Ascendance of a Bookworm

Apparently, the sunny winter day in this city is set as the day to go pick up Paru. Last time it overlapped with work holidays, my father and Touri went to pick up Paru, but today is my father's work day.

Exactly this time I was wondering if I was going to give up Paru, and my mother put her hand on the coat.

"I'm going with Touri today."

Paru is a precious food for winter, and for me, it's a fruit that can get a bit of coconut milk, olive oil and a little sweet ocala.

After removing the oil, I squeezed it, but after I found out I could use it instead of the ocala, I just got a little more menu. It seems my mother is more motivated than ever because of it.

Yeah, well, the ocala hot cake I made at Rutz's during this time was a long time treat for me. Rutz's house has chickens, they definitely have eggs, and because they trade them for eggs, they always have milk. Envy.

Rutz's house was richer in ingredients than ours, full of boys and more labor, and a very easy environment to cook.

Ocala Hotcake, oh, did you name it Paru Cake? Paru cakes were also appreciated, as were mayonnaise made from paru oil, egg yolks and salt, and potato salads seasoned with mayonnaise and salt.

... If you were to reincarnate anyway, Rutz's son might have been good.

I have quite a few uses, so I want Paru as much as I can. So as for me, which is quite useless when it comes to going out, I just want to make the most of my support.

Come on, come on, Touri! Don't lose, don't lose, Mother!

But when my mother and Touri went to the woods, it was my treatment that my family would be in trouble. Anyway, I don't have the strength, I'm sick, I'm useless. Don't take me to the winter woods. Besides, he doesn't know what he'll do if he's left alone, and he can't even make it easy to leave a voicemail.

Isn't that a little bad?

Over breakfast, my father, who was thinking hmm, pounded his hand as he prepared to go out to work.

"... yes! Mine, do you want to wait at the gate with your father?

My father takes me to the gate. My mother and Thuri go to the woods to pick up Paru. And when he returns, he draws me by the gate and returns. That way you two can go to the woods without worries, and I won't leave you alone.

"That's good. Let's do that! Then I'll leave Mine to my father, Touri."

"Yeah! Well, I'll pick you up later, Mine"

With praise from my father that my mother was a name idea, I quickly prepared what I needed and took Tulli out.

I can only collect Paru until about lunch, so I have to get there as soon as possible.

Maybe that means they'll pick it up in no time. Because it's such a delicious and helpful fruit.

"So, you want to go to the gate?

Leave a message at the gate.

Well, maybe you'll feel better than at home. If Mr. Otto were here, he'd probably be able to tell me some new letters...

To be clear, I'm getting tired of being at home, too. The only thing I can do at home that fails to make papyrus broomsticks is either play with stone slabs or build cages. I didn't think I'd have this much time just because I didn't have a book.

By the way, recently, the songs that often play in my head are "Come Spring" and "Radio Gymnastics". I can't even go outside to make clay plates unless you spring early.

And I started radio gymnastics every day to build my strength so I could go outside. I think it's important to do the trick out of what you can do to increase your strength, although it can be seen by your family with a slightly weird eye.

To tell the truth, I didn't pay much attention to my health in Japan either, so I don't know where to start.

"Yes, Father. Are you here today, Mr. Otto?

"Oh, you were supposed to be there?

"Yay!

I had the pleasure of leaving a message at the gate. I will prepare myself as well. The essentials of going out are stone slabs. Wear clothes, weave your coat, and put a tablet in your own knitted tote bag during the winter, and my outing preparations are over.

"Dad, let's go!

"... Mine, you, you like Otto that much?

"Yeah, I love it"

Mostly, you can't possibly not like me for a teacher (who decides on his own) who gives me a tablet and teaches me letters, can you?

Blah, you like it better than my father, don't you? If you really smash it, you get a crack in your relationship, so it's chuck in your mouth.

"Cold!

When I went outside, the air itself was so cold, it just hit a little wind, it hurt so much that my skin was about to cut off.

My face tingles so much that I, the basically insensitive, think that today, when the oil of Paru is picked, if I do not make something that looks like a moisturizing cream.

Besides, the snow is deep and I can't walk. Maybe I have a knack for walking, but I didn't originally grow up in Snow Country, and I don't know how to walk on snow.

Just two steps, I moved my leg, and my child's short leg was buried and I couldn't move. I don't know what to do next.

"Father! How can you walk?

"... that's enough. Mine be careful not to fall."

With his legs buried, Bishi stretched out his arms to balance, his father, who was walking ahead, returned with a shuddered face.

My father catches my tote bag on his wrist and puts his hand beside mine. I was lifted straight up to a high position with a goon and sat on my father's shoulder.

"expensive. Wow"

My vision is much higher than when Ralph carried me. Still, I don't feel too scared because my father, who works for a soldier, has a wide shoulder and a sense of security and stability? Not at all like Reino's father, who was a salesman in memory.

"You got to grab it right on your own, okay?

"Yes."

It's been too long since I've had a shoulder car and I'm a little thrilled. Sticking to my father's head, my father started walking on the snow. The narrow alley, with not much snowflake, walked carefully step by step to see people's footprints, and started walking normally when they went out onto the boulevard.

"Mine, Otto's already married, right?

I thought my father, who was walking silently, had suddenly opened his mouth, and this was the word I said.

Huh? What did I say I wanted to be Mr. Otto's wife? I never said I wanted to be your daughter-in-law.

"Er... so what?

"He's the only man with a head about his daughter-in-law, right?

What the hell kind of restraint is that against my five-year-old daughter, you stupid parent!...... can I scratch while chopping my father's head?

"What's wrong with that?

……

Oh, no more! Silence here!? It's a pain in the ass!

I dare not read the air here. I would definitely say to such a troublesome father, "Dad is nicer" or "I prefer Dad"?

"I mean, Mr. Otto is a one-way man who takes care of his own daughter-in-law, isn't he nice?

"... no"

My father seems to have completely obstinated, and then he walks all the way silently. And I went to the gate, having my father, who was troublesome.

"Good Morning"

I bowed my head somewhat in habit to the soldier who stood at the gate. For a moment, I'm seen with the eyes of strange things, and speaking of which, I recall that here I wasn't in the habit of bowing my head when I said hello.

Or did they look strange because they greeted him over my father's shoulder?

"Richt, it's my daughter Mine. When I'm done picking Paru, my wife will take him home, so I'll leave him in the quarters until after noon."

Copy that, sir.

"Mine is a quarterback. Otto's here, and there you go, okay?

Wow, I think something's pointy. Is that it? Is it possible that Mr. Otto is baking a jerk on an indescribable level? Relationships?

"It's me, Mr. Otto. I'm just having fun teaching you new letters."

"... wouldn't have to be Otto"

I'm sorry, Mr. Otto. I'm going to follow you up, but it looks like you've got even more trouble.

I don't know where my father's thoughts are wandering, even though he was originally just floating around being taught a new letter.

"Coming in."

My father knocks lightly and opens the inn door.

The inn is red and the fire is burning in the fireplace, and there are lamps on the desk, much brighter than ours. There was a desk relatively close to the fireplace, where Mr. Otto was working on paperwork.

"Otto"

"Squad Leader...... and Mine? What's the matter, sir?

"We were to wait here while we picked Paru. Take care of yourself."

Briefly, or say so in a tyrannical way, and the Father will bring me down from my shoulder.

To the sudden addition of a babysitting job, naturally, Otto looked alternately at his father's face with the paperwork as if he had opened his eyes and was in trouble.

"Heh? No, but I... of accounting reports and budgets..."

"Mine, it's warm in here. Be careful not to catch a cold."

"Huh."

I waved away my father, who was leaving without any desire to hear Otto's words, and turned back to Otto.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Otto"

"To?"

"Me, I'm glad I got a tablet, and if I think I'll see Mr. Otto again today, I'll be happier"

"That's good. Glad to see you too, Mine..."

After laughing just a little lightly, he said, "It's not about apologizing, is it?" and gave me a puzzling look.

"Actually, if I complimented Otto, my father would be stubborn..."

"... ahhh..."

"I'll be quiet until my mother picks me up, so tell me a new letter?

If you see parchment and ink on your desk, you can tell that you were at paperwork. I'm not willing to get in the way of my job, but I'm also not going to miss the chance to be taught new letters.

"Well, okay. Mine would practice quietly..."

When I took the tablet out gently, Mr. Otto muttered so, writing me a cutlet and a letter. He seems to have some credibility in a weird way because he's the kid who could play alone on the tablet for hours when he got the tablet.

"Mine. If it gets hot, the squad leader's going to be more upset than he is now, so sit here."

Otto smiles bitterly, shifting the things on his desk slightly, giving up his seat in front of the fireplace.

I fully agree with that opinion, so I sat in the front seat of the fireplace without any extra hesitation.

"Thank you. Now you can practice."

The letters used here would be like alphabets. It's not a pronunciation character like a plain pseudonym, nor is it a pronunciation character like a kanji character. It's a letter that feels like spelling changes both the pronunciation and the meaning.

For a while only the sound of a stone brush called a cutlet moving and a pen tip called a shrug running parchment sounded.

When I lifted my face, remembering some written letters, Otto was facing parchment and calculating with a serious eye.

Beside Otto there are computational tools like Ban for once, but I'm not sure how to use them.

I only practice extra arithmetic in elementary school classes, so I don't think I can use it, even if it's the same as Ban's.

Speak up in anticipation of where the calculations are separated once.

"Mr. Otto, what is this?

"It's accounting reporting and budgeting. I have to budget for a year during the winter and submit it by spring, but there are many people who don't like to calculate soldiers. I'm the one who's the best at gold accounts. I'm supposed to make accounting reports and budget tables."

"You're pushing me for trouble."

If you look at parchment paper, there are three numbers lined up next to items that cannot be read but are lined with letters. Unit price, quantity and sum would be. Because the previous two are calculated by multiplication, maybe.

Is that an application for equipment? Looking at it thinking, I discovered a miscalculation.

"Mr. Otto, am I wrong about this?

"Huh?"

"Right here, 75 and 30, right? Then I guess 2250?... Oh, not this one either."

I can read the numbers, but I don't know what to say about the formula for multiplication here, so it has become a very far-fetched way of saying it.

"Huh? Aren't you unable to read the letters? Why the calculations?

"Ugh, my mother taught me the numbers in the market. So look at the numbers over here, I can calculate them, but I can't read them around here at all"

Otto figured something out when he said he couldn't read the letter with the item written on it. "No, but" what a little whine.

"... Mine, shame on you, please. Can you help me?

Is this something you can take on?

Wouldn't it be pretty bad to let a kid like this help you before an outside secret or a classified leak?

Instead, if even a kid like this has computational skills, he's so stuck with his feathers that he has to get help?

I guess it's not normal for Otto to ask his kids for help more than he says "sneak in shame". Otto dares to ask for it, so if possible, I'd like to take it on for you.

Besides, I have something I really want. Because of this, it was decided to attach exchange conditions and undertake it.

"Okay. I'll hit you with a stone brush refill and a letter teacher."

"What?"

I guess you didn't think you could suddenly poke the terms at a young girl. Otto is circling his eyes. I explained my current situation with a small laugh at the reaction as expected.

"As I said earlier, my mother told me, so I know the numbers. But I don't know the letters, so I want Mr. Otto to be my teacher."

"Apart from that... what's a stone brush? The stone brush isn't anything expensive, is it?

Otto is right, the stone brush is also sold at the market grocery store. In fact, my mother has bought it for me. So if you want to buy it, it's an easy one to buy.

But it's hard for me to get it.

"He bought it for me before, but even though I told my mother, he wasn't buying me a stone brush anymore..."

"Why?"

"Maybe it's because of me playing all the time on the tablet. Because if you buy it, it will be gone soon..."

"hahahahaha......"

If you play for hours a day, stone brushes will soon become smaller. For me, who doesn't get a penny, I can say that the stone brush replenishment destination is a dead end issue.

"And anyway! I'm not cheap enough to work without any reward."

"... I think it's pretty cheap"

Otto officially became my teacher with a bitter smile.

Apparently the paperwork was not incorrect in the application for equipment and was in the process of checking the paperwork made by another person.

"What should I do?

"Can you check to see if there's a calculation here? Anyway, I don't know where the miscalculation is lurking, and I can't help but take a moment to confirm."

Naturally, there is no computer here, so even though it takes a little paperwork, there is also a shortage of people who have to be alone until all calculations are confirmed.

"You've got some more soldiers to calculate."

"... that's true, but I can do this, so there's a reason you could have picked it up..."

Apparently, Mr. Otto became a soldier because of some circumstances. As for me, hungry for information and knowledge, I nod because I want to hear more about it.

However, since the confirmation work is enormous, I put up with it a lot and decided to waste it next time.

"Mine, do you want to use a computer?

"Yeah, it's fine because I don't know how to use it. I have a tablet."

The stone slab, which can be written off, is very convenient to use instead of calculation paper. I will use stone slabs to help me calculate with calculations.

It seems to be completely in my head when it comes to numbers, and when I think of the number 9, I can write the numbers here properly.

"Awesome, easy. I'm impressed. Seriously, that was helpful. I didn't expect the confirmation work to be completed so soon. That's all I can calculate, so Mine might be for the merchant. If you're gonna be a merchant, you can introduce me to a commercial guild, right?

They had to be alone in accounting reporting and budgeting over the past few years, and they just checked the calculations, but Otto thanked them uninterruptedly.

When you can make a large number of books, you may want to be introduced to a commercial guild to become a bookstore. I got Conne unexpectedly.

At the same time, I seem to have been recognized as Otto's valuable assistant.

"Mine, if you want to learn the letters, do you really want me to slap you? Then next year we'll be able to help you with paperwork."

"Really!? Yay!

"Huh? Where are you happy?

I rounded my eyes like Otto was surprised, but if you're serious about telling me the letters, you'd be happy, wouldn't you? Helping with paperwork means touching parchment, right? You mean you can write in ink, right?

You're very happy about that, aren't you?

"Mine, please wait"

"I'm going home."

It's been a long time since I've done a ton of calculations today and had brain miso exercises. Like after reading a ton of books, Gene and I feel more comfortable getting paralyzed in the back of our heads.

It was a very fulfilling day.

"Thank you, Otto. Thanks for your help."

"Welcome. Thank you."

"Bye, Dad. Good luck with your work."

"Mmm."

I only had time, but my father's in a bad mood. Rather, it hasn't gotten any worse than in the morning?

Why is that?