Ascendance of a Bookworm

By the time winter support was over or not, the snow began to tingle. Full winter is upon us.

During the winter, this neighborhood will be closed with snow, so you will basically spend time in the house except on a sunny day.

Originally, it's not bitter for me to spend a long time in the house that I could have pulled as much off as I had a book.

But I don't have a book.

Will I be able to pull for a long time even though I don't have a book?

When the snow starts to fall, the slab doors close tightly to prevent the cold, as it often results in snowstorms. A little thick cloth from the top or packed into the gap to prevent a little gap wind.

"... Ugh, dark"

"It's a blizzard, so there's no choice."

Oh, my God, the only lights in a tight house are the fireplace and candles. This is the first time for me that it is a dark room with no electricity and a window completely tightened during the day.

Even the blackout during the typhoon had flashlights and cell phone lights, which were restored immediately. Will you spend a long time in the dark and not feel depressed?

"Hey, Mom. Every home, so dark?

"Hey, when you get a little rich, they have a bunch of lamps, but we only have one."

"Huh? Well, let's use that lamp."

My mother shook her neck to the side as she sighed at me, claiming that if I had lighting, I would have to use it.

"I want to save oil, so I try not to use it. If the cold goes on and the candles are gone when the winter prolongs, you're in trouble, right?

When it comes to saving money, there is no word to return it.

Speaking of which, when I was Reino, my mother also said, "Save, save," but I had a lot of ideas.

In order to save money on electricity, TV was my mother who taught me the importance of turning it off from the outlet, falling asleep with TV on, saving water and stopping water when brushing my teeth, and keeping it flushed when washing dishes.

Can't you apprentice my mother, who was devising a lot, and make this room a little brighter too?

"Mine, what are you doing?

"It won't even get a little brighter..."

When I made it look like a three-sided mirror or a matching mirror, I thought it might even be a little bright, and I polished the metal cage hand that my father used in the old war and arranged it on the candle side.

"Mine, stop."

"It's hard to see at hand."

It was immediately rejected by the two of them.

Unfortunately, the cage hand is not straight metal, and the surface can never be said to be smooth, so he reflected randomly in a weird way, his eyes tickled, making it extra difficult to see at hand.

"Ugh, that's a failure. Something else that could be used instead of a 'mirror'..."

"Please don't do anything extra"

I ate a clear rejection from my mother, so let's brighten it up with a reflection of light. I give up the operation.

I wasn't even reading the book, but I formed near a warm * as I sighed into a situation where my eyesight was about to drop.

Right next door, my mother starts assembling the loom.

Weaving cloth is not a big loom like anything I've seen in Japan. It was more primitive.

I was wondering how to make cloth in this narrow house, but there seems to be a decent sized one.

"Touri has a baptismal ceremony, so we need to remember all the jobs properly."

With that said, my mother begins to teach Thuri the weave in a way that feels like a handful or something. Touri took the thread roll in his hand with a serious face.

"This is how you put the yarn roll down here and get ready for the longitudinal thread first. Thread it through like this..."

Clothing starts with weaving cloth, using dyed yarn during the fall. Weave cloth, sew clothes, embroider. Then, from the wool I've bought, I'll also spin the yarn for next year.

All you can buy is raw materials. They don't sell new clothes here, and even cloth isn't something that even civilians can buy.

"Yes, like that. Touri remembers well. Want to try mine, too? You don't have to be a good seamstress to be beautiful."

"Huh? Beauty?

"That's right, making family clothes means it's very important either to look from the margins or to be practical, right? The terms of beauty are sewing and cooking."

Oh, I'll never be beautiful.

... I mean, if you mean the terms of a good wife, anyway, sewing and cooking well, regardless of beauty?

My feeling is that clothes are bought in stores. When I went to the store, I was overflowing with clothes of all designs of all genres.

I wish I could wear clothes to TPO. It felt like doing it, I wasn't very interested in it, but still, I had it all over my closet. There was no such thing as wearing a couple of old pieces from the back that hit the joints.

Sewing is the extent to which I did it in the home department at school, because I used a machine that could be electrically and darkly sewn. I can't believe I had a needle, at best when I put a button on it.

To be clear, during the winter months, spinning yarn, weaving cloth and making family clothes are troublesome, no matter what they say about a woman's big job. I'm not motivated.

Oh, but if I could use a woven cloth instead of parchment, I'd weave as much.

"Mine, aren't you gonna do it?

"Mm-hmm. Another time."

Touri calls me from the loom, but I don't think I want to do the loom.

He wants to be a needle apprentice. Touri is teaching my mother about needlework, but in my case, height, of course, is useless because of the length and size of my hands and, most importantly, the lack of motivation at all.

"Bye, Mother. My sundress, make it. I'll make a cage too."

"Yeah, leave it to your mother. It's extraordinarily nice, I'll make it for you."

I hear you're confident in sewing. My mother is straining.

The christening ceremony brings together children who turn 7 in the same season in sunny clothes at the temple at the same time, so what costumes can be prepared is a show of my mother's arms. Isn't it a kind of presentation for my mother?

The longitudinal thread my mother began to prepare with a smile and pleasure looks much thinner than the thread I had used to practice Thuri until earlier.

"This yarn is thin."

My mother laughed bitterly when she thought this was going to take some time to make a cloth.

"Touri's christening ceremony is summer. If it's not thin fabric, it's hot and troublesome, isn't it?

"Even though it's summer, do you prepare for sunshine within the winter? Touri, you're gonna be big, aren't you?

I think kids have more food than winter and grow up better in the summer when they can move around healthy. At least that was the case in the test results of the physical measurements that were on my notification table.

I wonder what I would do if I made sunshine now and couldn't wear it because it was too small in the summer.

"Yeah, but I can adjust it somewhat, so it's okay. Most of all, I wonder if Mine and Touri are too different backs to back off. It's hard to fix it. What should we do next year?

... That's tough. Come on, Mother.

When my mother starts weaving the cloth using yarn that feels pampered, thin, but looks a little harder than the yarn made of wool, Touri starts knitting a cage to make it a sale.

My eyes began to get used to the dark room little by little, and I also decided to make papyrus as a first step in my ambition.

Once you knit the grass fiber, you must be able to do something papery.

You can't beat the ancient Egyptians! A battle!

Place the fibers on the table and try starting with the postcard size, remembering how to knit a square coaster made when it was Reino.

The thinner fibers than the yarn my mother used to weave the cloth were straightened out...... Combine vertically and horizontally.

No gold, no skill, no age, I have no choice but to compete with guts, guts and guts.

Wow, it's too fine, my eyes are full.

Oh, wrong!

Immediately…….

Immediately…….

The fibers are thin, so it's not easy to start over when you make a mistake. It breaks down a lot.

Munchkin ', struggling with thin fibers, Thuri, who was making the cage, stopped his hand and peered into my hand.

"Hey, Mine. What are you doing, man?

"Hmm? I'm making papyrus."

Touri looked alternately at my face and at hand again, tilting his neck. It says on Tulli's face that he couldn't hear the words, and he couldn't understand them even when he saw them.

Yeah, you don't even know it when you look at it, do you?

It's not even a centimeter square, and I don't even know if it's really going to get papyrus.

As my mother weaves the cloth, she looks at me, who moves only her fingertips a little bit to make papyrus, frowning.

Immediately…….

Immediately…….

"Mine, if you have time to play, make a cage with Thuri"

"Mm-hmm. I'll make it when I'm free, so don't call me"

I'm not playing, I'm not free. Rather, since I started my life here as Mine, I've been too busy to afford it.

Ah! Wrong again!

Because my mother spoke up.

Mm-hmm!

Immediately…….

Immediately…….

"Mine, what are you really doing?

"So he said," Papyrus, "

I couldn't afford to answer Touri's question gently, cut it up in a slightly clingy tone and left it in a heartbeat......

I don't hate fine work, and it's what I like and do. I just have to keep up the guts.

Immediately…….

Immediately…….

"Hey, Mine. You haven't grown much, have you?

"I know!

Touri's pointing out was a drawing star, and I wasn't going to hit eight, but I felt annoyed and came out with my mouth shut.

It's taking me a day to get the size of my fingertips. I want you to know how this one feels.

Immediately…….

Immediately…….

From the next day on, face the fiber, telling yourself it's guts, guts. Whatever Thuri tells you, you care, you lose.

"That, what will it be?

……

If you care, you lose. If you care, you lose.

Aah! I'm rattled!

Ugh, keep going! Fixing it would break my heart!

Immediately…….

Immediately…….

"Hey, Mine..."

"I can't do this anymore! I can't do this!" Ancient Egyptians, "my loss!

I grabbed the papyrus that I hated along the way, and I barked.

It's frustrating at the level that Papyrus Momoko is finally at message card size.

I don't know how many days it would take to make a leaflet-sized piece of paper if I had been knitting the fiber elaborately with such a density that it would be paper.

In this state, I don't think I can prepare as much papyrus as I can in a book.

I could tell that the message card size papyrus kimono was starting to dislike me along the way. Though the center is elaborately knitted, as we head to the edge, it's a lean spill. Overall, it didn't turn out to be a piece of paper that seemed to be able to write letters.

It's a little rattled, but could it be used as a coaster? It's a substitute. It didn't even become a note form.

"Uuuuuuuu... failed. My papyrus plan."

Sourcing of materials, difficulty in creating them, creation time, which is very unsuitable for mass production. Even if Papyrus is finished, I can't make a book.

"Shut up, Mine! If you want to play with grass like that, knit a cage!

"Cages don't become books..."

"I'm not sure what you're talking about, but you failed, didn't you? Enough, cage it!

My mother gets so angry that she decides to knit a cage. Cages are easier than papyrus knitting thin fibers.

"Touri, my mother says," I'll knit too. Ingredients please. "

"I'll show you how."

Then came the ingredients, and Tulli smiled, and said so; but I shook my head with the ingredients in my hand.

"Yeah, I know, fine"

"Huh?"

I began to knit as I drove Tulli out of my sight blinkingly.

Carefully combine the material of a bamboo-like straight wood tree to knit tightly so that no gaps can be made. I was just wanting a little hangout bag. Let me make all the best of the eight failed papyrus mushrooms.

After carefully making the bottom, the sides are calculated to contain a little pattern and knitted. It's done with the handle while trying to keep my hands from hurting when I hold it.

Unlike the papyrus kimono, which could only be message sized after 5 days, the tote bag was finished in one day.

I think it can be good for children who are not very clever.

"That's amazing, Mine. I can't believe you have such talent. Why don't you just be a craft apprentice in the future?

"Huh? That's a little..."

The unexpected talent of a basically foot-handed Mine (?), my mother is happy to make her eyes shine, but I'm not going to be like that.

My place of employment is decided as a bookstore or library. It's just a bit of a problem that the profession itself doesn't exist in this world because there are no books, no bookstores, no libraries.

"Ugh, why is Mine so good?

Compared to my cage and my own cage, it became apparent to me that Thuri was making a difference.

"Thuri, you shouldn't mind. Tight knitting and if you can put in a pattern, you'll be fine."

Because this difference is a difference in experience.

Once upon a time, I was caught up in the "octopus art" of making cages out of materials made of thinly rounded newspaper folded ads. I didn't think the time would come for such an experience to help.

"Ugh, I can't believe Mine is better..."

Shit.

Looks like I fucked up my pride as your sister. Even though it's easier to be in complete asylum than to be seen as a rival by Touri, it failed.

"Ah, uh... yes! Grandma Gerda told me when I was being kept. I've only been a little good since Thuri was in the woods. Touri's good at other things when I'm making cages, right?

I've hardly ever been in a child's mood, so I'm lightly panicked. I'm going to try so hard to explain myself to you to fix your mood, but honestly, I don't even know what I'm talking about.

"... it was"

I don't know where you convinced me, but I seemed a little relieved that I had a reason to be better than myself.

"Well, you'll make it all over the winter and you'll be better than Mine"

"Yeah. Come on, Touri"

I exhaled, ho, that Touri's mood was fixed.

Life here is tough without Touri's support to do anything. "Do it yourself," he says, "and you're in a lot of trouble. I'm really glad you're in a good mood.

"Ah, Touri. Once you put your strength into it, you'll look beautiful."

Even if the cage is good, I'm just empty, right? What I want is a book.

Seeing Tulli's cage knit beside him, teaching him the trick, I gaze at the papyrus of failure.

If papyrus is no good, what should I do next?

While I continue to knit cages beside Thuri during the winter, I keep thinking about:

Egypt is no good.

The difficulty is too high for me, my child.

If Egypt doesn't work, what's next?

It's up to Mesopotamia next!

All right, wedge!

Hooked up, clay plate!

Long live Mesopotamian civilization!

Sure, there must have been some clay slabs that were burned by war or fire or something and left over as a result. If you want to make clay plates, chop up letters, and bake them in a jar, maybe you can.

Besides, if you're going to wrap clay around it and make a clay plate, you must delude the adult eye with something like children's clay play.

Decisions! Let's do this.

When the snow melts, in the spring, it's a clay plate!