Frontier Lord Starts Out With a Population of 0

"Whoa, it's morning, get up"

On a cold morning, the day begins with the voice of such an uncle.

My uncle, who had become a firefighter, came to put a fire in the cane, as usual.

That's how your uncle puts fire in all of the villages, put fire in the yard, and sometimes create a fire on the side of the square and the warehouse... thanks to the heat of those fires, I can feel like trying my best in this cold weather, even during the winter season.

By the way, in the case of a yurt with no lumps, cutting the floor cloth and exposing the ground, gently digging there and placing an iron frame creates a place to light the fire.

They also put it on the ground where they dug it in the form of a round iron frame with legs, put firewood inside that frame and light a fire, and place pots and pots over the frame.

Later, keep that fire going until the end of the day with care for ventilation, or put the fire out firmly by soiling it when you go out of the yurt, and when you return to the yurt, you get a seed fire from somewhere to re-ignite it... he says it's more important than anything else in winter life here to keep it going every day until the day when spring comes and be careful not to let your body cool down too much.

"If you cool your body, you naturally weaken your body, and you become weak to your heart.

If you cut your body and mind weak, you won't be able to beat the cold '

Remembering Arner's words with, bathe in plenty of the heat of the fire the uncle lit for you... while doing so, put your sleeves through your winter clothes and make sure they don't wear off weirdly so you can't make gaps.

That's how when I finish my winter clothes, Francis, Francois and the Six Sons come sassy in front of me just waiting for it.

It is just right to get a fever of Xu, sit in line at a distance, take in the fever of Xu by waxing and shaking its hair... if that's how you warm your whole body, exhale the ho hoo sigh.

Originally Maire can withstand it even under a snowy cold sky thanks to her hair... but it is only putting up with the cold, and I would never have done it if I could get warm with the power of fire.

Instead of being afraid of fire, it must be Maire's wit to use it well and to get the right distance while using it.

Occasionally, but I sometimes see a dog-man tribe scorching his beard and tail hair because he was too close to the fire... and every time I see him, I feel sad that Mair is really smart.

Or I can think of the Dog People accidents passing... well, I guess it's both.

"Francis, Francois, I'm coming out a little bit, just watch the fire"

When I say that with the hood of winter clothes securely on, Francis and Francois at the same time,

"Ma ~ ~"

And he returns his voice with a bloody face.

It will be difficult for Francis and the others to extinguish the fire when something happens, but they can speak out loud.

And the village of Ill is home to everyone with good ears... who will rush right after hearing Francis and the others shout.

It was Maire's wit to ask you to do these things, and with that in mind... I head out of the yurt to the side of the well with a lot less desire to stay in the yurt.

Wash your face with the water from the cold well with Kin, get in shape and then start watering...... go back and forth between the cold outside and the warm yurt, then fill the bottle and then head to the yard.

The busiest part of this Ill village right now is this quarry.

Arner, Senay, Aihan and Ayma, who woke up earlier than I did. Ellie, Canis and Grandma, the ladies' club faces, the children even gather geese... that's how I seem to enjoy the constant warmth of the fire.

It's not just cooking and washing, it's laundry, needlework, a little chatter, and caring for children in this garden.

At night, the boulder seems to drop fire and dissolve, but until then, this is where everyone works and relaxes.

Perhaps it was assuming these uses that this place was made more widely than I had imagined.

When you arrive at such a quarry, say hello to everyone, see if there are any problems, see if there is anything I can do to help... and then help you prepare breakfast.

Cold season meals will be served with warmth in each yurt.

Until now, we have all finished our daily reports while eating together, so this is the time we have.

I didn't have any problems consuming firewood or food, I didn't have anything that made me sick and I thought everything was going well... but Arner softly approached me to see if I needed to talk to him about anything.

"... Diaz, I'm just a little concerned. It's about the narbants."

And as he approached me, he whispered to Arner, and I said, "What? return."

"The South Workshop built by the Narbants, it's like they consume a little too much firewood over there.

You can't use all the forest trees as firewood, and if you keep going like this, you'll have to use black water.

... could you please be careful before that happens?

"... I don't mind the caution itself, but what the hell is that black water? I've never seen or heard of it before..."

"Oh well...... Diaz did...... a lot of oil came out of the black gee and Eldan blended me some good oil, something I hadn't even used in the lamp before.

... Blackwater is a kind of bright black oil that springs up on the southern wilderness ground and can also be used for lamps or to take warmth if you use special tools... this smells terrible again.

It stinks even as it is, and when I burn it, it stinks about the sand and I don't really want to use it... "

With that said, Arner takes the lamp that was placed in the corner of the temple and strokes its edge with his fingers.

That lamp, shaped like an elongated couch on a handled cup, is in the form of putting oil in the cup portion and putting an oil-sucking hemp string on the couch portion to light its tip while staining the straw with oil.

Then, for some reason, the anesthesia twitches and burns slowly sucking oil, and that's what makes it the lights of the night.

And when enough firewood and oil were not available, the ghosts relied on the black water as fuel for this lamp and the tools to take its warmth, but it already smelled so bad that they relied only on it when they were poor... and the smell was abhorrent.

"... I certainly don't mind that such a smell fills the yurt...

All right, all right, I'll go over to the narbants after dinner, and I'll be careful. "

And when I returned the words, Arner gave me a slight but soft smile.