Fushi no Kami: Rebuilding Civilization Starts With a Village

Two months later, Bergo and the others did a really good job.

Some of the animal manure matured well as compost in a hut near the ranch that was built for composting.

Composting home gardens at this time of year should make it to summer harvests.

I'm thinking of putting plenty of harvest into Bergo and the others.

I'm helping out as much as I can, but the work on composting, that's really tough.

Animal manure (composting raw materials including straw, etc.) can be used as compost with the help of microorganisms.

As usual, the basic knowledge was insufficient to understand, but it was found that some microorganisms decompose ammonia and the like, and transform it into a form that can be used to nourish plants such as nitrogen.

During its decomposition, the microorganism generates heat. The heat also kills parasites and germs in animal dung.

In other words, this microorganism is a very convenient ally for human agriculture.

This ally will not be able to operate properly unless they are properly exposed to the air.

So me and Bergo had to mix the pile of compost ingredients to get the air inside.

However, if it is mixed too often, the temperature will drop too low and the microbial activity will stop.

In addition, if the temperature rises too high, the components as compost will deteriorate, so they must be managed appropriately and appropriately everywhere.

Such delicate work is carried out in a stinking hut and in hot and humid conditions because the compost ingredients heat up.

The parasite said hello from the ingredients.

I cried.

Regardless of what it looked like, I was completely of mental age, and I really started crying.

I'm really glad you're here with Mr. Bergo.

We are now friends who sincerely and sincerely thank each other for their work.

I stepped into the dormitory's home vegetable garden to reward Bergo and, above all, myself for their hard work.

He is holding a pot full of animal manure in his hand.

By the way, there is no foul smell anymore.

If the micro-organisms are breaking down the source of the bad odor, ammonia, and turning it into nitrogen, then the bad odor should be eliminated.

When I noticed this, I was impressed that it was well done.

Also, even if I touch it by hand, there is no sticky feeling that it is mixed with urine.

It has a feeling similar to quality soil, such as Sarasara or fluffy.

I have planted potatoes in primary education in the previous life. The fertilizer I used at that time should have felt something like this.

"It's been so long...."

Close your eyes and your memories will come back to life from the moment you first stood in the field in the village.

I can still vividly recall the vague feeling of knowing that we have to farm without the power of livestock, with manpower, and with poor quality agricultural tools.

When I first saw the yield, I felt desperate as if all my efforts had been poured into the rain. At that time, I unexpectedly stared at my hand, which was badly rough and damaged by my field work.

Excited by the story that Mrs. Yuika read, she went to the field to try to do something again, but there was nothing she could do, a feeling of helplessness. From the top of my head to the tip of my nails, I felt like I had been exposed to cold cold water.

In addition... all I can remember is the recent composting work!

Anyway, we've come this far.

Next door, Miss Mayka touched the contents of the pot and checked it out with interest.

"Oh, it looks like really good dirt. As I checked, I'm surprised to know who it was!

Miss Micah's words are frustrating.

I think touching the original while knowing something is very successful inside.

"Yeah, I think it's good enough for the compost. After that, you have to use it to make sure."

Lady Micah is the only one who can help you with your field work.

Because composting animal manure is still taboo, Lady Reina, who should be responsible for the future of the city, and Arthur, who seems to have some major circumstances, are urged to stay out of practice.

Actually, I've been told by Miss Micah to refrain, but she stays next to me without worrying about the wind.

Well, let's do it quickly, Micah.

"Yes! I've read the plan over and over again!

This is what it sounds like when you hit it.

Such a childhood familiarity comes out honestly.

"Thank you very much, Micah."

"Ehehe, you're welcome!

With her cheeks up and laughing, Micah responds by teasing her forehair. She's bright and cheerful, but it still seems embarrassing to be thanked straight away.

I'm a little confused by frank words that neither I nor I would have thought.

"But not at all! I have to say thank you."

"As long as I'm glad Micah thinks so," I just smiled, always returning it.

Somehow, I just felt good about it.

I wonder if we've really gotten along.

It wasn't a thought or action. Somehow.

I really somehow thought it would be better to convey it in a different form than usual.

That's why nothing happened after that.

Micah looks at me with a little surprise and laughs as usual.

Well then, let's do it.

Yeah, let's do it.

Now, all you have to do is smash this compost, which was made after a long struggle, into the soil.

It's no wonder.

Since fertilizers have nutrient concentrations that do not exist in nature, plants are said to be damaged if the amount is not increased or decreased.

The book called this "fertilizer burning", but I think it is strange to say it.

It is easy to understand that essential heating in winter can be damaged if nutrients are added or reduced so that burns occur if they are added or reduced.

This animal manure fertilizer seems to be just too effective, so it should be used to dilute it.

Dilute in time, not with water.

Soak in the soil before planting crops. Then, the nutrients that compost in the soil become familiar and settle into good salted plums.

"It's like this, isn't it?

Micah digs a hole about the size of her wrist and checks it out.

"Yeah, that's okay.... but I can't really tell you if this is really good or not."

I have to study the literature as much as I can, but most of the time I don't know unless I try.

That was also because the use of compost was really finely divided.

From the current environment of the soil to the composting ingredients you are trying to use, the crops you plant, how you apply the fertilizer, and the weather of the season, there are several factors involved.

Of course, there was no mention of everything on a limited amount of paper, and above all, there were too many events that we could not measure today.

I don't know how to investigate the ingredients of soil and compost.

If it's acidic or alkaline, I think I can handle it.

Miss Micah, who shared this concern at the time the plan was put together, agrees with my pathetic response with a bitter smile.

"Making compost was tough, but it wasn't tough from there."

"Absolutely. Getting it naturally is harder than I thought."

Ancient civilizations in the previous period seemed to have been able to analyze the composition of the soil, so as in previous generations, I feel the greatness of the ancestors.

I wonder how much of a book we studied was compiled on top of our lives.

Not one or two authors or editors.

In a long history, there must have been some successes, some failures, and enormous connections between people whose names and faces were unknown.

I think I'm at the cutting edge of that inherited continuum, and it's just a toy that's so fun.

Since it is a vegetable garden, it is unfortunate that the area that can be handled is small.

In the old days, I wanted to escape just because I was working in the field, but I also became an adult.

Looking next door, Miss Micah looked at us with pleasure.

I guess you miss farming since you left the countryside.

As the two of us smiled and proceeded with the work, a group of five people of the same age began to look around us.

The atmosphere is sticky. It is as sticky as the compost raw material.

Looking at us openly, having a conversation secretly leaks a smile with unpleasant emotions.

After all, they are poor rural people, their livestock poop suits them, they are filthy, they are inferior, and the quality of the Military Sons' Association is abundant.

While you're lurking, you're laughing as if you could hear me.

They are troubled children.

Look, Miss Micah's smile is suddenly turning straight down, making her moody.

Me?

Because the contents are inside, I don't get angry about the kid's bullshit. I'm an adult enough to get rid of it by just assembling a revenge plan.

The five-person group focuses on Mordo, son of a leading urban figure.

It's a personal feeling, but I think it's a child who grew up with typical hardship. That's how you feel when you're not the most upset.

Unfortunately for them, they are always in a bad mood because they are not the best at this semester's military children's meeting.

In the sentences, the agricultural improvement planning is the top, and in Wu, a boy named Micah and Glenn, who is the best in shape this season, is at the top of the fight.

Such childish pride wounds are one of the causes of Mordo's unproductive behavior.

If it's enough to earn experience in bad mouth skills, you could just pretend to be one of them and read one of them.

Another cause?

This is because Miss Micah continues to be a hottie in the village. Shizukuishi is a popular person in the city because it is sweet and affectionate, while Madame Yuika's beloved daughter and manners are perfect.

Just as popular is Miss Raina. This is a bit of a strict rule, but it is popular for being a caring and reliable oneesan.

Mordo and his team are aware of each other as there are no other examples, but there is no doubt that the appeal method is too clumsy.

Well, it wouldn't be a waste to say that to a puberty boy.

You're old enough to want to be mean to a girl you like.

However, since Glenn, who is also aware of Miss Micah, appeals with a straightforward effort to train martial arts, Mordo, you have no bright future.

Miss Micah also seems to have a good impression on Glenn.

Rather than evaluating in the direction of love, it's like writing as a strong enemy and reading with friends...

That's why my anger and astonishment at Mr. Mordo's party translates into pity.

The anger meter will also accumulate if they ask me what's going on right now.

Miss Micah looks angry when she thinks she's going somewhere soon. Looks like you've reached your limit before me.

"Ash-kun, I think they need to do something about it."

I don't think so. I don't think there's enough harm to do to them.

"Because you're so stupid about Ash-kun."

Micah, whose cheeks are swollen and angry, is a little cute.

I think this happened in the village. Is Jikil doing a good hunter apprenticeship? [M]

When the nostalgic memory was relieved, Micah blended into her breath and exhaled her anger.

"Hah... Ash-kun is really amazing. That's why I'm not angry at all."

It's not that I'm not angry, but I'm just running out of time to express my anger.

That's right. Perhaps it will help Miss Mayka in the future, so I'll tell you how to keep her anger down while she's on her own.

Miss Micah is closer to socializing than I am, and there must be a lot more to be angry about.

"Honestly, I hardly hear what they're saying."

"Really? Ah, Ash-kun, were you ignoring them?

"Yeah, there's nothing worth listening to."

Bad words come into my ears, so I can't completely ignore them as human feelings.

However, we are consciously dealing with "noise like a flying bug".

I'm worried, but it's a stance that insects are against each other and there's nothing I can do about it.

"It's pretty bad....."

"Really?

"Yeah, I feel worse than yelling back at you normally."

Isn't it better that the days go by peacefully than repeating them?

"If you're willing to discuss it, you'll need to face it even if you're criticized badly, but if you're just saying what you want to say, you don't need to take it seriously."

"I guess you're just saying what you want to say."

Miss Micah sees the five of them moving their mouths endlessly.

"Maybe that's what it feels like. Whatever they say, it doesn't change what they do."

"When it comes to what they're saying, it means they don't like it. It doesn't change what I don't like."

Regardless of the accent to continue the conversation, I don't seem to have a more favourable feeling about being asked unilaterally about someone else's preferences.

"Not if you like it."

"That's right! That does bother you! I love your hamburger, Ash!

"Fufu, I'll make it again next time."

Micah nodded and was delighted that she was still growing up.

"Anyway, that's why it's not poison or medicine... but rather poison. It would be a waste of time to talk to someone like that. There are loud feathers flying, that's enough."

I can't go out with you because there are so many things I want to do.

If you just want to complain, nature around here will keep you company.

Nature is majestic.

"I see. I see why Ash-kun, no matter what he thinks from the outside, is moving forward."

"Eh? No, I'm just going to be a little worried, except for the bad mouth?

My opinion was ignored by Miss Mayka.

Perhaps it was only thought that the feathers were noisy.

"But Ash-kun may think that's good, but I still think that's the problem."

Miss Micah sends a piercing gaze at the pair.

"Well, I don't think there's a problem at all....."

I feel more troublesome when I deal with someone than when I leave them alone, so the words become heavy.

"Yeah, Ash-kun doesn't want to bother you like this. I get it."

It's okay, Miss Micah nods forcefully.

"I'll take care of it."

The smile of my childhood acquaintance made me feel a little dizzy.