I managed to finish digging about 10 potatoes using the war axe and the tree branches that were there... should I leave some of these potatoes too? And, thinking about it, it seems that Senai and Aihan, who finished the harvest of Rowan's fruit, make their eyes gleam gleaming when they see the potato in my hand, and run tattered here.

So Senai and the others, who took the potatoes in their hands, paid off the soil beautifully, and then took it in front of them to sort the potatoes by not looking or smelling it... and threw about half of it into the cage.

"... is that identifying good and bad taste?

And when I throw such a question, the Senays return the words as they dig back the soil with a stick of wood to plant the remaining potatoes.

"Power, not flavor!

"There's one, there's one, there's one"

"What doesn't increase is eating! More is planting!

"Lennon, too, to tattoo"

"I see......

Plant that powerful potato where you're digging back now? Not in the original place?

"I'll plant it in its original place, but I'll plant it in a different place!

"In many places, I can beard you!

"This is a lot more! Grow strong! With trees!

"I can stop with a lot of it on my stomach, it looks soggy!

Senai and Aihan dig hard for soil to plant potatoes with that said.

Seeing how it goes, Arner and I nod at each other, and together we dig the dirt and carefully plant the potatoes one by one, following the instructions of the Senays, wondering if it would be best to do so if the Senays were saying so.

Finishing planting the potatoes, I thought I'd take a break once, gathering the leaves of the tree and on top of them, I, Senai, Ihan, Arner, sit down in line and moisten my throat with the leather bagged herbal tea Arner had prepared for me.

That's how I take a breath and then... I give a voice to Senai and Aihan, who are lovingly looking out at the noose I took out of my backpack.

"With that said, earlier, he said what about trees, but do trees grow better with smaller numbers as well?

In response to my such inquiry, Senai and Aihan lean their little necks at the same time and worry for a little while before returning their voices.

"Too little or not, too much or not"

"The better, the better, the better, the better, the better."

"Hmm.

… and I wonder if there are too many trees in this forest "

and saying so looking at the forest ceiling with only branches and leaves, where the sun, on the other hand, cannot even see the sky, the Senays, who similarly looked up at the ceiling,

"Yeah, then I won't grow good trees or good herbs, I'll be a lean forest"

"Lots of mushrooms, but not very good"

And I'm returning those words.

"If that's the case, the next time I come, I'm going to procure wood, and I'm going to cut the trees around there appropriately.

If you say the woods are going to get better on getting wood and firewood, do the best you can "

When I say that as I look at the battle axe I put up on a nearby tree, Senai and Aihan slap my knee with a pepen at the same time, preposterously speaking.

"Don't cut it off properly!

"I can't believe you're talking to me!

"... are there good trees to fell and bad trees?

"There is!!

A laugh comes from Arner, who was quietly listening to me when I was under barometric pressure following the words of Senai and Aihan, who said so uncommonly and at the same time.

"Ha-ha-ha!

It's not just me in the woods, it's Diaz!

... Senai and Aihan are teachers in the woods, you should cut them while they teach you. "

In the wake of Arner's words, I just happened to say, 'Doctor!!' Raising their voices at the same time, Senai and Aihan smile with their eyes glowing and gargling... that's how they were so happy to have been called teachers, they start singing unusual songs as they rock their bodies left and right.

"The lonely, naughty king of leaves.

Always watching the woods ~.

Because once you lose the forest, you call the sand - treat it wisely with care - and don't piss off the king of leaves. '

Is it a song taught by my parents?

Senai and Aihan continue to sing what a pleasure to match their thin, high voices beautifully.

I sing the song to my heart's content, and when the song comes to a paragraph, I look at the noose again, and sing my nose as I look at it... and what a free break I enjoy.

That's how Arner, who had a blurry view of the two of them, leaks the word.

"... I guess the Mayans' textile songs are ringing in the village by now"

"Hmm?... Oh, you seem to be giving me the sperm every day since the Ezelbalds came"

And, when I return the words, Arner exhales a strongly sounding voice, like he put in a feeling of universality.

"At the end of the fall, Paisine brings in a big caravan.

Everything is traded as a luxury product in other countries. In autumn, when Mair often eats grass and fattens well, and grows plenty of good quality hair... before winter we crave all kinds of supplies, the end of autumn is the real deal.

Spring and summer visits combine a look at how much supplies we need to make sure we and Maire survive properly. "

"... I see you did"

"Merchants have come thanks to Mair, and we have our present thanks to Mair.

And the more mairs you own, the more you can buy supplies from the caravan, but if you get more than your own manhood, you won't be able to take care of them and let them die without being able to do it right through the winter... if that goes by, you'll be punished as a felony.

The number of Maires owned is that way directly linked to the richness of the house and the manhood of the parents.

I thought Francis and Francois and their kids would be the only ones this year to celebrate the fall, but I didn't expect that to increase by that much... "

Listening to Arner talk like that, the Maires of the Ill Village led by Francis are either the livestock I own or the Ill Village people who take care of them all - no, it feels like they're part of the Ill Village, but with that in mind, Arner once again reads my expression and goes on.

"Maire's a fellow villager, not a livestock, and you're thinking about that, aren't you?

I see... maybe that's how you think.

We're going to call ourselves Mair Badal, and we're not going to be dealing with livestock because your uncle said he was going to build Mair's temple or anything.

A member of the village, a member of the family, a Maire of God's use... heh, what would Francis and the others look like if they heard "

That's what Arner told me...... I laughed when I thought of the faces that Francis and the others would do, and they imagined the same. Senai and Aihan laughed, and that's how Arner laughed... that's how we all laughed at each other one at a time, and then we all stood up together and said, "Well, do another good job".