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

From the lodging town of Peaks along the street, driving a carriage southeast for two hours.

The scenery, which was unsavory due to all the wilderness and meadows, is coloured by heavy, dripping rice ho, and the more we proceed, the darker the golden colour.

Whether there is no paddy field and concept, or dare you, it is a field with no water strained that is spreading on one side of the perimeter. Speaking of rice cultivation, this sight was a kind of cultural shock to Nobunaga, who only knows paddy fields, and he looked rarely at 'paddy fields'.

"What's up, Takahiro? Is rice that rare?

"You're Zipanian, aren't you? haha."

A middle-aged couple who look at the nobility of riding themselves out of a carriage and lean their necks properly. They were the parents of Caorle and the Rockyards who ran the Mass Dining Hall (Mampuku Pavilion) in Wangdu.

"No, I only know Mizuda. Rice grows even when sown in fields."

"Uh, you know what? Well, the fields are more dominant."

"What is it, you adventurer, you've never even seen land rice, haha!

One of the carriages prepared by the youth groups in the village of Zipania. In a medium-sized carriage of ten, the lockyards, who were checking luggage, souvenirs and front checks, were very pleased with the rendezvous of the nobles.

That's why, on the road, I talked to Noble Daisy and Yumiel without a pull, got in such a good mood to play with the cheeks of my sleeping lutoo, and sifted through portable tea, confectionery, etc.

Sometimes both husband Akatsuki and wife Kate are fond of dating. Sometimes you and I are connected across public and private borders. Still, they're in a special outside mood, I guess, because the thinker of their only daughter jumped right into their palms.

(The trigger is fine with new America. At first, dough is better than flowers. Results. Results are everything! I'll make this a chance, you!

(Oops! Now the Lockyards are cheap too! haha!

Caorle, who was in the same carriage when he saw overly discerning eye contact between his parents, whose marriage march was dull and leaky, exhaled softly and small.

(Ugh, I didn't mean that. I just wanted to show the Takahiros our village. I can't believe what your mothers are thinking, I...)

If you say you didn't think about it, you're lying.

I want to show you the view of my hometown. I want to mow the rice with you. I want to sift through handicrafts with you. I want to walk in the village at night where I hear bugs with you.

Caor-Lockyard is seventeen years old. Around the so-called age, she had difficulty with an irrepressible maiden heart, just as other girls in love were.

"Hmm?"

"... Yep. I've never traveled long before either."

"Wow?

"... yes. My chest is pounding for my first experience."

While Caorle looked uncut, Noble Daisy looked outside the carriage, and Lutu was still resting, friendly Yumiel and Krumia continued a conversation that was somehow difficult for the usual people to understand.

While doing so, the carriage also runs, through the rice fields, into the woods, south, south. Eventually, when the carriage began to climb a loose hill, your university was short, "Oh?," he muttered.

"Hey, Caorle. I went through the rice fields, but is the road right? Earlier, I saw a village across the field, but that's the village of Zipania, right? If I did, wouldn't I have gone far?

Precious man pointing to the rear of the carriage as if in a bit of a hurry. To his hasty appearance, the Lockyard family and the young man who served as his lord had a decent face, but he laughed at the fact that there was an immediate point.

"Oh no, Takahiro. That's the village next door. The village of Zipania is beyond this hill!

"Even rice. We make it out of paddy fields like zipangs."

"Haha, it's rude to mistake it for a neighbor village"

"Oh, yeah? Really?"

"Takahiro, did you want so much new rice?

"No, never..."

He squirmed with a fading voice, and watched you dye your burnt face red in the day, and laughed louder and louder together.

Did you get into the bump, the laughter didn't quite subside, and even if it was on the hill, Kate and others were holding their bellies in pain.

If they're right, the village of Zipania won't be long. You thought you couldn't dress up to enter your neighbor's hometown without being laughed at, Guitar clapped his hands heavily and tried to distract the cahors.

But earlier than that, the view of the village of Zipania jumped into view - and Kate's self-derisive voice rose.

"Heh, I can't believe I'm mistaken for a neighbor village, I'm really rude"

"Because our village"

"It's not that big..."

"Ugh!?

From the top of the hill there was a view of the village of Zipania.

There are woods to the east and west of the village. There is a river that flows through the middle of the village, along the road. Ahead of the river flowing from north to south, there is another, small, tall hill. At its foot there is a small siege pond, and in the form of bypassing the hills, the river is creating another stream. There was a house in the village whether it would reach fifty houses, by which there were small fields and paddies.

- In the village of Zipania, that was all there was.

Would it be as big as four colosseums? The pompous open spaces in the woods are so small that they are not comparable to the villages we have just passed.

Well, now, it's rude to compare. To refer to such a small village as a 'village' would be disrespectful to a neighbouring village that is carrying out large-scale rice cultivation in a vast area of land.

To say the least, the village of Zipania was small and small.

"Um, you know, me. I didn't mean to."

Knowing the truth, and wandering about, Mr. and Mrs. Lockyard, the youth of thy Lord, turn a staring eye. And then I dropped my gaze after I sighed, and, as it were, everyone, I shut up.

Finally, things have gone badly.

When you sweat cold on your forehead.

"Look, I'm not really kidding."

And the caorle filled my parents' heads.

"... what? Are you kidding?"

Caorle laughs bitterly toward the noble majesty that makes his eyes black and white at the rapid expansion.

"Yes, a joke. People in the village of Zipania, they still love masochistic stories when the village grows up. Let me just show you a part of the village and let 'My village, it's so tiny...' or something depressing. I wish I could stop."

"Heh? The village's grown? What, with this?

Guitar pointed to the small village with a missing face between them. Against him, looking sorry, Caorle put his hands together in front of his face.

"I'm sorry. I should have explained. The village of Zipania today extends beyond that hill."

Towards the village at the foot of the hill, the carriage descends the ramp as it passes through the village's outer ring. Then, until then, the view, which was held back by the other hill and invisible, became apparent in stages - the Noble University finally understood the words of Caorle.

"Then again...... welcome to the village of Zipania!

Girl with open hands. At the tip of her back there was an unbeatable rural sprawl in the neighboring village, centered around a small high hill.

In the direction of your arrival, on the north side, the entrance to the village, there were fields growing vegetables and fruits besides rice. Meanwhile, the south side of the village was monochromatic in rice fields, and besides some private houses, there were only rivers and paddies, and golden-stained rice ho.

In the wake of the wind, deliberately and deliberately watching the rippling Inaho, Guitar was feeling nostalgic behind his chest. The place he grew up in was the heart of the city, like a city with only buildings and artificial parks, but the paddy fields shaken by Inaho are probably the original landscape of the mind for the Japanese. The little maid stared at the side of the LORD, who gazed at the field with her eyes narrowed.

"The village of Zipania? This is the village of Zipania?

"That's right, Kul. This is the village of Zipania. It's the village I grew up in."

"Lots of wheat!

"Haha, that's rice"

The Rockyards, who parked their carriages at the entrance to the village and broke up with the youth group, and the Grand Route, bypassed the central hills, heading south along the river and south.

The house where Kaoru and Akatsuki live, and where Kaoru's grandfather and Akatsuki's brother and wife live, seems to be located at the southern end of the village. Akatsuki and his wife, leading the way, followed the village boulevard in a straight line, shaking into their first birthplace in a long time.

"Whoa! Akatsuki, you're home!

"Ooh! Grandpa seems fine and above all...

"Oh, Kato! That was sooner than planned!

"I wanted to see you! Killi!"

"Kaoloo! I bought a proper souvenir from the capital -?

"Long time no see, that's the first sound!?

Whenever I walk, do I hear voices from the old men and women of the village, like boulders, homeland, etc.? Guido was strangely convinced that this was still the village they grew up in for the lively exchange between the villagers and the Rockyards.

After that, a little walking, greeting back the villagers who speak up. Finally, in front of your eyes, you can see the home of the Lockyard family, the destination.

A two-story house with no jippang-like anywhere, instead of where Kaol's grandfather, who is a jippang, lives. Like any other house in the village, a roof of a house made of wood, stone and bricks pops up to the iconic chimney of a Western private house.

"Is this Caorle's home?"

"Ugh, yeah, yeah"

Caorle thundered his chest with excitement at the words you said without any concern.

(That's right. Takahiro is coming to my parents' house right now)

Even though I thought about doing so from myself, when I had to come to that moment, I got strangely nervous. Is it true that the roots are pure, too, the caorle that makes the rough men of cities and villages feel fine? The caorle, which stretches his body, tries to make his way to the front door of the raw house in a shabby motion.

Then a loud voice fell through the upstairs window, and Caorle shook his body bikly at the voice.

"Ah!? Caorle! Welcome back!"

In contrast to a room with dark hair and a caorle with mixed redheads, the girl who rode herself out of the window had a black mesh on her redhead.

The 10-year-old girl, with a bandage around her head, rides herself out the window, waves loudly down, and raises her voice.

"Who is he?!? Man? Did you make a man in the city? Huh!?

"Hi, Hina!

"Yabeh! Tatsuji! Ji-chan! Ji-chan!

The girl, called Hina, pulled into the back of the house in a dotted footsteps, without even cowering at the blaming voices of Caorle.

Only indescribably subtle air was left for those left in front of the house. The lockyards laughed without a voice as they were, the walnuts laughed and Yumiel stood still silently.

And Caorle, stared at by them, was alone, waving his hands and panicking.

"Hey, hey, that's my cousin, but I mean, the joke's over, and, uh, it's not"

"Heh, Caorle, did you have a cousin"

(Never mind. No!?

Caorle's man called noble daddy, saw that he hadn't moved a bit, and Caorle was relieved, shocked, in a complicated mood.

"Ji-chan! Over here!"

Less than a minute after pulling into the house, Caorle's cousin showed up again. Now instead of coming out of the upstairs window, he opens the front door and comes out and pulls one old man with his hand.

An old man with white total hair behind him, dressed in dressing style clothes. With as much back as you, the old man with a tight body is pinned even to the spine.

If the vitality of this was too high, it would have made me feel just as loud, but Caorle's grandfather's eyes were filled with calm as the autumn sky.

"Uh, nice to meet you. I..."

To an old man who can even feel elegant, first bow your head and begin to greet him.

But Caorle's grandfather controlled it with his right hand and grinned and opened his mouth with a shallow, wrinkled face.

"I hear it from my son and grandson. Looks like you're doing me a favor. Thank you, Mr. Takahiro Sayama. No... Takashi Sayama"

The eyes of the old man smiling calmly were of the same colour as yours.