Ore no Ongaeshi: High Spec Murazukuri

The spring sun is warmly illuminating the village of Uld.

Me and the village chief's granddaughter Risha decided to go check on the paddy fields outside the village.

"The water in the fields is stretched well."

"This is the field, isn't it, Yamato?"

"Oh, Inahon's paddy fields created in people's hands... that's the" fields ”"

"I see."

In front of me was a paddy field with water.

The sights, divided equally into squares, are exactly the same as the fields of Japan.

(A field in another world... a really strange combination. But I miss you...)

I get emotional in my mind about the sight of an unlikely combination.

This is where I've been planning and letting the villagers open up since last fall. The sight of water entering and completing before planting is an indescribable sense of homecoming.

"This is... Miss Riesha to Lord Yamato. Are you going out of your way to patrol this village?"

"Oh, I'm here to check on Mizuta and Miao."

One of the old men asking to manage the paddy fields calls out. They were entrusted mainly with the management of water and the growing of seedlings in Inahon.

Take the old man's guide to the nursery hut.

"Well... the seedlings are growing well"

"Hey, as Lord Yamato told me, I've been paying attention to the temperature here."

Keep planting, please.

"Heh."

Check the status of Inahong's seedling shed and give instructions. Careful attention should be paid, especially with regard to temperature.

"This is the seedling, isn't it, Yamato?"

"Oh. I'm going to grow up a little bigger and then plant this in the paddy fields"

"This one wears a lot more than just planting it straight away with seeds."

"According to my calculations, there must be more than twice as much harvest as last year."

"Is that twice as much harvest! … that's Yamato."

Riesha was surprised that she had only the knowledge of direct planting by seed.

Seedling-style planting, which is common sense in modern Japan, is a revolutionary agricultural method that nobody does in this world.

(Don't let the work you've been trying and erring since last fall finally bear fruit...)

The agricultural revolution that I carry out in the village is not only seedling.

A major result of this was the tillage work by the buffalo (Wild Ox).

Buffalo (Wild Ox) is a big wild cow that I have captured in the woods.

The original temperament is very dear, but a dangerous cow that, once rampaged on with its giant, repels even the giant bear.

I had captured many of the wild buffaloes (Wild Ox) and allowed them to be raised in the village. The buffalo (Wild Ox) fed from a man's hand works obediently.

(You had imaginary horsepower...)

There is a farming apparatus called Bovine Cultivation (Giuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu), which I designed and produced by the old blacksmith Gaton. I let it pull to help open the wasteland.

Thanks to a buffalo (Wild Ox) with several times the horsepower of a normal cow, the soil in the village field was well mixed and richly farmed with fertilizer, and the wasteland had thus evolved into a stunning paddy field.

The image of the shock suffered by the villagers at that time would have been about 'a powerful tractor suddenly appeared in a village on the border'.

"To grow seedlings, formulate fertilizers, deal with weeds, etc... you really know everything about Yamato. It's really amazing..."

"I didn't hate dirt bullies."

Flush Risha's reverence with humility and lightness. This humility is true, not exaggerated.

These reforms that I am carrying out in my village are only natural in modern Japan. Rather, it's just imitating Edo-Meiji-era agricultural technology, which is close to civilization.

She finds it awesome because this otherworldly agricultural culture is lagging behind.

No, maybe the diligent greats of Japan were awesome. In my heart I thank them.

Leave the Seedling Hut to continue patrolling the village.

"Ah. Brother Yamato, and Leisha. Hello."

There was a girl calling out to us like that. She's a little younger than Risha.

"Were you keeping track of the paddy fields?"

"Yes, as Brother Yamato told me, I was recording in pictures and letters"

It was the painting girl who had spoken up. This child is not physically stronger than the boys and girls in other villages.

But under the influence of his parents, who were artisans, he painted quite well from a young age. So since last year I have been instructing the secretary to record the work of the village.

"There's still a lot of paper. Tell me when you're short."

"Yes, thank you very much, Brother Yamato"

The large backpack for mountaineering, which I have also carried from Japan, also contained many college notebooks and sketchbooks. I'm giving this girl these notebooks and pens that I have no use for right now.

It's called "Brother Yamato," by the way, but someone else in total red.

The children of the other villages said, 'Brother Yamato!' Cause I'm calling it, and I'm calling it polite as she is. I don't have a sister.

"Master Yamato's paper is incredibly white and beautiful whenever you see it"

Reesha, who was next door, has changed and is impressed. I'm stunned by the quality of the girl's notebook.

"Is such“ white paper ”unusual?

"Yes, it's usually parchment paper, wood skin, etc. Once upon a time, the paper that the pedestrians showed us was rougher, dirtier, and extraordinarily expensive."

"... I see"

There are some convincing explanations for the village chief's granddaughter Risha.

Japan is a tree culture and is historically familiar with both paper and Japanese paper. In this medieval continent, papermaking techniques have probably not yet been developed.

But this was an opportunity. I have an idea.

"Next time, we'll make some paper in the village."

"What! Paper..."

"I can't get this far with white paper, but I can do it with Japanese paper."

"You can also make paper, Yamato..."

It's amazing, Brother Yamato.

The two girls are touched, but this isn't a big deal.

With the influence of her parents, who called herself an adventurer, I have several experiences in Japanese paper making in Japan.

I had also found a tree in the woods that was just right for Japanese paper, and it's not that complicated when it comes to tools.

In the village of Uld, rich in fresh water, fine Japanese paper will surely be able to make it.

Of course, in terms of tools, let the old blacksmith Gaton and his grandchildren make them.

"Hmm... what a rumor."

It was then.

There are shadows coming this way, calling my name from the centre of the village.

"Yamato kid's brother! I was here."

"What's up, Mr. Jii's use of Gaton?

It was a Mountain Hole boy who came to get me. These are the only people who call me 'the kid's brother'.

He's one of Gaton's twin grandchildren, an old blacksmith, and this guy is also a blacksmith apprentice. Instead of the inert (bulky) gatons, he comes to me often as a user.

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"Well, tell him I'm going to the square now"

"Yeah, I'll tell Jii."

That being said, the Mountain Hole tribe boy runs to his workshop. He's as healthy as ever.

"Yamato..." Example bow ”means..."

"Oh, it's Reesha's I asked Jii from Gaton"

"You're finally done..."

"There is also a final adjustment. We're going back to the square."

"Yes, Mr. Yamato!

Thus Ole and Riesha decided to finish their patrol and return to the village square.

For Reesha, the hunter, to see how well the long bow was specially designed by me.