It's all one flower.

"Well, now, I have donated hard bread and rations every day, and the little ones who go to school have lunch, and they can sleep with a proper blanket in such a splendid room, so don't complain. Not at all."

Young people who were unemployed said in a bright voice, but the smile had a smile.

... the maintenance of nurseries, the protection of the wounded and sick and children's families... oh, my God.

Kufshinka later decided to hang at the office, pointing to the shelf of the joint kitchen.

"I don't have enough cookware, but do I need it?

There were pots and things like that. They stole it. "

The young man leans down and holds his fist.

"But there are no windows or chimneys in this kitchen, so it's dangerous to have a tightly closed door."

"The door is in danger? What the hell is that?

Young people could not go to school because they were poor. I don't know anything about carbon monoxide poisoning from incomplete combustion and I can't predict the danger.

The Hoshido artisan Kufshinka explained politely in simple terms, as he could see.

So, what, they're gonna have to steal it?

"I'll talk to the carpenters about something. I'll ask the priest if there's a spare pot. Anything else I can help you with?

The young man turned his face to the joint dump.

They stole empty cans from the rations.

"Well... even that stuff?

"Trash is garbage. If I take them all to the factory, they will exchange toilet paper and eating monkeys, so I have to be in trouble."

Youth voices are filled with remorse and abandonment.

Kufushenka also has a headache.

"If I put it in the room, the bugs won't flood... I'm in trouble."

"I've been told many times by priests and bureaucrats that I'm protecting you. Why are you doing this... damn it!

After all the planned makeshift housing in the Eastern Diocese was completed, the sense of security improved since Barack Street.

Still, as usual, theft is a daily mess, and even underwear and blankets that should have gone through equally tend to go missing if dried outside.

If honest people continue to look at fools, they will again lead to a deterioration in security and hygiene.

However, the police are only able to monitor the star signs to prevent them from resuming their activities and to ensure that victims and survivors do not get their hands dirty by retaliating against them.

Despite the significant negative impact on the victims' lives, there was no room for "minor damage cases", such as vegetable thieves and underwear thieves, which have been frequent since the time of Barack City.

If they are not punished, the idea of winning may spread.

... I can't believe that laws and ethics that do not trigger punishment are so powerless... I wonder if the lamp of knowledge alone can illuminate the corners of my heart.

Or, even if you kick someone down and hurt them, is the evil wisdom that spreads out just for yourself included in the lamp of knowledge?

Hoshido artisan Kufu Sinka gazed at the trembling shoulders of the youth with the feeling that he could not handle it.

There is no barracks in the eastern parish today.

Everyone occupies a company home, a permanent group home, or a temporary home in a Prefab, in a clean room with no leaks or gaps.

Because they don't know how to take care of it, some people haven't been able to clean it at all since they moved in.

However, as a result of compartmentalization, asphalt paved roads were developed, drainage ditches ran all the way to the corner, and the number of toilets increased to each step, so that the room was no longer dirty with mud and excrement as before.

Kilcrusts from all over the world report on the status of the Listver Autonomous Region and continue to deliver many donations through a variety of organizations.

Every day for the last year, at least one meal went into the mouth, and school lunches became more frequent.

Although it is difficult to say that clothing is adequate, the figure of the eastern parish residents has become better than it was in Barack Street.

Kufshinka recalled Asina, the needle apprentice who had given her dismissal, and she sighed.

"Here... when I get a job, it looks like there's no one who can do stuff like picking firewood."

"Now you're underwriting everything, right?

Damn. But I can't do it because someone who can do it can do it... "

"What grade are the elementary school kids in?

Listen...

"Yeah, but don't you think those kids can help you pump water on your way back to school?

The young man looked back at the joint kitchen and saw a 20-litre poly tank placed under the shelf.

"But that's all I've got right now, and these kids don't make any sense."

"I see. I wonder if I could carry anything the size of it. If you tell me how to clean, I'll be able to do it."

"Do you have one? A small pump for water?

I'll talk to the priests.

If joint household chores become a shackle of work, they will not be able to escape poverty for long, and the temporary role of housework manager will become fixed.

"If your twin father or someone takes care of your child for a while, can you pump water, cook, and clean it?

"Ah... no, but I don't know how to take care of a little kid.

The young man looks into trouble at the door where he stopped crying.

"No, it's not you, it's someone else."

"Who else? We can't all do this, can we?

Really? If you don't get a job, a little time for your twin dads to do housework together, you won't be able to work for years to come. "

The young man gazed at his feet silently.

Surrounded by block walls, the grounds of the makeshift dwelling are paved with mortars and never get wet when it rains. Easy to walk, easy to clean, no drops of excrement or vomit, no longer a source of mischief.

Spatially, it should be reborn from the old Barracks, bright, clean, safe and easy to live in.

... why are you living so hard?

The face of the young man standing in the bright spring sun is dark.

He himself doesn't know the cause of the spiciness of life, and he doesn't seem to be able to verbalize it.

You're better off than you used to be.

"If my father and my twins decide to work, who should pick firewood, pump water, clean water, and take care of the little ones?

"We can't all solve this at once, so let's discuss one thing at a time from what we can do. I'll call someone who can handle it."

"That's what we talked about....."

The eyes of the old Hoshido craftsmen are turned towards the old Hoshido craftsmen.

"Don't dare, I'll handle the pot."

Hoshido's artisan Kufushenka was tied up in a joint household job because of his sense of responsibility, and was repeatedly thanked by young people who had lost even their jobs, and moved to the next building.