Many babies' stillborn 'all over the place this year.
It was a kind of sign sent down over the Patron God, and in many cases it was accompanied by terrible inaction.
Many other 'signs' had already begun to appear on the side soil, which had already been hit by a weather disorder called heavy snow. The first thing that happened was the water damage caused by the overflow of that snowmelting water.
Much of the dried up river flooded and cultivated land that was in the lowlands was pushed away. Poor irrigation waterways, which supported marginal soil farming, were also buried in the mud, stifling an even wider area of agricultural land.
As he chased after him, a soothing wind and earth disease of his skin erupted from the precipitated and rotten water.
Even on farmland, where it was safe, twivami worms developed abnormally, causing the villagers to make a noise running around with a gray juice pot (acne).
In one village, the water in the well was mixed with rot and in another the water sources other than the deep well were dried up. Some villages were condemned to death after the bitter grapes (grapes) that had been protected for generations had dried up.
When people opened their mouths, all they came out with was bad rumors.
"... in the village next door, the wheat didn't work at all."
"... Outside the east, the village itself was abandoned."
"The grace of the Land God has diminished. Everyone says..."
The grace of the land is a gift to God's grace.
For the people of the peripheral soil, who are aware of bathing in the grace of the Land God from day to day, it was very common to recognize that the inaction was due to that lack of grace.
In such a straightforward manner that there will be no learning, they quickly arrive at the conclusion that there may have been a lack of grace to the lord's immorality, a lack of effort. Though it was too short-circuited, the idea was about right.
As we spring and people begin to move around the villages, the disparities in crops in each village begin to become apparent to everyone. And when he saw the blue of the neighbouring village, he knew the position of the village.
The village of Lord "Two Years Old" was the most unscrupulous. The sown crops caused the fertility to be small, but the wheat did not grow much, and it seemed terrible that only the seeds were likely to lead to harvest somehow.
On the other hand, in the land of Lord Three Years of Age, the variation was so lush on agricultural land. Barely any level of rice and root vegetables. The wheat was so thin that it fell in the slightest wind that the inhabitants were in great jeopardy of its harvest.
And in the land of the "Four Years Old" lord, who is regarded as a leading player in the soil... the wheat also showed some fertility, even if it was not as good as the year before. The legumes that take away the soil's nutrients are also stretching their leaves, whether or not harvesting is possible.
The village ruled by the Four Years Old lord in the eastern realm can only be counted with one hand. It goes without saying that the ample work was very envious of me by many others.
The inhabitants of the side blessed with the enviable glance directed at them felt better, and the ones who did not, let the unreliable lords recruit something like the frustration they had never had before, because the inequalities in their villages were proportional to that amount of the grace of the Land God, which is undisputed, not in the illusion that the green next door seemed blue.
In the eastern part of the country, even the villages of the "Four Years Old" lords became so rich that they blurred, there was one village that sprang up.
"Your Lord, Marquis Quainaze, has risen to the Five Years Old. Bofoy Village is going to be amazing."
It was the village of Bofoy that hosted many refugees from the former Tepe and was overflowing with people.
The Lords of Bofoy Village The Quainaze family succeeded in taking a leading position in the opposing Lords' Union, even in the earlier Pork (Aug) tribal intrusion noise, and in collecting some returns from the surrounding Lords of all that is in shape.
Whether it was due to its collection, the Quainaze Marquis, who was "Four Years Old," earned the Five Years Old Divine Print (Sinquester) in the clear.
"Five Years Old" lord who has not appeared in the eastern realm of the soil for some time.
Naturally, a grace worthy of its power poured down on the village, and the village of Bofoy was showing more fertility than well all the crops it had created. Envious of its abundance, there appeared to be powerful lords who sought to force their subordination from lords who were inferior to me in order to imitate it.
The farmland of the farmed village grows blue, and the inhabitants are engaged in farming by sweating on their foreheads. It was the inhabitants of the village of Bofoy who should have been better off with their privileged work, but for some reason I don't see much smile on that face. The kitchen situation, which cannot be seen from the outside… the food situation in the village at this time was greatly persecuted by the acceptance of many refugees from the former village of Tepe.
One of the villagers, who worked with paste in his mouth, rested his hand in the work and gave him a clear view of the distance.
Ahead of the man's gaze is the former village of Tepe… the land that has now become the realm of the hated pigs. The villages of Bofoy and Tepe are very close to each other, which only takes about two minutes to get around.
When could there be a dispute and they take the farmland away? The two villages are at such a dangerous distance.
The man tongued hatefully and stabbed the farm tool in his hand into the dirt.
The green of the neighboring village, where the Pork (Aug) tribe was settling, was very blue and glowing, as the law stood.
"... Father, it is"
"... a sentence from my father-in-law. Get ready."
To Orha's inquiry, Vezin threw in the parchment after reading it.
That was a sentence urging the soldiers sent by the Quainaze family to leave.
Unlike the previous coalition, which naturally emerged from the awareness of the crisis, there was a sentence in the eastern region to carry out the Hou led "Alliance of Clubs" of Bofoy village lord Kwainaze Hou, who became the only "five years old (Sinquesta)".
"Recruitment is not yet underway. Immediately now, even if you put it all out, it's only about eighty..."
"There is no room for anywhere near the border. What's left of the village east of the lag is worse. Even if it's a small crowd, it's not shameful."
"Still, we need at least a hundred to keep the team close."
"... can't we gather a little from the flowing people of Tepe?"
"... that's it"
I finally rubbed my eyebrows in Orha, as Vezin had guessed.
The people of Tepe… it is, of course, the inhabitants of the former village of Tepe, taken by the pigs (Aug).
When the men returned from the battle a little longer ago, they appeared in the pompous and western parts of the village of Rag.
They were refugees from the former village of Tepe who were chased after their birth land and even did not live in the village of Bofoy. As a result, the population of the village of Rag had increased by about 20% in the last half month or so.
"... I can barely find any manly hands."
Vezin showed that he understood only by hand gestures.
The village was now overflowing with women.
The total population of the village of Tepe was about 1,500 combined with three sub-villages, and about 1,000 who had escaped the slaughter of the pigs had fled to the most powerful village of Bofoy in the neighborhood.
Even with the village of Bofoy, Dayita, which has more than 2,000 inhabitants in the main village alone, it is not enough to take on all of that. The Quainaze family had asked all the lords who had joined the Eastern Region Union to cooperate and were sending out the overflowing people of Tepe.
The number of visitors to the village of Rag is about 200. It was an outfit that pushed more refugees than others out of the perception that it was within them.
It was of course a celebration that the population of the village would increase, which was on the other hand decreasing. But the sudden change of circumstances was accompanied by pain.
Everything was missing from the people who had fled wearing it.
The Women's Association, which operates substantially of the village, was very modest. Cashier management of supplies to survive in harsh environments… It was the realist (realistic) women holding the so-called 'purse strings', and it was also due to their differences that the refugees' clothes, food and dwellings were examined.
"Refugees aren't just women"
Such a scream rose from the women to the right and to the left in response.
The former inhabitants of Tepe, most of whom were young and old, were occupied.
A certain ratio also mixes men, but they were usually men who were past the platter or babies who were not even able to wean themselves off. The reason is simple. Most of the strong men were accepted in the village of Bofoy and absorbed as their power of war.
Every limbo where the killing with the Fae continued craved a man's hand. There would have been some convenience for the Quainaze family, but it must also be true that the men who wanted revenge on the Pork (Aug) tribe wanted to stay in the village of Bofoy. It was clear that it was the village of Bofoy, north of the village of Tepe, that would be at the forefront of the battle against the Pigs (Aug).
That is why the mindset of the people of the village of Rag could not have been worse against the village of Bofoy, which had singled out its male hands.
Single women who can be workers are packed into women's quarters in the castle by village rules. The long house was for the married, and the number of vacant houses was not that high. In the first place, there was a strong backlash from the villagers because the longhouse life was also equal to the privilege given instead of the obligation to marry and have children live. As a result, almost all of the refugee women were packed into the women's quarters without mercy...
Even the overcrowded space was terrifying. Four people lie on one bunk at a time, and the floor is so cluttered that there are no gaps. The hallway, the clinic, everywhere was full of drinks, and the place where the rain storm was rising was not long overflowing.
It was, of course, the Women's Guild, the management organization that the women of the village cry about, and it was its executives, including the righteous wife Carolina, who made the decisions.
"Let's get some pairs married as soon as possible. You can't just let them play the long house."
"I have a lot of daughters with their hands up in marriage. Some daughters don't choose who they're dealing with if they can move to a long house..."
"There's no number of men in the village when this happens."
"Not many men are worthy of feeding a multitude of daughters."
All those in key positions in the Women's Club are married and old. Jose, the only unmarried woman on the spot, is thriving in opinions about what they say that will be like an old man's remarks. Carolina, the chief who had a warm view of the active man, spoke as if she had thought of it.
"Speaking of which, I have a relationship with you, too. Jose."
Seeing confusion floating on the white side of her decent daughter, Carolina clasped her neck just a little before making her residence right.
"This is life from our Lord Vegin. … accompany you with that 'Almost'"
"Oh, Mother!
"It's your father's will, accept it. I never thought your opponent would be the young man who said," That Kai who took you to the feast. "
"... ugh."
The will of Vegin, the lord, is absolute.
Carolina, my mother, regarded it as a life of obedience and misfortune, while Jose, after she sat down in a pelted hip, blinked and looked around suspiciously, reddening her face as she looked at it.
"Oh, is that a hit?
Carolina snapped unexpectedly.