It's all one flower.

Kufshenka looked stunningly at the large bag of flour piled up in the church's front yard.

There are no ordinary households in the Eastern Parish that can bake bread.

There is no kitchen in the individual rooms of the temporary dwelling, just a common (kamadu) outdoors.

Apartments and other collective dwellings also have just a common stove and no oven to bake bread in. The number of cookware was also insufficient.

When I say cooking, I can't get it in my hand, such as boiling potatoes and weeds dug in the mountains or kneading and fermenting the dough like bread to the point of baking birds shot off with stone.

... Is it something you can make outside?

Previously, relief supplies were all ready-to-eat, just to be opened.

Residents gathered in the East Church of the Ristover Autonomous Region look up at the flour mountains in a dazzling manner.

"What is this?

"Er... here...? Komugiko?......?

The Eastern Diocese was Barack Street until before the war.

Many people have never even seen raw flour unless it is their experience working in food factories. Residents who are unable to go to school because of poverty and who are unaware of reading and writing make up the majority.

"All the bakeries over here have been burned."

"I don't know what kind of powder they gave me."

"Is this the ingredient for bread?

"I can't eat like this."

"Flour isn't enough ingredients."

"What else do you need?

"Er... salt and, uh... what is it?

Fragmented information is exchanged, but the flour piled up in a little hut could not be helped.

A lot of sighs flow into a small cloud and a cold breeze.

"Don't be afraid to move to an empty elementary school classroom"

"It's tough if it gets wet in the rain"

Of course (of course) there are no bread-roasting kilns in the church either. With the voice of the Wentus priest and the old nigger who returned to me, the people moved in haste.

Even assuming you have all the ingredients in your bread, you still don't have enough fuel, cookware and other things you need.

... Is it some kind of mistake?

Many people in the Eastern Diocese do not know how to cook.

Even if you make it, it doesn't get sunny in regular bread.

"I hope the rats don't bite me..."

And the monk was on his way, and he sighed.

Those with arms are on their shoulders, and those without are transported to elementary school by trolley, etc.

Those who had no power or tools dropped off the queue of carriage with anxious eyes and gathered around the Nishi monks and the craftsman Kufushenka of the star path.

"Can't you really eat this like this?

"If you don't put the fire through, you can't digest it... it'll break your stomach"

Disappointment spreads in the answer of the ni monk.

"If it doesn't have to be bread, just add a little salt, dissolve it loosely in water, and cook it in an oiled frying pan, you'll be able to eat it"

"Did the oil arrive with you?

When the woman holding the infant asked, the monk lay his eyes down and moved his neck small to the side.

"Isn't it Cotto to come later?

"Maybe with a frying pan?

"Dude, are you going to bake it every day?

"Go get some firewood."

"I wish I could cook a bunch together"

There are voices of hope and giving up everywhere.

"Bakery, I think I burned it"

"What about the bakery at the estate?

"Didn't you get into battle over there, too?

"Even a bakery can't afford it without fuel"

... The solar power plant is complete, so with electric cookware, it seems like we can handle it.

Household use requires a huge number and, for that matter, electricity consumption increases.

Many households in the Eastern Parish have no income. What is obtained in detail is in kind by disaster (Risayi) support projects, etc., with little (mostly) cash income. Later I had to outrun my days with firewood and relief supplies I picked up in the mountains. I can't pay for utilities and live to sleep as soon as the sun goes down.

The estate district also lost room around the star sign (Shinobe) and the stores involved in the battle of the Nemus Liberation Army.

Only the living environment was much better than it was before the war, but more households lost the food (or food) of life that had been critical and connected their lives, and could not do without assistance.

... When will I really be able to live independently?

I had no idea what the charity thought and sent me something I couldn't eat without cooking.

Rescue supplies arrived two days after that, but now it's pottery dishes. They collected household unwanted items, they were inconsistent, and there were quite a few broken items in transit.

"Is this a Barbatum newspaper?

"Oh, really. If you could read a common language, you'd know how to read a foreign country."

"Let students translate"

According to a middle-aged woman, the old man carefully opened the ancient newspaper of buffer material and stretched his wrinkles.

"It's been a long time."

"Can you read it?

"Just the date. Last month."

It could be used as a source for the Barbatum Federation. Carefully removed from the dishes to avoid tearing, and was to be taken together to Listver University.

"Still, it's a fine building"

"Don't get excited just looking at the pictures"

"Look at you, you idiot!

A group of men stretch their noses under the model of the advertisement under the article.

Dishes with chips shall be substituted for vegetable pots. The completely cracked object was finely crushed and laid at the bottom of the bowl instead of pebbles.

"It's just a fine dish."

"Even though there's no eating mon"

"I don't care if it's just dishes."

"It's going to crack."

Safe dishes were to be taken home by those who helped sort them, but East Parish residents were spared and the majority were transported to vacant classrooms in high school.

(i) Finish your work and organize your letters in the East Church conference room.

"When Dr. Temperature (Seiko) represented me, I didn't have this kind of a knack..."

Unexpectedly, stupidity spilled out of Kufshenka's mouth, and the Wentus priest and Nishimon, who knew the interaction at the time, nodded slightly (kasu).

"What's wrong?

Priest Ferrettorum guides the three with dark faces in front of a letter in common language.

Kufshenka recalled the haulier's request and translated the earlier stupidity into a common language.

"How was it before?

"Previous Representative… Every year, Dr. Temperature (Seiko) sewed between your busy hours, conducted an annual visit to the Autonomous Communities, and listened to and sent you what you needed from my brother, who is a member of Congress, as well as from the staff at St. Star's Road Listwar Hospital…"

"We're at war now, and it's a big thank you just to have it."

A ni monk tried to twist his gratitude somehow, but he couldn't beat the confusion.

Priest Wentus also nods powerlessly as he opens the letter he had put in cardboard with the dishes.

"This is a conflict area, so I don't care if you don't come until you risk it, but at least if you can check the status of this one with an extraordinary government press release or letter or something, the goodwill in the corner will be a little more effective"

"That's it!

Priest Ferretolum did not let the local priest speak to everyone, but began to speak with a bitter face.