Ascendance of a Bookworm

From the day after I went to buy clothes, the work of bringing what I ordered from Benno into the temple was added to the children of the Mine Workshop. Kids who have turned into thick clothes are packing their newly purchased luggage and moving between the Guilberta Chamber of Commerce and the orphanage.

About half of it is for my room, but some things I use in the orphanage. Then more and more tools were brought in for use on pork processing days.

"Mine, where do you put it?

"I'm asking Fran and Vilma to clean the basement of the orphanage for the apprentices, so get in there."

"The basement?... Did you open it?

Lutz blinked, squeaking in disgust.

The orphanage had a door on the floor leading to the basement, but it was sealed with a slab to keep it out. When I cleaned the orphanage simultaneously, I noticed the presence of the basement, but didn't bother to crack open the slab that had been punched.

Except if you need storage space. Tools purchased for use in winter manual work arrived, so I opened them quickly.

I was nervous that something would even come out of it, but it was just not used, and I was honestly horrified that nothing in particular came out.

"Open your luggage here and give it to Gil for transport to Master Mine's room. Then make sure you leave firewood and food in the basement of the women's building and lots of firewood and tools in the basement of the men's building."

As Fran inspects the baggage that arrives on the carrier, he assigns where it will be carried.

This baggage allocation is due to the fact that soup is made on the basement of the women's building and the basement of the men's building is a mine workshop.

With regard to food, Vilma, who manages the women's building, was to manage it together. Keys were also attached to the food pantry so that it could not be used on its own. This will be a precious food for winter, so it comes from the decision that if we are no longer on the way, we will all be in trouble.

Grey clerics and witches carry them to their respective cellars, and the children help carry their luggage as they raise their voices that look like they're having some fun.

Lutz, who watched how it was, turned his gaze to me.

He said he could help our family.

"Huh?"

"It's pork processing in the orphanage. I didn't mean to be too clear, but I think my father is grateful to the Chief Cleric."

Lutz says so with a small laugh. Stubborn, artisanal and silent, Uncle Deed seems to appreciate the clergyman setting up a place for discussion.

"But, look, the Chief Cleric is noble, so there's nothing you can do to thank him directly, is there? That's why I said what it felt like to help you with the orphanage instead. So, the whole family was to be mobilized"

"The whole family...... Uncle, are you still not running wild?

Rutz's family is full of four brothers and men, so it's very helpful to have more when this kind of work is going on, but I'm very curious to see if my family is really convinced.

"'Cause it's okay. I can't help it,' cause my brothers gave up on me, but my mother's into it."

"Oh well. If Rutz's family can help, we'll figure it out. Pork processing, I'm getting excited."

Ugh, and when I laughed, Lutz narrowed his eyes, and after seeing me floating, he sighed as if frightened.

"Mine's set to leave a message, right?

"Huh?"

I blinked my eyes several times, watered where I floated.

"Isn't that obvious? Every year, at this time of year, you heat it out, and before that, you heat it out in the carriage, and one of them collapses and gets transported to the gate, right? You can't just take a beginner with you like this one."

"Well, that, yes... My mother's pregnant, and I'm going to be your sister next year, and I'm going to join you this year to learn how to work."

I can't believe I can finally go to pork dismantling without crying when I see the demolition work.

I was going to pre exercise at the orphanage pork demolition this year to help my neighbors deconstruct pork properly.

"No. If we're taking them to the orphanage, Mine can't work anyway. I've been watching a lot of work outside all day, and I've decided to give it a fever. Then, is it glue? You won't be able to do any more work."

I have been lined up one after the other with reasons why I should not go. I can't argue with the trouble.

"Mine left a message. Use your head in the meantime. Um, what was that? Mine said it was the right material."

"Ooh..."

On the morning of the pork processing day, our family and Rutz's family gathered to meet for a step in the well square, which led me to head to the orphanage with my father and Touri. I left a message at the orphanage, for my father and Touri to carry luggage and deduct children from the orphanage.

Lutz went to the butcher as an apprentice at the Guilberta Chamber of Commerce, then to the countryside with the craftsmen, and Lutz's family and mother were to head to the countryside first to prepare smoked huts and pump water.

"So with this kind of splitting today, we're going to get to work. The Pork Processing Squad will push the luggage, and the Voicemail Squad will clean the temple and the orphanage, and then prepare the soup for dinner."

Fran divided the children into two parts. All grey clerics suitable for hard work are incorporated into the Pork Processing Squad with the exception of supervisors.

"Dad, just bring the skin home. Because it is used to make glue. If there's no bones or guts left, I'll give up, but just the skin, please. Stay dead."

As he pressed in precaution to bring his skin back to my father, he laughed as he gently slapped my head.

"Ok, ok. Mine's quiet in his room. Be careful not to heat up. Lutz said the work after this was important, right?

"Yeah."

When I finished pushing my father, I went to Tulli, who was carrying my luggage with my children to the carriage.

Tulli, Delia, please.

"I know. Let's stick together."

When Tulli turned to Delia and laughed nicely, Delia frowned and glanced at me.

"Master Mine, why should I go? Ya!"

"Because I want Delia to see the world outside the temple."

My side of the line is Rosina and Vilma are leaving messages, with the exception of them, who are supposed to head for pork processing. Delia hated it, but this time it is semi-compulsory pork processing. I don't think we should go to an orphanage, and I think we should interact with the other kids outside of the orphanage.

You seem to have little interaction with the orphanage kids, but Touri and I seem to have been in a good mood for shopping, and there are Gil and Fran, so we won't be alone.

"What does Mine stay and do?

"I'm making a new picture book. Rosina and Vilma are with us. Because we both have beautiful letters, and we have to have them painted."

Rosina is my Feshpeel teacher, while at the same time she has a reputation for the beauty of the letters. I'm supposed to have you help me make my next picture book.

Vilma puts all the men's sidelines out there, so she plans to make a picture book with me in my room today. Finally, two good cook girls are to be brought in to make them specialize for the winter in the kitchen.

"Good luck making it"

"Yeah, say hello to everyone."

I escorted everyone with Rosina back to my room. As we practiced fesh peel, Vilma brought two girls to the room.

"Practice well so you can cook good food"

"Yes!"

Encourage two nervous people and ask Rosina to take them to the kitchen.

"Thank you, Master Mine."

"Vilma?"

"During the harvest festival the blue clergy is basically paying off, so God's grace becomes a very cluttered object. Some clerics take cooks, others out of hand because they know the Lord won't eat them. If we couldn't make our own soup, it would have been a very painful time for about ten days."

I was relieved by what Vilma said.

At a time when the number of blue clerics is decreasing, I am the only blue cleric left in the temple throughout the harvest festival. Distant rural, nearby rural, each dispatched, no matter the difference, to some rural area. If all the blue clerics take the cooks, God's grace will be gone.

"There used to be a large number of blue clerics, so there was another half God's grace where about half went out, and it was inconceivable for cooks to be clueless in front of other blue clerics, mainly because they couldn't shame them. But now..."

Vilma lays down her eyes for the first time, frowning and exhaling. A gentle grin returned to my slowly open brown eyes, staring at me.

"Master Mine allows us to make our own. Young children can live without starvation. I also really appreciate the winter support for the orphanage. So say whatever I can"

Having said that, Burma quickly started spreading the tools for painting on the table as she went upstairs.

"Is this the next story?

"Yeah, I'm talking about Cinderella."

As Vilma begins to look through the story, I start practicing again with a fesh peel. It's the third challenge and freedom song given to me by the clergyman.

This free song is "Kogitsu" according to the season. I applied the name of the animal in this vicinity, so it is not a fox, it is a fox, but I don't care.

"You have a nostalgic tone"

"Can Vilma also play fesh peel?

"It's about your liking. It's nothing but deafness for Master Mine listening to Rosina's fesh peel."

Vilma said that with a laugh of dullness, but it is decided better than me, the beginner.

"Rosina is too good to know how much of a hobby she is. Let me hear Vilma's fesh peel, too."

"You're really into it, aren't you?

Still, it still seemed like a long time and a pleasure to touch the instrument, with a somewhat inadvertent look, and Vilma took the bigger fesh peel in her hand.

The sound coming from the strings bounced with the pin seemed a good representation of Burma's character, soft, relaxed and very comfortable. When the gentle voices like Vilma's lullaby come together there, they're going to fall asleep without jokes.

"The sound of Vilma is as soft as ever."

"Isn't it because I don't have the skill, like Rosina, to pick all the slow songs?

Seeing two people speaking with pleasure, I am stunned by the level of sobriety that is required of me. The aristocratic child seems to be quite a master of the arts.

"... is this the level of preference? Does that mean Rosina's a good painter, too?

'Cause if it's about your taste, you've been made to wear it.'

Given Burma's level of musical appetite, Rosina's painting level can also be somewhat inferred. Having been given that much education to flank, Master Christine seemed to be a truly substandard witch apprentice.

When the 3 bells ring to finish practicing Feshpeel, Cinderella's picture making is next. Discuss what illustrations to include with Vilma who has read the story.

"It's hard to give Cinderella her beauty. I can't change the color of my skin..."

"Why don't you make a difference in the shape of your stepmother or sister-in-law?

"If you're a lady who can accompany you after a middle-class aristocrat, I think you're beautiful, though?

I have trouble poking such a reality at my stepmother and sister-in-law to contrast with the beautiful Cinderella. When I was worried, um, Rosina tilted her neck gently as she watched the exchange.

"Dear Mine, shouldn't we recreate the scriptures for children that have already been determined in content?

"Rosina?"

"It seems fast to write to Master Mine about nobility. Shouldn't it be a little more, at least, done after it passes through your inner feelings in the temple?

The clergyman also told me that he had pointed out to Rosina that he knew too little about the aristocratic society.

"As far as I'm concerned, I also wanted to make Cinderella to know if a normal story would be acceptable..."

"Master Mine, that's what you'd say if you could make a normal story."

Rosina shook her neck to the side, exhaling slowly. "Rosina, you say too much," he says, as Vilma suppresses it from the side. This means that Vilma also thinks Cinderella is not a normal story.

"... Cinderella is not a normal story?

"Normal stories are about knights, like it's a founding story, or it's about gods. I've never heard anything like Cinderella."

It seems that the stories heard when I was serving Master Christine were basically the source of art. He says there are also paintings, music and poetry based on stories. If we do not study it, then it will not be a picture book acceptable to the aristocracy.

"Which is more acceptable to the aristocratic class, the Children's Bible or Cinderella?

"It would definitely be a children's Bible. It's also an essential knowledge for upbringing, and it's very easy to understand and summarize."

To be so clear, I was determined to give up Cinderella completely. It's better to make something that you can definitely sell than to make a picture book that you know you can't accept.

"Then Cinderella gives up and this time recreates the Children's Bible.... Rosina, can I hear that normal story again next time? Next, we'll put it in a picture book."

"It's a necessary knowledge for upbringing. I'll tell you anytime."

When you unravel one children's scripture and tear it apart, cut it in half and separate the pages between the letters and the picture. I lay a picture on top of the thick paper that was supposed to make Cinderella's edition paper and cut off the black part. That should do the exact same painting as last time.

"Master Mine, just like last time, please cut the page of the letter"

I nodded cocklessly when Rosina, who laughed Nicole, assigned me a job. I am apparently very clumsy compared to the two of them. It was early concluded that it was not suitable for the task of cutting delicate paintings.

... Rosina is cleverer and cleaner than I am to cut through.

Rosina and Vilma, who brought the Lutz cutters they keep in the workshop, cut the painting for good reason. I took charge of the letters and cut them right off.

The dinner to be delivered to the orphanage was finished before the 6 bells rang, and the girls, who were assistants for the first time, came out of the kitchen with a tired look. Talk about delivering it when Fran gets back, and have Rosina break up the cook as well.

"It's too late."

"Pork processing can be time-consuming. You should be working on six bells."

And as I said so, I looked out the window. The sun is about to go down and it's getting a little dimmer. It wasn't until it got a little colder to do pork processing in your neighborhood that your family would come back after the sun completely went down.

"We're back now!

Coming back as Delia bounced her breath out loud. Is it getting cold out there? My cheeks are like apples.

"Welcome back, Delia. Could you have done a lot?

"Yeah, with that, you'll be fine during the winter."

I exhaled a ho relief that Delia, who was worried, was back in a good mood.

Delia came back first to get me dressed, and others seem to be carrying more and more of the processed pork into the basement.

"So this big piece of meat was hanging and smoked. Strange how smoke makes it harder to rot. Then..."

Delia tells me with excitement and diligence how her bowels were made as she dressed me, how the butcher brightened up, etc.

Apparently, the pork processing that we all do outside has been a good stimulus for Delia. I hope you can interact with the orphanage kids at this rate.

"Dear Mine, Lutz wants to talk to you about pig skin. Are you sure you want to take me to the workshop when you're done dressing?

I heard Fran from downstairs. I was already dressed and I go down the stairs.

"Gil, show Master Mine around."

"Okay."

On the way to the workshop, I saw everyone carrying food from the luggage truck into the basement of the women's building. I can also see my father and Touri. I took my feet to the workshop, holding back the urge to head over there.

"Mine, this pig skin, how can I keep it?

And it came to pass, when he found me, that Lutz said so, pointing to the round skin. I look around in the workshop and point to one pot.

"For one thing, do you want me to put it in that pan?

"Are you ready downstairs?

"I think you should put it on lime water and watch how it goes because I'm going to get rid of the hair but I don't know how long to soak it. It's late, isn't it?

"I'd be scared if I got wasted," Lutz said, taking out the bookboard. Lutz with an iron pen looks at me. To signal it, I will explain how to make glue.

"First, once you dip it in lime solution for hair removal, it peels off into the epidermis and endothelium for the naked skin. You can rutz this too, right?

"I'm not very good, though."

Lutz glances over his shoulder and says so, prompting ahead with his gaze.

"The endothelium becomes the raw material for glue. I don't use the epidermis for glue, so I think I should smooth it out and make it the cover of the book. How about that?

"Who does skinning?

I leaned my neck, bewildered by Lutz.

"... er, ask for a skincare workshop?

"If only I had money."

"Ugh..."

Having been thrust through the painful spot, I decided to stray from my gaze and continue explaining.

"So, soak the endothelium further in lime solution, leave it until it swells and softens, and remove 'protein' or 'fat' from the raw material... it's on your own, so you can leave me alone. After that, wash the skin to clean the lime, boil it in hot water, with a small fire for about two bells."

"I know two bells. That's quite a long time."

Rutz says so, while he runs an iron pen on the bookboard.

"It's hard to get from here, but if you leave it quietly at about the temperature when you're sipping tea, the impurities sink or float, and the middle becomes transparent, right? I'm going to use the transparency in the middle."

When I stopped the words, Lutz raised his face from the bookboard and tilted his neck.

"... how do you just use it in the middle?

"I haven't done it yet, so with trial and error?

"Seriously. Well, you'd better split it into smaller pans."

I know I should gently remove the impurities above, but I don't know how or how far to remove them unless I try.

"So if you pour the glue into the crate, put it in the window where the cold northerly wind comes in the winter and let it cool and coagulate."

"Hmm, I've been soaking and simmering for a long time, so I think I can make candles with you."

Rutz concluded so in retrospect of the book board.

"Then tomorrow we'll make candles at the same time as we make glue. Stinky work, I'll clean it up all at once."

"Yes!"

Excited for my first glue making, I raised my hand greatly.