After a little talk with Miss Mayka, talk to the family of the sick person who comes to the village chief's house to make sure there are no serious villagers.
Next spring, we all want to welcome the villagers and increase our productivity to move on to a new year.
With a vision for the future in mind, it was my father who had a troublesome drunken way of looking at me waiting for me to return home to my boring home.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa! Sit down!
It is not the level of doubt about the lumpiness, and the tongue is not turning. I don't know what you're talking about, but my routine told me to sit at the desk across the street.
Sad or not, I know I'm the son of this poor father.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh! There's a man in the field!
"Yeah, field work is a man's job, right? The knowledge I gained from reading the book made my field work a little easier, didn't it?
I am tired of hearing the sermon or being stupid, so I automatically pass on my father's words.
I haven't worked on pesticides yet, but I divide the fields into fine blocks, manage labor work such as farming and maintenance, check the fertility status, and keep a yield record.
Yields and labor hours before blocking have not been recorded, so it is not possible to make a definite comparison, but I am aware of some improvement in work efficiency.
Idiot! Hatake Funah, it's such a hassle.... "
"The field is only as fruitful as it takes so much trouble, right? My field records are a fine effort. You have to take a good look at the fields and look at the fruits. It's not against ancestral teachings."
It is troublesome even if I am told that it is troublesome to work in the field for a while. Such things are self-satisfying and do not lead to any results.
Transfer your well water to a cup and give it to my father.
So I mixed the medicinal herbs that had been dried and made into powder.
According to the book, it has a sedative effect, so I wanted to experiment with it.
I don't know if it is okay to take it with alcohol.
My father drank it all at once, so I'm a little excited.
"Uhhh... uhh, how could you be so smart?"
"What is your head?
Because I have memories that are similar to the previous life.
It would be easier to tell the truth, but I can't say anything because I don't know what kind of impact it would have if I was known to the surroundings.
"Really, my son?
My father looks at me like a discarded dog.
Is that so, because male parents don't experience childbirth, they are always driven by suspicion about whether they are their own children or not?
Certainly, my parents exist in addition to the parents of the present life because of the memory of the previous life. In the chronological order of memory, the previous life is located first, so it cannot be denied that the parents in this world are more aware of heterogeneous existence.
But the connection between me and my father David's blood is certain. I sigh with regret.
"What are you talking about? I'm your son, no matter where you look."
From my point of view, there are several reasons.
First of all, my mother is very strong, chaste, and excellent in ethics, so cheating and incest are impossible.
Secondly, the appearance inheritance is seen between my father and me. The atmosphere is quite different thanks to words and tricks, but the shape of the eyes and ears is similar.
Thirdly - well, this has nothing to do with kinship.
"If you weren't a parent and a child, you wouldn't know the hard words of a drunk father so well."
Really?
"It's true. I'm growing up looking at your back. I don't like the way my back looks when I drink too much."
On the other hand, it is very helpful as a teacher.
When I relax, I think it will happen to me, and I feel tight.
"Really... I see...."
My father burst into tears.
He's lying on his desk and he's crying. I was drinking with a fellow alcoholic drinker and something happened?
Specifically, was it really a joke about your son or something? I don't think you should worry about it because I'm just special.
However, if you make such noise, the sedative effect of taking a full dose of medicine is questionable.
Is it weak? With that in mind, my father starts snoring heavily.
"Hmm... I don't know if you're drunk or sedated."
The experiment has failed. I learned the lesson that alcohol should not be consumed at the same time.
But maybe I'll do it again. I don't like drunk people, so I want to do dangerous experiments.
My body's robustness seems to be in my father's hands, so I'll be all right.