Ascendance of a Bookworm

As I was making my hand-worked hair decorations, I heard tongues and knocking on the front door.

After seeing each other in the face, Thuri goes to see how it goes.

"Yes, who?

"It's me, Lutz." I brought you a part. "

"Okay. Open it now."

When Touri unlocked and opened the giggly door, Rutz came in with a hint of outside air that hadn't been able to shed any snow.

"Wow, looks cold"

"Is the snowstorm terrible?

"The road to the well was pretty blocked, but it's still better now"

With that said, Lutz just got in and completely snows off.

"This, Xuan part. My brothers made three at a time, so I have nine."

Lutz arranged the hairdressing pieces on the table. When the pieces are lined up, the tooli rises up and brings the pieces of hair decoration that are raised.

"Oh, well, shall we finish what we're made of? Then you know how many pieces of jade are missing, right?

Seems like a lot was done while I slept with fever. Seeing the decorations lined up on the table, I pose a problem to Lutz.

"12 decorative parts. Lutz brought 9 pieces of bamboo. How many pieces are missing?

"Ah? Uh, three"

"Correct. Well done. You study a lot. Please make hair decorations with Thuri and her mother. I'll study Lutz."

I found in Lutz's other hand a bag with a tablet and a calculator, and I said so.

Touri tilts his neck after blinking his eyes several times.

"I heard you're calculating at the gate, but can you really teach Mine?

"I can teach you enough letters and calculations."

Lutz laughed bitterly beside me as I swept away at the lack of much trust.

"Mine is amazing with letters and calculations. Well, it's amazing how powerless you are."

If you don't mind, just stop in the first half.

Even if I stare at Lutz, my mother and Touri are laughing, so it makes no sense at all.

Lutz removed the tablet and the stone pencil from the bag, so I also ran to the bedroom to take the bundled notepad and coal pencil out of my crate by cutting only the usable part from the paper of my failures.

In the name of teaching Lutz to study, I thought about making a book.

Usually, it shouldn't be that noticeable because my mother and Touri are the only ones who seem to be wandering and uncomfortable making books next to doing their handiwork, but if they were teaching Lutz, it wouldn't make a difference in the behavior that we're both writing.

Come on, it's a continuation of book making.

Sometimes I write when I find time, so my mother's bedtime story has accumulated in a notebook bound up little by little, but I haven't been able to write enough to call it a book yet.

With a broom, holding a notepad and a coal pencil and a tablet and a stone brush, my mother's voice was heard as I tried to return to the kitchen.

"Hey, Lutz. You're against Carla and her family becoming merchants, aren't you? Are you sure you want to stay like this?

Breathtaking at the serious story that all of a sudden began, I softly return to the kitchen, careful not to make any footsteps.

Next to my mother who asks the question, Touri, who is hardened and unable to move, has Lutz on the front who sees my mother with a strong face.

As I sat next to Lutz, my mother exhaled slowly and opened her mouth as she looked alternately at Lutz and me.

"I thought maybe it was Mine's fault that Lutz told me he was going to be a merchant. He said he wanted to be Mine and that he had a nice, sweet Lutz to take care of him."

"That's not true! I wanted to be a merchant, and Mine introduced me. I'm the one who got Mine involved, aunt."

Rutz immediately denied it. Lutz wanted to be a traveling merchant, listened to him, knew that citizenship existed, and decided to be a merchant. I honestly have nothing to do with that determined process.

My mother nodded small, staring quietly at Lutz.

"Yes. You want to be a merchant is Lutz. But if you go to the same place as Mine for an apprenticeship, Rutz will try to take care of Mine, just like before, right? Taking care of Mine, the position of an apprentice is not sweet enough to be able to work. You'll be halfway through the job, distracted by taking care of Mine."

I think my mother's advice was stabbed in Lutz's chest. Just because I was told something unexpected, it was to me that Rutz sat next to me breathtaking.

And the word also stabbed me in the chest. My mother's words are no mistake.

As I was biting my back teeth off, Lutz lifted his head up in a good way.

"... I really want to be a merchant. Mine was there, so I could be a merchant. So I want to be as helpful to Mine as I can, but it's not for Mine that I want to be a merchant."

Yes, Lutz has a dream of his own. I wasn't an artisan for what I wanted to do, the merchants were more convenient, and I hardened my mind more and more by dealing with Benno and Marc.

Acting with me was the shortest way to become a merchant, but not for me.

"So Lutz can continue to be a merchant without Mine, for example, if he's weak and he's going to quit his job?

Lutz snorted slowly as she stared into my mother's eyes, her hands gleefully and strongly combined on the table.

"I'll keep going. Naturally. I only tell my mother and father to be craftsmen, but I don't want to give up because it's the way I finally cut myself open. Even if Mine tells me to stop now, I'll be a merchant."

"Yes.... then, fine. Just listening to Carla, I never really talked to Lutz properly, so I was curious. Thanks for talking properly."

For Aunt Carla, I guess I look like I'm dating Lutz.

I can't say I'm completely wrong because I'm sure you're swinging at my physical convenience, but that's probably why I've only heard about half of Rutz, and strictly speaking, Rutz thinks he bends his will.

In the meantime, they told me to "stop" but I said no...

I want to know what my mother told me from Aunt Carla, but somehow I don't think she'll talk to me. If you're curious, ask yourself, they're going to say.

"Aunt Aefa, I need to ask you something, too."

"What could it be?

My mother tilted her neck slightly to Rutz's voice. The eyes that stare quietly at Lutz are those that I can see promising to answer seriously.

As relieved, a small, exhaled Lutz opened his mouth.

"How come Aunt Aefa doesn't object to Mine becoming a merchant? If, as my father and mother say, merchants are really an unpleasant profession that people around me don't like, why?

Well, I know it's not considered very good by the craftsmen because it's the merchants who take the fees and pin the profits... Isn't it a little terrible to say that the profession that people around you hate?

As the voice of my heart was heard, my mother looked at me and smiled bitterly, then lowered her brow as she was in trouble.

"I can't say much about the profession because the image of a merchant varies from person to person. But yeah...... I don't disagree, because Mine has always been weak, right?

"Huh? Because you were weak?

As I said I don't know why, my mother laughed small when she saw Lutz tilting her neck.

"Honestly, I didn't think Mine could do the job. It was inconceivable that others might need Mine. So if Mine can help someone with what he's good at, if Mine can do his job so hard, I won't disagree."

My chest tightens tightly to my mother's words. Feeling the love of my mother directed at me, my eyes are getting hot right behind me.

"Oh well.... I'll work hard too, so I wonder if you'll forgive me."

I shake Rutz's hand at the bitter sounding words next door.

"I hope you forgive me."

"Ah."

"To do that, first of all, study."

"Right."

Lutz laughed and the atmosphere loosened up a lot.

The air that we were talking about seriously got foggy, and Tulli, who was sitting there stuffing his breath, exhaled and moved. Sewing the sewing box to the hand and sewing the hair decoration into the pieces.

Looking sideways at it, I gently slapped Lutz's tablet with a ton of fingertips.

"Let's start with a basic letter review. Remember it all, write it down."

"Okay."

After giving Lutz an assignment, write down the stories my mother told me in her notebook to continue making the book. The fact that the coal pencil is blacker than the pencil when rubbed, but unlike the ink, it doesn't cost money is good.

I turn my gaze to Lutz's tablet from time to time as I write the rest of the story. Without hesitation, I could see him writing letters.

Rutz's studies are going too well.

I understand that Lutz is the most disadvantaged of the apprenticeships I have limited opportunities to study and will be working with at Benno's, so I swallow my knowledge to devour it.

Because of the atmosphere at home that is giddy and doesn't allow me to be a merchant, Lutz even thinks about leaving the house in the worst case scenario. That's why I can see you trying to pack your knowledge even more in a hurry.

"You've already learned all the basic letters perfectly. The handwriting is also polite. Wow, Lutz."

"Mine's a good example."

If you draw the line many times and are not used to writing, it is difficult to write the letters beautifully. I have memories of a previous life. Not like me. Thinking about it, I really lose my mind in Lutz's efforts.

"Now that you can write the basic letters, let's remember the words next. Practice writing the most commonly used purchase orders"

I wrote a lumber purchase order on my tablet. I wrote purchase orders many times when I made paper, so I could even write them. As I write, I will also teach you the names of the workshops and the names of my parents that Benno finds out about in the process.

"That's the name of the lumberjack. Who orders here. When we were there, Mr. Benno bought it and delivered it to us, so Mr. Benno's name was in it. This is the name of the lumber......"

Lutz writes hard on his tablet as he looks at my tablet.

"In the spring, when you order to make paper, Lutz will try to write a purchase order?

"What!?

"Practice so you can write"

"Ooh."

Setting goals seemed quite motivating, and I started practicing while making sure there were serious misspellings.

After a while I saw how it was, I began my task of spreading the notebook and writing down my mother's story. It still takes time for my mother's collection of bedtime stories to be completed.

"Shall we practice calculations next?

Having finished writing one story, I stretched out greatly and spoke to my neighbor Lutz.

Lutz, who had practiced words on the tablet many times, nodded with his face up, clearing the tablet and removing the calculator from the bag.

"Well, this is today"

Write the problem on my tablet. It's a three-digit addition and deduction today.After I wrote eight questions, I was watching Lutz use the calculator.

Unlike before, Rutz's fingers play the calculator with little hesitation.

"Using a computer, you're faster."

"Mine told me to remember, once I learned to add up a single digit, it became pretty easy to use"

"Yeah, you're faster than I remember..."

In a simple calculation like the one I'm teaching Lutz, in my case, I can't really get the answer right away with the calculation, so I can't get the finger speed to use the calculator up. As always, calculations are faster than using a calculator.

I left my calculator for Lutz's practice.

Yeah, I'll give myself an excuse. I can't help but not improve because I have a short time to touch it. Although I can't answer a bit if Rutz asks me if I'm going to practice as seriously because I had a calculator at my disposal.

"Looks like the addition and deduction are going to be okay. Because even if the digits get bigger, the way they do it is together."

"It's a little confusing when the numbers get bigger."

Lutz said that and scratched his cheek, but it's been about a month since he started using the calculator, so that's enough achievement.

"I don't know how to multiply or divide, so there's nothing I can do."

I don't know how to use the calculator, so for one thing, I decided to teach him how to multiply and allocate and ninety-nine. The reading style of Jiu-Jiu is not "Yi-Yi-Yi-Yi-Yi-Yi-Yi-Yi-Yi-Yi-Yi-Yi-Yi-Yi-Yi-Yi-Yi-Yi-Yi-Yi-Yi-Yi-Yi-Yi-Yi-Yi-Yi-Yi-Yi-Yi-Yi-Yi-Yi-Yi-Yi-Yi-Yi-Yi-Yi-Yi-Yi-Yi-Yi-Yi-Yi-Yi-Yi-Yi-Yi-Yi-Yi-Yi-Yi-Yi-Yi-Yi-Yi-Yi-Yi-Yi-Yi- Even if it's somewhat hard to say, it's fine if you give me a quick answer when the numbers line up.

Large numbers can now be read, and they can undoubtedly be converted into money.

If Lutz's absorptive power, I think he can handle it if he works hard during rookie education.

... What shall I do?

My mother just said, 'Taking care of Mine, the position of an apprentice is not sweet enough to be able to work. My heart is distracted from taking care of Mine, and I'm halfway through my work,' the phrase stabbed me deeply in the chest.

As Lutz does his work, I will undoubtedly be a foot wrapper. I don't have the strength, I don't have the arm, I'm basically useless.

Although it would be somewhat useful for product development, I often have trouble without Lutz knowing what's going on because I don't know this common sense very well.

Speaking of which, Mr. Benno worried me, too.

I remember being asked if I could really work in this condition, and I think hmm. During a winter when there is only plenty of time to think about it, you have to think about it properly.

Lutz's, and can you work without getting everyone's foot in the store together?

What shall I do?

My father called out to me, who had no good answer the next day and was moving the needle as I pondered.

"Mine, if you're feeling better, do you want to go to the gate? The blizzard is stopping today."

"Yeah, go!

I got up rattled and started getting ready to go out soon. Put a tablet and stone brush in the tote bag and put on many pieces of clothing to get out of the cold.

There are ottoes at the gate. Otto must give us a tough opinion from a merchant's point of view, and from a third party's point of view that is not in his possession.

Let's talk to Mr. Otto.

Whether it is okay for me to remain an apprentice in Mr. Benno's shop.