Free Life ~Record of the Struggle of a Different World General Merchant~

There is the word population. This is a word used to count the number of people living in villages, towns and cities. Come to think of it, there's no stranger word than that.

Why use 'mouth' to count people? Shouldn't it be with your eyes? Shouldn't it be the nose?

Because there is only one reason, could it be 'head' or 'body', like animals and stone statues? Instead, I wonder if you deserve that better than a single organ called mouth or something.

I can't see why you dare use your mouth. Shouldn't it be a leg? Shouldn't it be with your hands? In the chest, in the torso, shouldn't it be the neck?

The more I think about it, the more I get stuck with the answer. What is population a word derived from? For what reason is the word made?

After thinking so much that he was likely to develop a fever of wisdom, one wok raised the white flag.

"That's because without rice, people can't live. The walnuts wouldn't be able to eat bread without their mouths, would they? So count people by mouth."

"Wow! It was! Thank you, Mother!

Just that I could take what was holding onto my chest, the Dog Beast girl jumped and thanked the elderly Sister. And with the momentum as it was, he ran outside the church.

Yes, as Bright Orphanage Dean Rudos mentioned, counting people by mouth is because they use it to eat things. With a few mouths to eat food, 'population'. Man cannot live without food, nor can a nation or a municipality be formed without food.

By then, the weight that food occupies is expensive. Human beings who, on their own, cannot live as a group unless they have grown something to eat, especially.

Because not all humans are equivalent to farming. Some hunt beasts, others fish. Some pick up nuts, others pick mushrooms.

After they barter to get what they want, there is the current monetary economy. As long as we have money, we have a society where we can get food.

That's why people keep working like they do every day to make money. It's not because I want money. Ultimately, because I want to fill my belly.

"Hiya, hiya, sarah, sarah"

In this sense, I could say that the labour of walnuts is synonymous with hunting. To get food, move your limbs. To fill my belly, make me hungry.

Even if it is a cup poured with cold water or an act of carrying an empty plate, it is in a sense the same as chasing a beast in a mountain field.

"Kuru, take the fork to table number two too."

"Wow!

A girl named Krumia worked to eat. With the popular dining hall "Mampuku Pavilion" as his field, he worked fully due to the vitality of his youth.

Even after noon, the customer's legs are interrupted and he is free as soon as possible. When that happens, Mampu Pavilion is a frequent break.

Put down the warm curtains, put on the bills being prepared, and kick out regular guests trying to stay sloppy to the surface. Mampuku Pavilion is only a popular cafeteria. He teaches himself that it is a place to cool down rice and not a cafe where you can enjoy tea and drink.

"If we don't do this, we won't be able to eat our rice," said the general. She loves eating more than carrying food, and most of all hates that their lunch time extends. That's why there was no fine dust or stray in her actions.

Even that day, Kate, a damsel who knocked out a sticky guest with a cup of broom tea and rushed into the kitchen. She received a bowl from Akatsuki, the owner of the Mampu pavilion and her husband, and returned to the table where the walnuts waited as she sang her nose.

"Yes, Kul. Be careful, it's hot."

"Thank you, auntie.... Wow! Good luck to you!

A walnut lifted the lid covered in a bowl, her eyes narrowed and she cheered. That should be it, too, because the contents of the bowl were her favorite.

Gently simmer tender chicken thighs and onions in a dark consomme and stir in eggs. After that, place on rice served in a bowl and sprinkle with dried parsley. This is Mampuku Pavilion's specialty, a bowl of parents and children.

One dish where fine eggs smell on the hot air of consomme only gives me an appetite for smell. Even humans are a bowl of parents and children whose stomachs are shaken by the smell of drifting from the store. A walnut who was a dog beast and had twice as good a nose as a man could not have tolerated it.

"Here you go!

Evidence of this is that young wonko is still trying to pour a bowl of parents and children on one hand. With the innocence of a child's death, he tries to cheek on his favorite things as much as he can.

"Wait a minute."

"Wow!?

But here's just the stop. The well-behaved walnut only responded to the voice of restraint, holding the spoon up in the bowl and solidifying.

"Wait. Wait a little longer."

It's Kate Lockyard who keeps stopping her with such a sadistic grin. To the walnut, he was Teng himself, who handed over a bowl of parents and children, who lined up the chairs and tried to eat whatever he wanted with them.

Why would she stop walnuts? To a hungry toddler, "Don't eat"? That 's--

"Wait, wait, wait."

"Wow..."

Completely, it was due to her taste.

From an early age, Kate, who is in good shape and a flirtatious lover, sees a dog at meals, sticks around and does' wait '.

"Wait, wait... Yikes!

"Wow."

"... child"

"Wow!?

"Wait...... Yikes!

"Wow."

"... Husband"

"Wow!?

"Ha-ha-ha."

For Kate, the fact that the walnut is a dog beast, not a dog, was a trivial issue. Whether the trigger is just a thought, in reality, there are wolves that respond to 'wait'. You can also get caught in "Good Son Feint". That was everything to her.

That was Kate Lockyard's, born saga.

"I don't feel sorry for you."

"Holy crap!?

To my mother who enjoys the inescapable saga, a blow of hatred from my daughter. Though made of wood, the corners of the basin are also equal to the murder weapon. To an unexpected painful beating, Kate screamed without a voice.

"Wow, are you kidding me?

"Oh, I'm fine. Mother is sturdy. More than that, lunch, let's eat properly. It's gonna get cold."

Caorle ignores Kate holding her head and starts eating her own bowl of parents and children. The walnut, too, was worried for a while, but a few times, the caorle prompted him to mouth a bowl of parents and children.

I've been scattered and scorched, walnuts obsessed with eating rice like I cut a weir. Caorle was a caorle, eating pickles poly as if he didn't care about Kate or something from the beginning.

"It hurt..."

"You deserve it."

Eventually Kate, too, began to cheek up the bowl of parents and children, saying it was bumpy. Then, with a simple one, Kate was in a light mood for the taste of eggs that had cooled down a little, but instead felt sweet.

"Uh-huh, my dad at home is a genius after all..."

"Don't be so praiseworthy! You'll be able to light it, Gahaha!

Big black pillar, late arrival. Unthinkable from all the clutter, Akatsuki came to eat fine after removing the knife, slab, and pan.

"Oh, Kuru. One more belly."

"Ugh! Thank you, uncle. It was delicious, it is!

"No, I'm the one who's thanking you! Thanks for your help! Gahaha!"

With a large, bespoke spoon, Akatsuki flattens the gappo gappo and the bowl of parents and children. Cleverly, in between, he exchanged an acknowledgement with the walnut and put in words of impatience to his wife, who worked well for him.

Is it Zipang's blood business or his personality again? Akatsuki Lockyard, daring and surprisingly a maimed man.

"Ah, I ate. I ate. Well, take a break, you peel imo. What about Kuru? You leaving already?

"Yeah. Nasty, peeled, sticky!

"Are you sure? Kru, the service's not until lunch, is it? You don't have to, do you?

"Wow. It's what I want to do, so be it!

"Well! What a worker...... this child will definitely be a good wife. Kaoru, Kuru is tough!

"What are you talking about!?

The walnuts reunite, sipping tea, as a post-meal outfit. In this way, how many times will they spend an afternoon? Since the walnut turned ten and the first spring came. So you're over twenty, Caorle thought.

A child in an orphanage, the elderly group of ten years of age and older acquires various experiences to work. It was the help of an orphanage, an activity in the community and vocational training in the name of 'service activities'.

The walnut doesn't leak into that example either, and has been working at the Mampu pavilion twice a week since this spring. And, even so, it's just a light task to carry cold and dishes. Not used to human pronunciation, not wanting a 10-year-old beast girl to suddenly pick up an order, etc., neither customers, nor shopkeepers.

The resulting light work, but still, the Mampu pavilion at noon is busy as it turns its eyes. Caorle advised that just carrying a plate would surely make you feel hard and fail.

With her compassion, she also recommended an easier job. Nevertheless, the determination of the walrus was firm, in the form of being pushed, and the caorle reluctantly, to acknowledge the service of the walrus.

I'm sure you'll be depressed, you'll cry. Guests scold me, I guess. This was what Caorle feared from his own experience.

But why don't you open the lid? Now that he has served twenty times, the walnut is the mascot of the Mampu pavilion. Takataka and his vibrant appearance rushed around greatly to the point where he was regarded as "unfamiliar and cute again" by the people of Lower Town.

Now that I think about it, it was a worry loss, a clapped caorle. Still, honestly pleased that there was no problem, she decided to peel the potatoes with the walnuts.

"But it really helped me today. Something tells me Takahiro's busy. I didn't have enough men."

"Huh? Something happened?

"Come on... I don't know the details, but Yummy's not feeling well. For that matter, Takahiro is filling in for the job. It's tough because you're so good at it."

"Much... I'd better help you, okay?

"Uh-huh, I wonder. Yumi said, 'It's okay.' I'm almost there, 'he said,' but it feels dangerous..."

Caorle thinks of Yumiel he saw a few days ago.

Words that mislead something into irresistible motion. As usual, I don't have a look, but at the end of my words and actions, I felt I couldn't afford it.

My husband, Nobita, was also deeply worried, but a little "it's okay". Think again, Yumiel was unnatural.

"Kuh, after all, me, shall we go see?

"Yeah, right. Hey, shall we go see him? To Yumi."

Girls who pamper their foreheads and stand up. They went out to the front of the table, not even dressed, out of concern for their friends.

Whatever it is, Free Life is right in front of your eyes and nose. Because I'm just gonna go pap and come back pap.

That's what I told myself, and the Caorles headed for a free life.

- And I saw it.