"What's Grandma's home like here?"
"Not that normal house that looks all the way over there? Really here?"
"Could that have been a stuffing block for the younger ones to sleep in? It's been that building since I saw it over thirty years ago, but you haven't rebuilt it. I'm worried you have a proper cooler."
Big.
The house was located a little off the pine windproof forest known as the Honno Matsubara.
"It feels like I saw it on the map. It's about 800 tsubos."
"How many of us are going in there, it..."
"About forty houses..."
Correct.
The mansion was located a little off the pine windproof forest known as the Honno Matsubara. Or the mansion.
"Grandma, can I put it on that gate?
"Yeah, they'll put you in the parking lot, so just take your valuables."
"Will you let me in...?
He ran along a long white fence and sidelined the car to the main gate where he found it. White light cars look smaller than usual.
It wasn't long before I thought about what was going on from here that the gateway opens.
"Welcome, Master Iyo!!
"Good job in your poor footing!!
"We've been waiting for you!!
Next door Sister Chihiro raised her voice "Pi" and stiffened herself.
"He said it was a big house, but it was a level where people like servants...?
"What time is it now..."
They let me in, so I expected it. Three good brothers in Gatai are bowing their heads toward their grandmother in the back seat. All white shirts with kid heads, bowing brilliantly ninety degrees.
I wonder if Wild Work is also in charge, and the fact that they are all tanned is adding to the intimidation.
"Oh Ken, thank you for welcoming me. Sorry about yesterday today."
"There is no such thing! Anyway, I've got an umbrella, so go inside first!
Familiar with your face, what is it? I was relieved that I didn't seem like a bad person for now.
"What about your sister-in-law?
"I will stay inside. I was planning to go out, but I stopped in this weather."
"Yes, you're lucky to be unhappy."
Grandma got off the car in a way she was used to, as she entered the umbrella offered to her brother.
Me and Sister Chihiro continue the same way. I crept through a fine wooden gate as I dropped off a car driven by my brother.
Going up the front door through a gravel-layered garden, the wall decorated ink paintings and masterpiece hanging axes are the best.
"Chihiro, Yuji, are you surprised?
As she proceeded down the hallway, Grandma laughed small and asked.
Originally a man of good posture, but today his spine is stretched so perfectly because of his Japanese clothes.
"I mean, I'm surprised, I'm dodged."
"Me too... This is the time to make sure, but what kind of operating house is this?
"Hey, did you think it was a gang? Just a landlord, huh?
"Landlords, around here?
"Yes, it could have been from here to that mountain or so. They were a lot wider in the Edo era, but GHQ took them a lot."
"... oh, that sort of thing"
Somehow, I'm getting the background.
"Yuji, explain it to me as well...?
"You learned that in history, too."
"The past."
"'Cause you're a woman who doesn't look back' is too much dirt on you, sister."
…………
"Well, in short, it must be the aftermath of agrarian reform"
After the war, a 'agrarian reform' took place, led by GHQ, which divided the land of the great landlords among the small writers.
With that in mind, the smallholder farming system like the subordinate relationship until then has disappeared from Japan...
"Relationships aren't that simple. Even my sister can suddenly tattoo the president for quitting her current hotel... looks like she can. Sorry."
"Why are you apologizing, me"
"Anyway, I think even after the agrarian reform, there was still a power relationship between the former/landlord and the former/smallholder farmer. Japan was originally a culture of benevolence."
I guess this place is one of those 'leading local players' too.
I remember reading online that there are actually examples of people who were originally petty writers still bake their care, but I didn't know it really existed.
"So, Ken...... Mr. Ken too? You mean the descendants of someone who used to rent land from here?
As Sister Chihiro asked in a low voice not to hear the leading Mr. Ken, Grandma stretched her spine and nodded quietly as she turned forward.
"Ken, my grandson wants to hear about Ken"
"Grandma!?
"Yes! I can also say if it's funny because of the Wu-Bone Man, but how dare you!
"Buh, what's your favorite food...?
"It's egg-roasted sweet!
"Oh, it's delicious, isn't it? Oh ho."
"Do you like your daughter too! That's an odd encounter!
Mr. Ken's leg stopped in front of a foiled fuzz on the ink painting as the confused Chihiro sister rolled out the difficult question.
"This way."
"Chihiro, Yuji. Not if you step on the edge of the laying and tatami. During the conversation, the man must sit quietly and the woman must sit quietly. Remember that."
"Uh, yeah."
First time.
For the first time since I've been here, my grandmother made a slightly nervous voice.
Ma'am, we have a visitor.
"... come in"
From the inside, the voice of a squeamish woman.
When I crept through the fusima that Mr. Ken opened for me, it was dim inside because of the typhoon. Spacious tea room from the interior, what is it?
Looking beyond all the gushing of a teapot, a shadow.
A woman dressed in a vermilion japanese dress sat tight showing her side here. Is my age as good as my grandmother's?
"Sister-in-law, we're out of time"
Grandma bows her head and says hello. No reply.
"... Kenichi"
"Yes!
"Why are outsiders here?
Kenichi, that must mean Ken.
An outsider, then, is.
"Yes, we know that Master Iyo has been able to leave the house in the past, but it doesn't make a difference to the daughter of this house, though. I thought it might be a good idea to open the gates."
"Yes, you did, knowing that."
"Yes."
"Then instead, you leave the gates of this house."
"Huh?"
So, finally.
The old woman's eyes turned this way.
"The lineage that served my family for a long time in Edo fell."
Yes, my eyes turned this way. Suitable, but only.
Ugh, and his eyes looking at Mr. Ken with a sigh of sigh, he sees humans. That's not it.
"Oh, wait, ma'am! I didn't mean to..."
"It's a problem because you can do this without offense. Don't make me say the same thing twice."
"... Yes. Thank you for taking care of me longer than I did for my father. I beg your pardon."
"Yes, thank you."
The power of the house. The power of blood muscles.
Many modern Japanese have a power that they will never feel again. We were watching that.
"Terrible......"
I agree with you that Sister Chihiro whined small on the side. But it's obvious what we said here just makes things worse.
If I could move, I'd just be alone.
"Wait, sister-in-law. Wouldn't it be cruel to blame Kenichi all the time, even though I made it impossible?
As Mr. Ken tried to leave the room, his grandmother, who watched him in silence, opened her mouth.