It's all one flower.

To the south of the Ristover Autonomous Region, the Kublum Mountains stretch.

It is a natural barrier (soaked) that is home to many demons on the border with the Kingdom of Lacrimalis. Prior to the civil unrest of half a century, powerful people entered (kikomori) and hunters, benefiting from the grace of the mountains.

After the civil unrest, it has been completely untouched since the land became an autonomous community for the Kirkurs. Every year, in winter, the poor go to the mountain hem in search of firewood. Even the forest of hemno was followed by many miscellaneous demons and demons, and those who could not return alive.

Now the poor in the eastern part of the Autonomous Community of Listver were gathered beside the Church. He has black garbage bags, flecon bags, sickles, bamboo, scoops, etc. in his hand. Agricultural tools are borrowed from rural areas in the west and bags are obtained by the tailor's manager, Kufushenka, in exchange for the bulk of the household goods.

The still cool winds of the early morning blow through the people aligned in the open space.

"The stories I used to hear from Frisian themes say that there are paving stones on okay mountain roads"

Khushchenka raised her voice before the gathered people.

"First, pick up the road and the dead branches that fell near it and put them in the frecon bag. When the bag is full, please take the bucket relay instructions to the city."

"When you get to where the car can get in, load up on our light tiger"

The farmer's pavilion owner said, wiping the sweat with a towel wrapped around his neck. He is a supporter of Councillor Raqueus, Khushenka's brother. He lent me not only light tigers, but also farm tools.

"If we gather a lot of firewood, we will reduce the number of dead in winter"

The expression of the gathered people softened slightly to the voice of Kufushenka.

Another farmer says, with an axe.

"I will cut down the trees that grow on the road. Everybody, dig up the roots. Roots will also be fired later"

"Please pack any dirt or deciduous leaves accumulated on the stone in a garbage bag and send them to the light tiger just like the branches"

People nodded at Kufshenka's explanation. The number of twigs and scoops is small, but the others are branch gathering and bucket relay personnel, replacing personnel for work to dig out. We must fight the heat as well as demons and miscellaneous demons.

"The well-fattened soil of the mountains will be sprinkled later on in the Sheeney Green Space. After collection, do not remove the walls from the bag until they form between the green space and the collective housing, but place them in a sunny place."

"Why?

Questions flew out of the participants. Beside Kufshenka, Sarotka, a needle apprentice girl, also tilts her neck.

On behalf of the old woman in the tailor, the farmer's pavilion owner raised his voice.

"If you sprinkle it, the insects and germs that are in the soil will also be scattered in the green space. Pack it in a black bag, put it in the sun, and steam it. Got it?

Several voices responded, and many times as many people nodded loudly.

The heat this summer doesn't just damage people with heat stroke.

With leafy soil and so on, I can increase the harvest of my home garden. It also helps us to live in the future.

Many people have heard that if we help with this task, we will receive a loaf of bread, but there was also a desire to improve the future of the Autonomous Communities for harvesting next year and beyond, rather than immediate food.

Initially it was meant to be explained in the church yard, but more people gathered than expected and moved the place to a nearby vacant lot. I looked over and wondered if there were more than three hundred of them.

... fewer days to hand over the reward bread, but with all this, the work will be done, so it's the same thing.

Carindura told me that the stones of the road buried in the mountains are engraved with [exorcisms] spells and marks, which work with the magic of passers-by. Kufshenka and the priest falsely described it as "the power of the earth's veins," convincing the people.

If we can unearth a safe path, we can go to the mountains to collect firewood and food. There is not a single one who speaks differently.

"May the wisdom of the saints illuminate your ways and protect you. The sun, moon, stars, and stars of darkness that become void (depression) also illuminate (well). The sun and moon stars, all that live, the heavens and earth, the reason of this world, keep thee."

The priest uttered the word of prayer and closed the briefing.

The men with the farm tools divide into three light tiger carriages and set off on the mountain road.

Kufshenka got into the wagon car of the leading confectioner. Driven by the pavilion owner of the confectionery shop and guided by Kufushenka in the passenger seat. In the back seat, the confectioner's wife and needle apprentice Salotka were on board and were supposed to distribute water, salt and dried fruit for heat stroke control.

Newspapers and bankers' private cars also join the train as water clerks to the workers.

Sarotka asks terribly.

"Mr. Store Manager, do you really not need to help me pick up firewood or something?

"It's also important to keep people who work hard from falling down with heat stroke."

Kufshenka turned around and said with a smile to the weak girl.

"But..."

"If you touch water or food with your dirty hands, you might get sick. It's an important part of protecting everyone's life, so keep your chest up and do it with dignity."

"... Yes"

Sarotka finally convinced herself or nodded forcefully.

In the southeastern part of the Autonomous Region, the driveway lying between them became a fireproof belt, sparing the winter fires. Barrack huts, which did not extend, had also begun to walk away, now that the construction of temporary and reinforced concrete collective housing had progressed.

Temporary dwellings are also scheduled to be rebuilt sequentially into decent collective homes with wooden mortars and reinforced concrete within a few years.

The elderly Khushchenka will be out of life by then, but at least he intends to do everything in his power to protect people's lives during those years of transition.

... what we have arranged so that we can all turn the bailout business around, even if I die tomorrow. It's all right.

In the mountain road cleaning project, the aim is to secure fuel over the winter and to set up an increased system of food production.

The lowlands in the eastern part of the Ristover Autonomous Region are badly salted, directly on the ground, and sown seeds do not grow to loch. The business of supporting people burned out by the fire continues after this, such as nursery pots and planters and the task of building a platform to put them down.

The reward for the bailout business is basically a small amount of food and the in-kind payment of what you make.

People who had lost their jobs had managed to outwit them (here) and were waiting to rebuild their places of work, such as factories and shops.

Through the Barack Zone, he parked his car in a grassland set up as a buffer zone with the mountain hem.

Neighbors are mowing down the grass to keep the miscellaneous demons from occurring. The end of the road stretching from the city led to the old cobblestone road, which led to the mountains.

Men on a light tiger carrier descend on about half the grassland in the school yard. Kufshenka also got off the confectioner wagon car and showed them the way.

"This is the landmark on that safe path. Please pick up firewood and collect soil, taking care not to move this rubble"

"That's a stone with this pattern. Okay."

"Light tigers wait here, so pick up some firewood first, pack it in a bag, and bring it."

"Brother with tools, dig up the buried path and fill me with dirt"

The farmer's pawnbroker and the farmer with the axe said it again.

"For starters, there's a tree growing over there. Guys, let's go!

Farmers axe to lead everyone. Put up the tools and the men will respond. A dozen people joined together and proceeded to the groves at the mountain hem.