Fushi no Kami: Rebuilding Civilization Starts With a Village

That's why I came to an excavation shed outside the city walls to collect data that tomatoes are poisonous.

The prisoners are already veterans of the experimental bench, so I'm going to let them rely on you this time.

"Now, ladies and gentlemen, start eating tomatoes today."

Looking at the basketfull of tomatoes I brought, the prisoners face to face.

It is surreal inside that strong faces are stunned by bright red tomatoes.

I think it's a good thing to be vigilant because there were films in the world (of the previous life) where tomatoes killed people, like the extreme of Sur.

Unless it's meaningless.

Bergo, the prisoner's representative, stood in front of the tomato so that the other prisoners could push him out.

"Ah... well, what is it? Now, I don't think you're going to put real poison in it... are you sure you're okay?

It's okay, because it's not a murderous tomato that's going to be raided.

"I decided it was okay, so I brought it. I used to eat in the village every year. It's delicious."

Here, give Mr. Bergo a round tomato.

Take it quickly.

Eat up.

I won't let you escape until you eat, so stop wasting resistance.

Take care of your time.

Nevertheless, eating plants that are said to be poisonous will have courage in the boulders.

Mr Bergo takes a step back and is pushed back immediately by the others.

"Hey, don't push me, you guys!

"You're back! I know how you feel, but you're the head!

"That's right, you're a leader, so make a sacrifice at times like these! I know how you feel!

"Please, Belgo. That boy's story never hurt! I know the boy's weird powers are obvious!

You know, I kind of feel more threatened than tomatoes.

It's a strange story about an eleven-year-old boy. Well, I'll leave the pursuit of doubt at a later date.

Now, anyway, you'd better stick a tomato in Mr. Bergo's mouth, which was presented to me.

To be honest with you, the prisoners are holding Mr. Bergo hostage.

It's like a sacrifice.

"Yes, Mr. Bergo, let's eat with our minds."

"Wait, wait! Eat it, eat it yourself!

"We'll eat together anyway. Yes, don't"

Push the rounded tomato into the screaming mouth.

I don't "ahn" the old man. Naturally.

It was too big for the boulder to observe Mr. Bergo in pain for a while. Mr Bergo finally finished drinking, and his impressions were short.

"It was terrible."

I can't read the air when I eat food and don't give me an impression of the taste.

He smiles at everyone else who hasn't eaten.

"Look, you're okay, right?

I dare ignore the knowledge that it is unusual for poisons to develop symptoms of poisoning at such a rapid rate of ingestion from the mouth.

Some of the prisoners were bluffing, but they didn't actually say anything, so it wouldn't be a big problem.

That must be it. Opinions that were not given are not opinions.

"Now, let's all try it. It's delicious."

"That's right. Come on, you guys, eat up."

Mr Bergo is also in a strong mood to approach you.

I didn't think it tasted good, but it must have been delicious. He is holding tomatoes in his hands and screwing them into his friends' mouths.

Prisoners are either a group of men or they have a boys' sports club.

Although the screams and curses go up, it seems to be fun somehow.

Some people run away from Mr. Bergo and eat tomatoes from the basket themselves.

"Oh, this is the flavor?"

It's got a lot of juice, huh?

"Really? I don't like it... it smells a bit."

"Neither can I. The smell is a little harsh, but more than that, it feels sticky inside."

The old bastards are having an interesting tomato. Cute, funny, strange sight.

I know you like it or not, but I don't think anyone dislikes it enough to eat it.

Besides, the reason for the bad reputation is mostly the smell and texture. If you cook this, you will be able to eat delicious food.

"Now that you've finished poisoning raw tomatoes, I'll make lunch today. If you're on cooking duty, please help me!"

While saying hey, hey, some strong faces come forward.

When I came to the city, there were a few more apprentices in my cooking, but these were probably the ones who were most enthusiastic.

After all, there is little entertainment. The inmates are the only ones, and even the daily necessities are the minimum (less than the minimum from my point of view), so there are no preferences in their lives.

In that regard, cooking is the only thing close to ruining time.

Grocery is counted as a minimum daily necessity, and there is no limit to what you can focus on if you stick to it. And you can eat it deliciously for the trouble you've worked so hard on.

What a useless entertainment.

They spend all their spare time cooking.

I am fully committed to the entertainment of these very serious inmates.

I buy a lot of ingredients, cooking utensils, firewood, etc., and give them to use as much as I like.

In some cases, private expenses may be spent on the budget of agricultural improvement plans, and in others, as an apprentice to Sir Georges, the waste of equipment may be turned around.

In other words, I support everything I can use.

Thanks to this, the prisoners have been greatly appreciative. As far as I'm concerned, I don't need any gratitude.

If the prisoner is not dissatisfied, security is as good as it gets (there is no room for guards or jail shifts).

This is a matter for consideration as a city dweller.

Even colleagues who work together are happy to improve their living environment. Directly linked to increased productivity.

And above all, these people are happy to cook a meal that takes time and effort.

And for free, for free!

Thanks to this, there is a lot of chicken stock, pork bone stock, and vegetable stock.

They also do meat mincing, and they don't bother handling their internal organs. They would rather take on the heavy labor of making bread and noodles from flour.

Their culinary dedication for a limited time is at a level that no city restaurant or tavern can match.

I can't help being evaded by the title of prisoner of dust disposal, but it is definitely popular for the cooking of guards served in barracks and the cooking of nursing homes.

Even the yak chef said, "I'll hire you if you let me go."

In the case of a Yak chef with a strict culinary soul, it is highly regarded after checking the look and feel of cooking. Personally, he wanted to use processed food, soup and minced meat made by the prisoners to cook at the Lords Hall.

I can eat with the inmates, take them back to the dorm, and use them for holiday cooking.

I feel terrified that I have received too many words of gratitude from you.

Don't tell Mrs. Lynn that Miss Mayka, Miss Reina, and Mr. Arthur are also eating secretly.

Well, I think you've noticed a little bit about Mrs. Ake-min.

I'm very glad that there are new recipes for their cooking.

It is a stewed tomato.

It takes a lot of time to make from raw tomatoes, but it's very easy to make tomato sauces and stews from stewed tomatoes.

"Ash, the bread's burning."

"As I was told, I sautéed stewed tomatoes and smoked pork. Is this okay?

Superimposed, superimposed!

I really wanted to make it a pizza, but it was going to fail with the current cookware, so I put up with it with pizza-style bread.

Add bacon tomato sauce to the bread baked in a pan, sprinkle with a little cheese and heat it up again, and you're good to go.

Now, let's all eat.

"I'll take it."

When I say it, the prisoners sing and eat.

I hadn't done this before, but it seems that I've always done it, so I started doing it naturally with everyone.

Isn't there no other prisoner in this world with such good manners?

"Oh, yeah. A cooked tomato is not like a raw tomato."

"Oh, sourness and sweetness go hand in hand with meat. Normally, it seems good to simmer with meat."

"The meat, too, but the bread goes well with it. Bread sucked in the juice is the best."

The prisoners stick together with a good smile. There's no more poison in my head.

Me? I haven't been into tomato dishes in a year.

Tomatoes are good after all. It was much more laborious than the tomatoes that could be caught in the village, so it was delicious.

If eating tomatoes every day at this rate is okay, we will have enough reports to be appreciated at the shrine.

It was a sudden jump case called the tomato toxicology theory, but there was a prospect of a solution.

We are also one step closer to our ideal life.

Don't forget to bring the tomato stew home. Micah, who already knows the taste of tomatoes, is in a bad mood.

This is also for a better tomorrow.