Ascendance of a Bookworm

I was going to make papyrus with the stems that I had picked, but the trouble was, I didn't get it right away.

"Mine"

"Huh!?

"Where are you going? You said we'd start winter duty today, right?

My mother grabbed my root and stopped me from going to the well to unstem the plant and remove the fiber.

I know it's imperative that you be prepared for a long winter, because it's already closed to snow here.

But why are they even driving me out to no avail at all?

No matter how much I explore Mine's memory, I basically only remember him wandering around catching a cold or useless.

I mean, I'm totally useless, too. It's about as good as catching a cold and not sleeping.

"Mine helped my father. Come."

"Dad, what's your job?

"I'm off for a while. If we don't take turns, we'll have trouble with winter support, won't we?

... You mean unexpectedly conscientious workplace with winter leave? Or are you saying that winter support is so difficult that there's nothing you can do without a man?

Either way, it's unusual for my father to stay home and be paired with me. As can be seen from the profession of soldier, the father of one brain muscle or another often acted with Thuri, who was healthy and able to take him around carelessly.

I'm not going to be able to escape any more than the whole family is at home, and I've got a nomination from my father in, and I just have to give up and accompany my father.

"... winter support, what do you do?

In front of the kitchen window, my father answered as he took away what looked like a tool.

"What we're going to do is inspect and repair the house. When there is a snowstorm, the plate door closes, so we will check for loose hinges, rust, and holes in the plate door. Once that's done, clean the chimney or chimney so that it can be used without problems during the winter."

"Heh."

I understand the job description, but what the hell use am I in this job?

Can't hold the driver, can't turn, can't hold heavy luggage, can't you see this weak thin arm!?

But if I don't strain somewhat and show you somewhat useful, my stock will not rise in this House.

As simple as discerning loose or rusty hinges, if you have my contemporary knowledge.

"Dad, this hinge, this nail over here, it's rusty, right?

"... it can still go"

No, no matter how you look at it, it's worn out and it's going to decay now?

Can I trust what my father says, I worry for a moment. From now on, if it's winter and the board doors to prevent snowstorms, you'll have trouble breaking along the way.

I go up to the chair and shake it a little rattled. If this doesn't work, I can trust my father's words, but if it breaks, you should be judging by my standards from now on.

After shaking a few times, there was a kicking noise and it cracked under the hinge where there were two.

When I saw the instantly bluffing board door, I thought, after all, that my father was staring at the board door, which turned bright blue and swayed.

"Ma, Mine!?

"Look, it's broken. It won't last for the winter then. Come on, Dad. Fix it properly."

Pointing to the slab door, my father lifted his errors of judgment to the shelf, and lowered me out of my chair, exhaling.

"Mine, I'm going to help my mother."

Didn't you like it so much that your daughter pointed out the error in judgment?

I shook my head, clapping my shoulders. Beyond what my mother has told me, I must continue to make pointers beside my father.

It's all about keeping yourself safe and comfortable in the winter.

"Huh? I'm keeping an eye on my father. I can't fix it so it won't break during the winter, but if it stays worn out like that"

"I don't have the money to fix it all, but if Mine was there, it would likely destroy it all. Go to your mother. Hey."

... money here too!

Having broken the hinge that my father intended to use a little more importantly, I quietly followed my father's words to the bedroom with my mother and Thuri.

The two men were drying blankets and top hangings in the bedroom so that they could use them, moving their beds closest to the *, and furnishing their interiors so that they could stay a little warm.

"What's wrong, Mine?

"My father told me to help my mother..."

"Really? We're done here, so I'll get ready for the lights. You happen to have a little beeswax picked this year. And make oil and candles for lamps from cow fat and nuts."

It is a task that just looks really stinky to hear. I've smelled animal oil from various houses over the past few days, so I'm disgusted to think they just smell the same in our kitchen.

Touri began work on removing oil from the nuts in the storeroom, but I have no escape place because I am not strong enough to handle a lot of hammers.

Next to my mother, all I can do is watch the cow fat put in the biggest pot and put on fire.

Ouch!

Bear with it, me.

But how dare my mother just warm and melt the cow fat and take the debris that floated on top and finish preparing the cow fat.

"Wait a minute, Mom. So that's it? You don't do 'salt analysis'?

"Huh? What?

Bad. 'Salt analysis' is normal, but it didn't seem to get through.

Are you complaining? With a little fright in my mother's eyes just to say, I explain salt analysis in the simplest possible words.

"So, uh, salt water in, simmer on some more low heat, and you don't take the garbage off a few times?

"Salt water?"

"Yes. If you let it go, it'll cool off, only solidify oil on top, and split under it feels like salt water, right? Drain the water downstairs and use only the supernatant oil. It might be a little cumbersome, but the smell will be pretty good, and the quality will be good oil."

Did she react to the fact that the quality was good, my mother began salt analysis.

Improving the quality of the oil you will be using all winter is a dead end issue for me too. Anyway, it's used in closed rooms. I can't stand the smell in my house all winter.

I can't tell you exactly how much salt water to make it, but it's gonna be a little better, right?

Although the concentration was quite appropriate, thanks to proper salting, the cow fat, which had yellowing, became bright white.

When this fat is candled, it is divided into portions used to make soap after spring, and the candle is put in the pan and dissolved again.

The shards of meat that came out when filtered turned out to be delicious soup utensils with good stock. Welcome.

And after lunch, it'll be a candle creation.

"Bye, Thuri. Candles, please. Dad and Mom are going to get firewood ready."

"Huh."

... Is that it? What's my role?

Now that each of the three had begun to move, I thought a little and decided to walk about behind my mother trying to leave the front door. "Help my mother" might still be going on.

But when my mother noticed me, she indicated with her fingers that she would return.

"Mine makes candles with Touri. Don't interrupt."

"... ok"

I have no trust at all, why?

When I returned to the kitchen, Thuri had cut the core string to the same length and made several branches of wood that hung.

Place or serve the raised string in a melted pot of cow fat. By repeating it over and over again, the oil around the string solidifies, thickens slightly and forms a candle.

"Heh, that's how candles work."

"Don't even look at Mine. Help me!

Touri pissed me off, so to help, I tear off the smell erasing herbs and stick them in the hardening candle. If this has a deodorizing effect, I'll marinate the herbs more properly next year.

"Mine! Don't play!

"... because it's just for here. You'd better be a non-smelly candle, wouldn't you? Please, Touri."

"Really, just for the minute here, huh?

Toori pushed me in case, so I nod heavily.

I don't know if I'm going to succeed or fail, but I'm not going to scent it all. I'll change each of the herbs I stick on the five candles and compare it to any of them.

While Tulli and I are getting ready for candles like that, my parents are getting ready for firewood. I could freeze to death if this goes away, so I'm going to need careful preparation.

In addition to what Thuri has picked up, my father breaks some extra things with an axe so that my father is about 50 centimeters in size. And the cut firewood is transported to the room for winter support at the hands of my mother.

"Mom, where are you going?

Stunned by the appearance of my mother entering a room I did not know, I pursued behind my mother.

It's the first thing I've ever known, but there was still another one in the back of the storage I usually use. Basically, they only use it for winter support. It's already loaded with tons of trees up to about half the room.

"Huh? What, this room?

"It's a winter room, right? Mine, what are you talking about now?

Speaking of which, I was wondering where the hell they put the firewood full of cages that Thuri brought home, but they put it here. I didn't notice this kind of back room because the firewood I usually use is kept in storage.

"... it's cold"

"Well, this is the farthest away from you."

There is no such thing as a living room and a fireplace in my house, and a kitchen chin becomes my only source of heat. We basically spend time in the kitchen.

And the bedroom is separated from the wall by one, and the bed is stuck to the wall perfectly. While the fire is burning in the jaws, that is, when the children go to sleep, it is surprisingly warm.

The only time it's warm is when you start sleeping. Before my mother goes to bed, I put out the fire and go to bed, so in the morning the room is cold on the kink.

Conversely, this winter's room is the furthest from the kitchen, so it's very cold. They're just right for preserving the food, food and oil they use in the winter. It's in a natural refrigerator, so they say it's a troubled room when it gets warm.

"You're full of firewood."

"It's still critical, isn't it?

Even though I have about half of them in my room!?

Looking at the firewood piled up in the winter support room, the problem of deforestation turned my head. If this is all you burn in one family, how much on earth will you use in this city alone?

"Mine, don't blur. I'll get ready for the handiwork."

Don't be blurry.

I've been thinking about something pretty important!?

As I argued, my mother had already turned to the kitchen. I rush after him, too. I don't like being left alone in a dark room with no windows like this.

"Mother, what's a hand job?

"Right. Can a man take care of his work tools? If we're going to make other pieces of furniture, we have to collect the ingredients."

"You mean the work we do during the winter?

In my words my mother nodded, counting the number of thread rolls.

"That's right. A woman's best job is to make clothes, right? I can't do this without spinning, dyeing, and preparing yarns for weaving and embroidery. My mother's job is dyeing, so I'm ready for yarn, but instead, we have wool and plants like Niluene to spin for next year."

"Heh."

"Besides, there's a baptismal ceremony for Thuri next summer. We have to get ready for sunshine during the winter."

My mother checks the ghost-like form for missing items. I decided to move to Tulli because I was going to be disturbed no matter how I saw it.

"What does Thuri do by hand?

"Make a cage. You sell it in the spring."

Tulli began to prepare the cagemaking material that would be his own handiwork. Carry the trees I've picked in the woods to the well and skin them. And they're going to cut along the fiber with a knife.

"What will Mine do?

"I make papyrus."

"What's that?

"Ugh, hi, mi, tsu"

I also decided to apprentice Tulli to make papyrus dressing fibers for my winter handiwork.

This is important hand-work preparation.

It's a fine job that no one will ever piss you off.

The way the fiber is taken will probably be possible if it is done the same way as Thuri. Skin the grass, expose it to water, and dry it.

There were not many days before the winter season, so not so many stems were gathered. Because of this, let's make it all fibrous.

"Touri, I want some water too"

"... ok"

"Touri, what do you think I should do to remove just this fiber?

"Huh? Er..."

"Thuri, why don't we just dry it up here and fly away?

……

Hold the fibers that can be made together. Not that many, but I would be able to try one or two.

That concludes my winter support for myself.

Phew, I, you've worked well.

Is that it? Why do you look so grumpy if you tooli?