Frontier Lord Starts Out With a Population of 0

Ten days after winter preparation began, the village of Ill was completely surrounded by winter preparation scenery.

In a large number of drying rods with hay and dried meat hanging neatly, in a large number of drying shelves lined with mushrooms, walnuts and berries, in a large quantity of maize cloth washed and dried for sale… In a leather bag where young Shep families, led by the chief chef of the family, step on with a buff at the expense of a few.

That leather bag made of black gee leather is packed with tons of grass...... they pack the grass in a leather bag that is boiled in medicinal water and then coated with plenty of ointment made from veterinary fat until it is full, oh so they step on it and drain the air, then tie the mouth of the leather bag tightly, and then throw it there and the stuffed grass will make a delicious grass that smells good.

I don't know how the hell that happens...... Arner says you should think it's like "grass cheese".

It seems that the grass cheese, which smells like apricots when it has a good finish, is a treat that will provide ample nourishment for Francis and the others to survive a harsh winter, and it is also very important because of its deliciousness.

Is it because of that? On the side of the chefs who work to make grass cheese, there are Ezelbalds who keep a tight eye on the work.

I think if they were serious chefs who didn't have to do that, they would do it well...... I can't even lose my mind as the Ezelbalds, or I don't seem to feel comfortable keeping an eye on them.

"Meerh! Meerh!

"I know! I will do my best to be firm and disappointed for the babies that will be born!!

A chef who replies energetically and powerfully to Ezelbald, who says so in a fat, sounding voice.

... well, there was something about François and the other babies that would soon be born, and Ezelbaldo was keeping an eye on me?

I have to thank both the chefs and Ezelbald later, and thinking about it... the Masti family led by Klaus and Murph show up from the north side of the village pulling a luggage truck filled with hunting achievements.

"I'm back -! It's a big hunt today!

And when Klaus raises his voice vigorously, Canis and the Senzi clans led by Cedrio... he loves to make dried meat, or Arida, a small, fuzzy lady who seems to have strong restraints, and Cheema, a fashionable lover, show up from all over the village and flock together to the luggage truck.

"Oh, well, it's a big hunt today! Good job. Good job!

"Because there's still plenty of salt and herbs. Hey, as soon as I finish my prayer of gratitude, I'll make you some delicious dried meat."

The words of Grandma Arida and Grandma Cheema were used as a signal to thank each other in their own way... so that the demolition work begins in what a busy way.

To see how it goes, most of today's prey seems to be mountain deer.

It seems that mountain deer usually live in the middle belly of the northern mountains, but in this season they come down the mountain driven by the cold coming from the top of the mountain.

The taste of that meat is pretty light and tasteless compared to black gee... not very tasty to be honest with you.

I'm hunting all those mountain deer to say it is... I guess it's because of the preferences of the dogs.

Mountain deer for the dogs...... or the horn of a mountain deer seems to be a good looking room decoration that demonstrates the fruits of the hunt, while at the same time being a tasty and edible good snack, and that horn seems to be a better purpose for the hunt than meat.

... Well, that unsavory meat is more suited to dried meat because of its lack of flavor and unique flesh, and the fur seems to make it better cold proof, so I'll let the dogs like it for the time being.

and watching such a mountain deer demolition work blurred as he deposited his body on a battle axe protruding to the ground...... Alner comes here with an irresistible fatigue at the end of his usual expression.

"Diaz, are we done with the salary... are the Klaus and the others back?"

"Yeah, it looks like a big hunt today, and the pay guy's pretty much done.

… so.... What happened to Senay and Aihan?

When I say that in retrospect of the faces of the Senays who were swelling their cheeks to their limits, Arner returns a sighing voice.

"I was able to convince you that there was some cooperation from Emma.

There's something under the harvest that's piled up like a mountain in the warehouse... and I think we should both do our best for the time being. "

That's what I say and give Arner a bitter laugh, and I also give him a bitter laugh back and nod, "Okay."

... winter preparations in the woods, which were carried out every day until yesterday.

In those days, Senay and Aihan improved their hands-on skills to such an extent that we were surprised... that they gathered more than what Arner thought was necessary in a short period of time than we had expected.

Arner, who thought he was going to overharvest any more, declared this morning that he would no longer go to the woods, where Senai and Aihan revolted.

They worked so hard for everyone, they weren't convinced why they couldn't go to the woods they loved, and they've been protesting so hard to inflate their cheeks all over them.

... By the way, I had been kicked out of the spot when Arner and the others decided that it was possible to make Senays unnecessarily angry by saying extra things.

"... well, if you can spare time, I'll take the Senays to the woods with me.

The bad tree felling that Senai and the others said is not over yet, and if we just play around instead of reaping something, we won't have a problem. "

And when I say that, Arner returns his voice with a relieved look somewhere.

"Right, you can play as much as you want in the woods and those two will clear their minds.

... but Diaz, to do that, we have to finish the winter preparations.

I have Yurt's winter enclosure, and I have to build a firewood shelf that keeps firewood.

We're still getting ready for the winter. "

I pinned my index finger and nodded to Arner, saying so, "OK" again...... a heavy feather sounds from above, unlike Bassa Bassa.

When we looked up in the form of being pulled by the sound, there was a figure of Guerlant of the pigeon tribe dancing and flying in the sky in a desperate manner... such a Guerlant's neck was hugely swollen and heavily bagged with what the hell was in it.

I guessed the heavy feathers and tired appearance was due to that bag, as I waved my hands up.

"Guerlant! Over here!

And when I raised my voice, it jumped right into my hands in such a way that Gerrant, who reacted, fell in half.