"Wow, I'm surprised."
Suddenly, I was about to throw a river fish, grabbed by my shoulder, and looked at the other person's face and said so.
A man in his early twenties with a tough face has never spoken to him, but he knows him.
"It's strange to see you here, Mr. Van."
Van is a sharp-eyed hunter with his lips tied to a single letter. He just nods small and sits silently in front of me.
Don't shut up. Say something.
"Um, if you don't mind, would you like one?
After shaking the conversation, Mr Van took a moment and shook his head sideways.
In this way, Mr. Van is silent and indifferent, so it is recognized among children that he is a scared person.
By the way, she's unmarried. I think he's a very good-looking person inside, but I don't think I can help but keep quiet.
"What's wrong?"
Hearing a low voice, I unexpectedly looked around.
As I realized now, I've never talked to Mr Van, and I've never seen him talking to anyone.
Is this bass the voice of Mr Van?
When impressed, Mr Van leans his neck small. I was surprised because I didn't answer the question.
"Oh, I'm sorry. That's right, it's strange that I'm alone here."
Nh, Mr Van nods a little. That's right.
"Well, to put it simply, we're in great distress. Would you please take me to the village?
Mr Van nodded to me after blinking several times with sharp eyes.
Good. This should get us home.
Hunter Van is almost the only specialist in this forest. Other villagers only use shallow places to pick up vegetables, but he goes into the woods everywhere.
Bite the burnt fish with relief.
It is a waste to go without eating the finished dishes, saying that you can go home.
Speaks to the silent van while murmuring.
"Oh, thank you. Yesterday, we all went in to pick up the usual wild vegetables, but we don't remember when we climbed the fallen tree to find the aloe tree. Apparently I fainted at that time, and when I noticed it, it was in a completely strange forest."
Mr Van leans his neck again. It seems to have reacted to the word Aloe, so I said, "Aloe?" He nodded back.
It's quiet, but it's not like I don't like communication.
Aloe, this is it.
Showing the rest of what she had eaten in the morning, Mr Van murmured with a convincing look.
"Wound medicine."
"Huh?
Hold on a second.
Mr. Van, don't you know that this is going to be a wound medicine?
"Mr. Van, did you know this plant from before?
A hunter nodding gently.
Oh, my gosh.
Then why didn't the villagers know about this helpful plant? Even though it's in a shallow part of the forest.
"May I ask how you know? I don't think other people know about it at all....."
"Hunter's"
That's why Mr Van's explanation is over.
Why is this man so short in words? If you talk long, you'll die of a curse or something.
"... tell me"
When I was in trouble without meaning, the explanation came very late.
"Hunter's teaching...? I mean, the wisdom that can be conveyed among hunters?
Nh, Mr Van nods. Why do you seem satisfied?
Nevertheless, I understand.
Although we do pick up wild plants, we are farmers in the first place. A field expert, but not a forest or mountain expert.
On the other hand, hunters are experts in forests and mountains. A part of everyday life is certainly in the woods.
It is only natural that farmers should know everything about the forest until they have no chance of knowing it. Hunting in the woods will help you get hurt, or learn more about nature and medicinal herbs.
I wanted you to spread the knowledge more, if possible. But....
"Does that mean that Mr. Ban knows more about the plants in this book?
Nh, Mr Van leans his neck.
The expression hasn't changed, but instead it's a person with a good neck movement. Silent conversations are getting a little interesting.
"In fact, I thought that knowing more plants to eat and medicate would make life easier in the village, and I found aloe as a first step."
Nh, Mr. Van nods.
"If you don't mind, Mr. Van, would you look at the plants in this book? If you've seen anything, I'd be happy to know where it is."
Then she moves next to Mr. Van and opens the book. Most children look so sharply that they are distracted that they honestly peek into the book.
Turning over the page with a parallax, he points to what he sees and tells me.
The number is higher than expected.
"Ho! Excellent... Excellent, Mr. Van!
Books are amazing without mentioning them again, but the experience that they have developed in the field is also amazing. Both are great achievements of human intelligence.
There are so many kinds of plants as to why they have not been used so far.
Of course, many things are actually difficult to use, but I think it has been a waste.
"By the way, Mr. Van. I'd like to talk to you about one thing...."
I politely bow my head when I dump the bones of the finished fish in the bowl.
"Before I go back to the village, I'd like to collect some plants that you know. I don't need to be a burden, so could you show me?"
I met a Forest Specialist. I want you to share that excellent knowledge on your way home. It's much less laborious and safer than finding it by myself.
I think it's a reasonable suggestion to make the most of the luck caused by the accident.
And yet, Mr. Ban gave me a subtle look of astonishment.
Wait, don't refuse. Look, it's a plea from the heart of a lovely child.
No, no, it's not impossible. This is the second day of the tragedy.
It's just something on the way home. If we could just stop by a little bit, we could make the whole village happy (maybe) later.
As a result of the desperate presentation, I looked around the nearby trap set by Mr. Van and decided to go back to the village tomorrow. Naturally, I can be taught the wild grass on the way.
As a hunter's job, he didn't want to miss out on the trap, and the schedule seems convenient.
When I heard this from the silent van, I didn't think it would be necessary to ask desperately.
On that day, Mr. Van taught me about wild grass that was completely unrecognizable.
And I understood that it was not impossible for farmers not to know them.
Some things are too laborious, and others are poisonous with similar or subtle additions or subtleties.
Van taught me that even hunters looking at them every day can't take them unless they're in an emergency, or if they're lost in judgment.
Exceptionally, there was no fear of poison, and there were good edible wild plants, but it was difficult for farmers to get them because they were not in the shallow forest.
There is a danger of monsters.
I haven't gotten an answer yet... are you sure it's a monster? What about this world?
The area remained unclear, but we spent the night together, and the silent van turned out to be quite well looked after.
He walked at a pace, showed me how to dismantle the squirrel that was caught in the trap, and served me a delicious pot with the squirrel and some wild grass I didn't know. The squirrel demolition was an honest grotesque.
This was a very valuable experience.
After all, the meat was eaten... and they taught me the knowledge in the book as a real thing.
The meat is really delicious... Even for the study of how to use meaningful plants, from time to time it is good, so could you please keep up with Mr Van's work?
If it's convenient for my father to persuade me, take care of my fields, read time, etc., I'll ask Mr Van to take care of it.
As I followed Mr Van with such consideration, I stepped into the scenery I had seen.
An aloe tree, a tree fallen on a rock. It's a vegetable picking area close to the village.
"I see. You were in such a position. Look, it's that aloe tree I found before I fainted."
When he touches his finger, Mr. Ban nods and looks at the fallen tree.
"Oh, yes, yes. You were climbing that fallen tree and watching the aloe tree."
When I hear that, Mr Van walks towards the fallen tree. I don't know what I wanted to do, but I watched the fallen trees and twisted my neck for a while.
But the silent hunter looked at me without saying anything and walked back towards the village.
I thought I could communicate with Van quite a bit overnight, but I still don't see much.
Words are great inventions, and I stroke books.
Nevertheless, I am finally back here.
When I get back to the village, I want to sleep in my own house for a while. I think that a wild inn is something I can't get tired of.
The health of a nine-year-old can see the bottom, and if he's not nervous, he's going to fall asleep.
Almost there.
Is he aware of my condition, Mr Van frequently turns around to check on me. Innocence and silence, but I think this person is really good to take care of.
Thank you, while lowering your head, you can't do it anymore in your heart, you can't do it anymore, and you're complaining.
And finally, I arrived at the village, and as I wandered to the square, there was kind of a crowd of villagers.
Me and Mr Van look at each other, wondering what is going on.
Although it is a small village, it is a cold village that is busy with daily life.
It was during festivals such as the Pleasant Prayer Festival and the Harvest Festival, the Spring Welcome Festival, when someone got married, and when someone died.
During this time, the spring festival was held, so the festival is unlikely. Marriage, too, does not mean that it happened in a small village or that someone got married suddenly.
Then there was misfortune.
Unfortunately, this is a good thing.
Who the hell is it?
Old Madeleine was in great danger when she was old, but it was no wonder even a young man fell into a sudden illness.
Walk up to the villagers in a sunken atmosphere and call out.
"Well, what happened?"
At that moment, I realized that all the villagers had a faint face.
The only exceptions are me and Mr Van. We have no choice but to tilt our necks to such an unexpected reaction.
It was Miss Micah and my mother who first moved, surrounded by silence that no one could understand what was going on.
The two women hugged me by my name.
Wait, wait, wait.
Walking around in the woods, my hips are rattling.
Even one of them is tight, but when I weigh them together, they are tight and tight.
I managed to hold on to the fact that I was about to fall - I couldn't stop until I fell.
Shinsen is a nine-year-old boy. I can't help it because Miss Micah has better growth.
I don't care if I fall down, but I don't know what to do with the women holding me in tears.
Someone, please describe the situation.
When I thought about it, Father Volke, who had the holy book for the festival, came forward.
Well, what is it, it feels good after all.
Father Volke is in a good mood as he slaps his shoulders with a book.
"What is it after all? So what is it? What is the situation?
"That's what I think. I was just about to start your funeral."
"What about it?"
Don't kill yourself.
It hasn't been six months since I was happy to live in this world.
My life is coming.
"Why are you talking like that? I've been worried about a little distress, but it's only been three days."
"Fuhaha! I bet! A little distress. It's only been three days!
Father Volke laughs loudly. It seems really fun, but above all, Mr Van is kind of shook his head.
Normally, it's important.
Ah, I talked.
A good percentage of villagers are surprised to hear Mr Van's voice. But the surprised villagers nodded yes to Mr Van's words and agreed.
I don't think that's such an exaggeration.
A cold snowy mountain would kill you overnight, but it is a spring forest that has become much warmer. Staying still should keep us alive for a week.
But Micah, who was stuck to her neck, stared at me with her bright red eyes.
"Well, just one of you looks fine! It was stupid!
Do you look so fine?
I think my current expression is very confusing, isn't it?
Nevertheless, there was no way that the crying girl could hear that back, and when she smiled in trouble, Micah burst into tears.
"Ino, Inoshi attacked me! Listen... I'm glad you're okay...!
I don't remember when I fainted, but it seems I was attacked by a pig.
Does that mean a pig ran up that fallen tree and followed me? No, just because I don't remember, it's possible I got attacked by a pig after I got off a fallen tree.
So, two boys in the group were taken by the pig as it was.
I see.
If it wasn't just a distress, but a pig attacked me and I was missing, then the funeral would be impossible.
Those guys, they're basically herbivorous, but they're miscellaneous...
"Well, anyway, I'm sorry for the concern."
I apologize sincerely and sincerely, but for some reason Miss Micah and my mother are angry.
Why is it so flat or something?
In contrast to the women who scold as they cry, Father Volke is laughing with anger.
"Hahaha! Killing me isn't like dying balls, Ash!
What do you think people are, this priest?
If they kill me too, I'll die properly.
In fact, in my previous life, I was dead.
I was kind of disturbed by this, but I'm tired for the moment, so I want to sleep well at home.
We also need to start researching how much of what has been harvested with Aloe at the forefront is available. When I do my research, I still want to keep a record.
Paper and pen.
Mr. Quid, a peddler, can you manage to wind it up cheaply...?