

Pak.

Then she immediately pulled out her meat and said dumbfounded.

“No, why are you putting the meat back in?”

“Squad leader Priianian says that there is a man who is good at it, but which man can substitute what he is good at?”

I said it right away.

“I’m not good at meat stew, so I’d like to present something I’m good at instead.”

Her expression collapsed slightly. I held back a laugh.

‘You should have added the subject, young lady.’

Because she said it without adding a subject, the ‘doing well’ she was talking about could be ‘vegetable oat porridge’.

I decided to give the prianian squad leader the preciousness of the subject.

“Please give the squad leader and adventurers a chance to do what I do best-“

“No, are you saying that you helped me and continued to play?”

“No way. How could the squad leader think that way?”

I said with a serious expression on my face.

Sorry, actually.

But what if you say so?

After.

Prianian Squad Leader sighed and then opened his mouth again.

“Then make it something else other than what you are good at.”

“Is there anything you would like to eat?”

“The stew with meat I was talking about.”

She revealed her true colors. She took the bait.

“Then please help me. Priyanian Squad Leader.”

I reached out to her right away and said.

“Me?”

She asked, placing the meat in my hand.

“I’m sorry, but I’m not good at what the squad leader said. But there is a person in front of me who is good at cooking.”

“I never said that.”

“You said you can’t cook, but wouldn’t that mean you’re good at cooking? If you’re twice as mercenary, you’ll at least do better than me.”

“No, how can you say that-“

I was just about to put the meat into my backpack, and the prianian squad leader grabbed my wrist.

“I’ll just change it to something I’m good at, squad leader. Vegetable oat porridge is okay?”

“…I will only cut the meat.”

Declaring her defeat, she took her meat.

“Please make the seasoning too.”

I had another drink there.

Prianian Squad Leader sighed and said yes.

Ting, ting.

I just watched her do it, bouncing a selendian quietly beside her.

This is the real taste.

After boiling the stew for a while, she looked at me and asked.

“You are looking at it, right?”

“Of course.”

She turned her head again, and I bounced the knife again.

Ting, ting.

So.

I felt the pleasure of learning what she had learned from her before her and putting her to use.

I was able to learn a heartwarming lesson that there is nothing wrong with the words of the old people.