Ore no Ongaeshi: High Spec Murazukuri

It has been some time since he took the three famous horses “ham horses" who were in the meadows and triumphed over the village.

In the borderline village of Uld, we are in the middle of planting “Inahon”, which is very similar to rice.

"Brother Yamato, is this the right interval to plant?

"Free up some more sensation. Plant it to match that line."

"Uh, really?

"Overstuffing reduces yield. I mean, you guys eat less."

"Shh, that's not good. We need to fix this!

To everyone in the village experiencing planting for the first time, I, the site supervisor, give precise instructions.

I had explained and prepared beforehand, but I am struggling with unfamiliar planting.

"Brother Yamato (oh dear), is this okay?

"Oh, you're doing great. That's a lot of good stuff."

"Thank you, Brother Yamato! The Han tribe is a tribe that lives with meadows. I'm used to grass handling."

"Right."

Among them, the children of the Han tribe of the people of the meadows, who have become new residents of the village of Uld, are quite good planters.

Having taken care of horse sheep since birth, they always deal with large quantities of leaves. I would be used to grass in that sense as well.

"Lord Yamato, look at me."

"Oh, now I'm fine. Then don't push too hard, village chief."

"It's easier than taking care of wheat, Lord Yamato."

"I'm counting on you"

Old people and old women from the village also participate in the planting.

Hand planting work, like lightning, takes the most manpower and time in a year. I had told them, who are older, not to force them too much.

(But it's my fault... I feel better these days...)

When I came to this village, the old men could not guess when it came to hard work.

But the old folks over the last few months feel a lot more energetic than they did in the beginning.

Maybe eating a nutritious diet stably increases your strength and strength.

If so, it is a delightful miscalculation, and reliable in the future.

The planting of Inahon will be a large area that opens up natural paddies in the woods and wastelands in the village.

The villagers will all work together and continue their work with courage.

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It's been a few days since we started planting.

"All right, that's it for planting. Well done, guys."

The planting of Inahong, the villager general mobilization, was finally completed. I will give voice to the muddy villagers.

"I planted the last one. That would be awesome!

"No, mine's the last one."

"No, it was the last time because we Han people's fields are far away"

"" Uh, that's cheating. "

The planting of heavy labor is over, and everyone is exhausted.

But everyone is grinning, wrapped in an indescribable fullness in its face.

"All right, everybody, come clean up your bodies in the creek. The old ladies prepare a warm lunch in the square. I'm taking all my work off specially this afternoon."

I instruct the villagers to schedule this aftermath.

"Oh! Lunch, and rest! All right, we need to get to the creek at the top!

"The Hans don't like to lose. Let me win the race."

"Oh? Whatever the horseback riding is, there's no way the people of Uld are going to lose in the rush! All right, competition!

"Uh, guys, wait."

Where did you get the fatigue earlier?

The children run to the creek simultaneously and try to get to lunch at their best.

(Oh man...... that's just how kids are a chunk of life)

I laugh bitterly in my heart at such a cheerful and messy sight.

"The children are really well, Mr. Yamato"

"Oh, yeah"

Risha, the village chief's granddaughter, who was next to me, is also smiling at the sight.

Even for her, who recently welcomed a fourteen-year-old adult, the children of the village will be dazzled and visible.

"Mr. Riesha, if you have lunch too, take the day off"

"Yes, thank you for your attention. Of course, Master Yamato's off, right?

"Oh, let me take it slow today or so"

I was forcing the villagers off this afternoon to do a few days of heavy labor.

This is an imitation of my country grandmother's habits in Japan.

Forced half-time breaks have the purpose of restoring planting fatigue as well as deepening the rapprochement of the villagers in Uld.

After the completion of heavy labour in cooperation with each other, an indescribable sense of union is created and rapprochement deepens.

In particular, he had welcomed the Han tribe, an orphan, to the new villagers, with the aim of removing at all the hedges with them.

"But the children are already completely friends, Yamato."

"Oh, how are you or how are you trying to be, kids?"

Approximately to the realization of such adults, the Urdu children and the Han children had already become friends, as they had done earlier.

Sometimes we are children to each other, and there will be no preconceptions or pride like adults. It's refreshing to watch in a direct ball game.

"Okay, so let's say we go to lunch, Mr. Riesha."

Yes, Mr. Yamato.

Final confirmation of the planting was completed and we decided to head to the square.

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The "Good Luck Party” of planting in the village square was in full swing.

"I made a lot of pans with“ Onigiri "today, so eat a lot"

"Oh!“ I'll have it. "!"

"Yes,“ I'll have it "!"

Everyone is delighted to eat for lunch prepared by the old ladies during the morning.

The words of gratitude I taught you before, 'I will have it', and 'Onigiri' made from Inahong rice, seem to have penetrated a lot in this village as well.

The children flock to replace their prepared lunches, as they contend with Us.

"Would you like a glass of Lord Yamato, too?

"Oh, I'll have it"

On the other hand, the old men on the top of the square are healing their fatigue with the local liquor, the Urd. It's a tired feast today, which also lifts the ban on the village's precious liquor.

I don't hate alcohol. I'll take it lighter during the day.

"And Lord Gaton, please."

"Uhm, it's no wonder. Village chief."

Gaton, an old blacksmith from the Mountain Hole clan next to me, also laid back and relaxed.

Jii of Gaton did not participate in the planting, but he was working hard to create some of the new tools I asked for.

"Even so," planting "is manual and inefficient."

"Precision planting can only be done by hand. I can't help it all."

"Well, even with Lord Sage, can't you think of the wisdom to be more efficient?

"Let the buffalo (wild ox) pull you, I can think of a fairly complicated tool, but what do you do, Mr. Jii?"

"No, let's not. Onusi asked me to do it now. I'm full of other things."

"Right."

It is difficult to produce tools to streamline planting, which is a heavy labor.

Until the advent of the planting convenience in Japan, hand-planting should have dominated.

In this degree of civilization of different worlds, we can't bottom-up the technical skills just to the Combine. I intend to continue to take care of the fields by hand.

By the way, the example bow that Onusi asked for is almost complete.

"That's a long time ago. That's Jii from Gaton."

"There's nothing out there to praise. Well, I didn't just simplify my last lady's mechanical long bow (marionette bow). It's easy."

"Indeed."

These days the old artisan Gaton had the tools he was asking for as a priority.

It is an instrument of hunting for the children of the Han tribe of the people of the meadows, who have become new inhabitants.

I was designing a new bow to be prototyped by Jii of Gaton, adapted to their characteristics as a born horseback riding nation.

I look forward to the completion of the prototype.

"Brother Yamato..."

It was then.

Someone called me in a small voice from behind.

"What's up? Is something wrong?"

It's a little younger than Risha who's been speaking up.

She is a painting girl who has long been good at painting and now directs the recording of village work as a secretary.

Seeing where you have the village record ledger in your hand, something would have gone wrong. I ask gently.

"Actually... I had a problem with the stock in the food bank..."

"I see...... that's not good. All right, all right. Trying to go look in the food pantry."

I set up a feast seat and headed to the warehouse to see with my own eyes the "big problem” that had arisen.