Ascendance of a Bookworm

From today on we are finally going into the production of paper.

My temper is enough. I'm so excited that Lutz tells me to calm down.

The task of the day is to teach at the lumberyard, or cut the trees Lutz hears from a variety of people, who have an idea. And after steaming it in the river plains and exposing it once to the river, he wants it to end up in the woods to the point of peeling black skin. The peeled black skin is taken to the warehouse and dried.

I wish I could make a postcard size for the prototype, so I don't think I need the ingredients that much either. However, I have to steam for a few hours, so I have a lot of firewood.

If you work in the woods, it won't be that hard to collect firewood, and you can pick it up before it's gone. Although Lutz will have a tough time taking the pot and steamer.

So I went early in the morning to borrow the keys to the warehouse and grabbed the pan and steamer. I told Marc that I would leave the keys borrowed because I would still work in the warehouse after I returned from the woods.

The bottom preparation is perfect, but right now, it was unexpected.

"Lutz, are you okay?

"... ah"

Lutz replies yes, but he doesn't look at all ok with the pot and steamer built on his back. It's going to crumble now.

The cause of defeat is simple.

I was thinking of both the pot and steamer at the weight Lutz could carry. Lutz also said this would be fine. But Lutz didn't envisage carrying two together to the woods.

"Do you want me to just hold the steamer?

"Mine can't do that."

"... ok"

I guess I can't do it any more than Lutz can.

All I can do is support Lutz and go to the woods without trying too hard. As usual, me and Lutz walk towards the woods with a bunch of kids.

"Lutz, what's that?

"What are you doing in the woods?

The kids are intrigued by the pan Lutz carries and the unfamiliar steamer.

"In a pot and steamer, make paper"

I guess the luggage on my back is pretty heavy. Rutz has a small mouth count and the answer is concise.

Even if it sounds grumpy, the curiously colored children continue to ask questions without a problem.

"Huh? What do you make?

"You do funny things, don't you?

"... no. It's up to me to decide if I can be a work apprentice. Don't interrupt me."

"Right. Okay. Good luck, Lutz."

The question blame that I thought would last forever went away at the same time as I heard the word that it was necessary to become an apprentice for Lutz.

I didn't know why the kids pulled it off lightly, and I asked Rutz later, and even though referrals from parents often determine where to work, popular work destinations also kill those who want to. That way, they sometimes change where parents ask, but some places are like selection exams.

They say it's something that should never be done for the kids to interrupt the selection exam. I may be interrupted in retribution when I am, and if rumors spread that I interrupted it would make it harder for me to find a place to work.

Ho ho, I see. You're with me everywhere that people get together and multiply at popular places of employment.

I met Otto at the gate and was encouraged to "Good luck". You must have seen Lutz carrying a pot and steamer and realized that he had started making paper.

"Yeah, I'll do my best. Oh, Dad. They're coming."

My father has been a little obstinate lately because I act all the time with Lutz, but when I wave, he looks back at me with a complex face like the middle of a face and a burning face. I didn't like the fact that I was close to Rutz and Otto, but he was a good face to understand the psychological situation that made me happy to wave from my daughter.

"Kuhaha, I'm tired ~. It was heavier than I expected"

Place the pan and steamer on the side of the river and Lutz circles his shoulders.

"Good day, Lutz. Want to take a break?

"No, if you start steaming, you'll see how it goes for about one bell, right? Rest then."

With that said, Lutz's hands are starting to build up stones in the river plains to create a pan that he can put on.

That's right, Lutz. There is no waste.

Long live Indoor, even to the memory of my previous life, against Lutz, who is used to working outdoors, me with little experience. It's the usual thing that doesn't help.

All I can do is pick up a piece of wood nearby and hand it to Lutz.

Lutz put the river water in a pan and set it in a jar, quickly put the trees together and set it on fire.

"I'm gonna cut the tree, so Mine's gonna take a break and don't ask me to keep an eye on the pot"

"You need Lutz more to take a break!?

"Until I get a piece of paper, I'll be in trouble if you get sick. It's good enough to pick up a piece of wood around here, but don't move too much. Then, if anything happens, shout it out. All right?"

"... ok"

Since Rutz was right, I decided to keep a quiet eye on the pot. That being said, it's going to take a long time before it comes to a boil, and I'm free.

When I pick up the pieces of wood around me, I take them to the pot and put them on fire.

Since there were no more tree cuts nearby, I found red nuts, as if they were pomegranate, as I gathered the trees, half buried in the soil.

"Is that it? What is it? Can I eat, or can I get some oil?

What is in the woods is largely determined to be useful for life. Just spent about a year in this world and my thoughts seem to have stained quite a bit here, too. If I found anything, I wouldn't have picked it up for now, not in Japan.

"Let's ask Lutz what this is."

With the tree cut I had, I dug around the red nuts and dug out the red nuts. When I took it a little bit, for some reason, the nuts were getting hot all at once.

Shit! It looks like it was a strange nut I don't know why.

Apparently, the red nuts were companions of strange ingredients that also sometimes intersect during cooking. Honestly, I don't know what's gonna happen, and I don't know how to deal with it.

In a hurry I threw the nut full of strength and as far away as I could...... I was going to, but I fell a poton without flying 5 meters.

Bread! Daddy, bread! And with the sound of being able to play, the red fruit splashed, and suddenly many sprouts began to grow pompous from around.

It grows slightly around my ankle, even while I'm stunned.

What!? What is it? Bit of a tree for this!

To the obvious anomaly I screamed, eating bubbles and fleeing the spot.

"Lutz! Lutz! Lutz! Something's wrong!

"What's up, Mine!?

They were nearby. Rutz makes a zazzling noise, and he comes running over.

When I looked at him pointing, Lutz changed his complexion, pi ~! and whistled his fingers high.

"Trombe!

"What's that?

"Explain later!

With that said, Lutz sifts through the bamboo and begins to prune the plants. Plants that quickly grew beyond knee height to their own thickness were dangerous, no matter what they saw.

"Mine stay across the river! All right?"

"Wow, okay."

I don't have time to talk about an emergency. I fled towards the river as Lutz instructed.

Contrary to me on my way to the river, the children gather who hear Lutz's finger whistle.

"What's the matter...... TROMBE!?

"It's a trombe!

"Mow it right away!

As always, I seem to be the only one who doesn't understand. The children who have gathered seem to know what a little tree is in this, and stand up to it with a knife and a knife just like Lutz.

And I sat near the pan, and saw the straw and the children mowing a little tree in.

The other guy is a plant, and I thought if there was a fire, he could burn it...... it was in front of the building, in fact he just ran a little and ran out of breath and couldn't get to beyond the river Lutz told him to.

"Is there a stretch already?

While I was falling asleep in the river plains, it seemed that I had finished pruning a little tree.

The children are looking around to see if there is any mowing left.

"I think it's okay"

"Maybe there are other trombes out there, so be careful and collect them. If anything happens, call me with your finger whistle."

The children scattered again for collection, and Lutz came next to me.

"I told you to go across the river... couldn't you"

"... I couldn't"

I repeat my rougher breath than Lutz did the pruning. If anyone who doesn't know anything sees it, they must have looked like they were fighting on the front lines.

"Lutz, that, what?

"Trombe."

Trombe is a very fast growing tree, and if you don't prune it when it starts to grow, it seems that the nutrition around you will be sucked all at once.

And when they grow up, it's hard to cut them down, and they're going to have to ask the Knights to do it.

Heh, there's the Knights and stuff. That's the other world.

"But that's weird"

"What?

Leaning his neck as Lutz sits on a river plain stone, breathing.

"It's a little early for a trombe to come out. It's usually more autumnal."

"Heh..."

"It also grew so fast. But the soil around the growth of the trombe is not very rough..."

"Hmm."

"What, you don't think Mine's weird?

Lutz stared at me with an expression of dissatisfaction with my reaction.

But you don't think it's weird, I have trouble being told. It's the first thing I see for me, so weird or nothing. The very existence of a little tree is weird.

"You know, I've never seen that before. I don't know if they say it's different."

"Oh well. Mine started coming to the woods in the spring."

As much as Lutz nodded several times as he was convinced, he began to hear the pan start to boil.

"Lutz, where's the tree?

"Must be scattered around there..."

Lutz pointed around Trombe's exit and dropped disappointingly.

They were supposed to cut the tree into ingredients by the time this water boiled, but because of the trombe out, Rutz apparently threw out the cut tree because of it.

"... Hey, Lutz. Because of this, why don't you make some paper out of this trombe? There's so much to it, and the fiber will be soft because I've mowed it starting to grow..."

"Right. I'm going to pick it up pretty tough."

Put a trombe in the steamer and have Lutz put it on top of the pan. All you have to do is refill the firewood so the fire doesn't go out for a while.

Lutz sees the fire coming and going, throwing in a little bit of the pieces of wood I was collecting.

"Mine. I'm sorry, but can you not look at the fire? The tree I threw out, I'll pick it up."

"Mm, okay."

You recovered from a short break, or Lutz went to pick up the tree he threw out in surprise at Trombe.

I was entrusted with the fire's turn, and I grip the wood cut, and stare at the fire. I'm starting to be able to regulate the fire just a little bit, but when I look away, things are too often changing and I fail.

Gas stove, that was handy. Now, IH and microwave are magical areas, really.

Steaming a trombe, Lutz began collecting. At the end of summer, the woods that are entering autumn seem to have a lot to eat.

I'll take turns looking at the pan, and I'll try to pick up something that will catch my eye, too.

"I picked a lot, Lutz. What do you say?"

"Which..." Mine! Show me everything! See if I can take it home!

When I looked at my collection and asked Lutz, who changed his complexion, about 30% of the collection was toxic.

"This is no good. When I eat it, my hands and feet get numb and I can't move for about 3 days. Neither can this. If I eat it, I will blow bubbles and die. Neither can this. I suffer from abdominal pain for 2 days.... Mine, you, if you don't remember properly, you're not sick, you're gonna eat poison and die?

Yeah. You do die if you don't remember properly, not just me, but my family.

Beyond living here, the way the poison is identified is immediately classified as an item to be remembered. I don't have any drawings or anything, so I just have to look at the real thing and remember.

"Good luck remembering, tell me"

"Ah."

I heard a faint bell coming from the city, so I removed the steamer. My face was hot with hot air, but I don't know if this is enough time to steam it, just from looking at it.

"Are you all right?

"I don't know, but I'll put it in the river, and I'll skin it."

Expose it to the river all the time and try to skin it while it's hot. Then it peeled off and didn't even cut the bump.

Easier to do than I thought. This may have found good material.

"This trombe may be suitable for paper material."

"We don't know when we're gonna grow up, and we're not gonna be able to pick it before we grow up, are we?

"... oh, no"

I remembered how it was today and exhaled. It would be a shame to have such a good ingredient if we could grow it.

"Hey, Mine. Is that all you have to do for today's work?

"Yeah, 'cause I'm gonna have to dry this skin next time"

"... Phew. Well, I'll clean up the pot, okay?

Lutz leaves peeling to me to wash the pan and steamer in the river and start cleaning it up.

I enjoyed sitting down and peeling, and I peeled in a good mood.

Now that it was time to return to the city, I put black skins and some harvest in the cage. Lutz carries the pan and steamer in a temper. There are also collections, so it is definitely heavier to go home than when you came.

When Lutz and I returned to the city with our greetings, we moved away from everyone to the warehouse. Lutz unlocks and unloads his stuff inside.

"Oh, it was heavy!

"We've got more collections on the way home. I wish I could have had more..."

All I do is carry what I have picked, and I do my best. There's no more room than dew to help Lutz.

As he sat up in the warehouse, Lutz took out the black skin he had put in the pan and shook it plainly.

"Hey, Mine. Where and how do you dry this?

"Huh? Uh... what do we do?

Imaginarily it feels like drying a straw of rice, but I don't have any extra sticks.

Looking around, looking for something that seemed usable, I pounded Lutz's shoulder.

"Lutz, I'm sorry about your tiredness, but could you hit the nail on this shelf at equal intervals? I will dry this."

"... I don't have a choice"

I hook the black skin on the nail that Concon and Lutz struck. I can do it because there are not many of them, but I will also need a place to dry them when I start mass production.

When we start mass production, we'll ask Mr. Benno again. You don't need it yet, do you?

"Now I have to dry the black skin completely. Because if it's not dry, the mold will grow. Take it to the woods tomorrow, heavenly sun-dried?

"So all you have to do tomorrow is take the skin, no work in particular, okay? Then you seem to be able to collect normally. A lot of things I have to pick up right now, so it helps."

"Yeah, I want to pick up a bunch of mushrooms too and make dried mushrooms. Make it stock."

"... Mine, be able to identify poisonous mushrooms"

The next day I took a black skin to the woods and made sure I hooked it to the edge of the cage, dried it in the heavens and sun, while picking a large quantity of mushrooms.

20% were poisonous mushrooms.

Weird. This shouldn't be...

For a few days, it dried heavenly sun and completely dried the black skin. I didn't know to what extent it was "completely dry" so I thought it was too dry.

Take the black skin and head out to the woods. From now on, the weather is important as you will be exposed to the river for more than a whole day.

I can round the stones around the area where even the less conspicuous people in the river don't come close, so that the black skin doesn't flow, and peel them.

"Is this it?

"… maybe. Let's see how it goes on the way home."

I don't have any experience, so I'm not sure, but this shouldn't be wrong. With that in mind, I stared at the foot that was in the river.

... Naturally, you don't have rubber boots or gloves.

It's still a hot day, so it's okay to go into the river, but the next season will be the season when entering the river involves life and death.

"Lutz, before it gets cold, we might have to keep the other trees as well as the trombes this far. I won't be able to get into the river."

"... Indeed. It's still pretty cold."

I guess Lutz also thought about working after it got cold, face to face and agreed with me.

"Let's cut the tree by the end of the day and hide it somewhere like it was clay. If you're bringing pots and steamers tomorrow, you can't even hold a tree of ingredients, can you?

"Right."

On that day, look for trees that are likely to be paper ingredients, cut them, put them together by type, and hide them under shrubs.

While collecting, I sometimes go to see how the black skin looks. The black skin drifting amidst the stones was slightly swollen by inhaling water without flowing into the river.

"Leaving the woods, I'm worried, but you're going to be okay"

"... yeah"

I can't help but wonder how the black skin has left me even after I left with the thought of getting my hair pulled back.

What if all of a sudden something like guerrilla heavy rain falls upstream, increases water, and is being flushed, etc. What if a bandit comes out and they just take it to say they found the treasure, etc. Weird thoughts keep coming to me when I'm confused.

The next day I twitched, headed to the woods, but the guerrillas never seemed to rain heavily or get my eyes on the bandits, and the black skin was decent when I went to the woods the next day.

"Good. You weren't gone."

"... So, what are we gonna do with this?

Take up the black skin that sucked water on the dendron, and Lutz tilts his neck.

"You peel this outer skin with a knife and make it just the white skin of the endothelium. But let's start steaming yesterday's tree first. You can do it while it's steaming."

"Okay."

I still have the stone jar I made last time, so I add some repairs and set the pan and steamer.

When it was over, on the larger flat stone of Kawahara, where the pot was also visible, me and Lutz began to peel the outer skin with a knife.

"Because now I can put aside the amount that I let dry for a while. Let's finish white-skinning while it's warm."

"Ooh."

gullible...... giggly giggly......

Place the black skin on the stone and peel the black skin on the surface so that it is only white. It feels like I'm going to take a muscle from Sasami. The skin is not so sturdy, so bumps can break. I know there are more efficient ways and tools to do this, but this is the best for me right now.

gullible...... giggly giggly......

"Hey, Mine. I can't do this..."

"Yeah, you needed a table"

I can't stop getting goosebumps because the sound of the knife and stone rubbing sounds all over my body. In order to work on skin peeling, I truly think that I want a slab-like plate.

There are quite a few things that are missing when you actually try to work them out, even if you remember them in your head and try to write them down. There are too many things I didn't know, even if I meant to. In the course of working, the missing items must be refilled one by one.

I felt the importance of experience in my unstoppable goosebumps, peeling with tears.