It's all one flower.

After breakfast, the mobile station Praetermisa's truck and wagon headed west on the old Ougari road, passing two narrow branches of one lane and heading south on a two-lane sidewalk.

The truck driven by Medvage is led by a DJ Race wagon and continues unabated. If you hadn't taught me the way, I would have gone to the tip of the narrow branch road and wasted my time and gas.

Clullo saw the driver's seat from the crew room on the carrier. The view over the windshield is lush and lush.

By the time my heart gradually became thinner, my vision suddenly widened and I went out to the bean fields.

A vine of beans grown about under the knee wraps around the pillar, aiming for heaven.

... is this village in charge of beans?

Most beans are harvested in summer or autumn, and can be stored for many years if dried. It is more convenient than leafy vegetables as an exchange.

Small fields line the road and each grows different kinds of beans, and the color and shape of the leaves can be seen in the distance.

After going along the field for a while, I saw a village surrounded by low earth walls. There is also a splendid temple in the back.

Five by the gate, and in the square opposite, a crowd awaits. Unlike yesterday's village, there are women and children, but they are equally nervous.

The DJ Rafe stopped the wagon about five meters in front, and Medvede also stopped the truck with a sufficient distance between the cars.

"Good morning. This is Praetelmisa, the mobile broadcaster."

"Welcome, I heard from the people of the eastern village. Come in, people of the mobile station Praetelmisa."

Rafe thanked an old man like the village chief and let a wagon car enter the open gate. People stop at the edge of the square, make their green eyes shine with curiosity, and gaze at the line that comes down.

... hmm? Something burning?

Croolo hung around his neck, but there was no smoke in the village. It doesn't look like a fire.

George greets as usual.

"You're going to broadcast it here, right?

"You sold out the battery, didn't you?

"Do you still have the scores you distributed in that village?

"Hurry up. Could you show me a water level chart of Lake Lacus first?

The village chief stepped forward with the priest and offered his hand.

The village priest is a middle-aged woman with a gentle smile, and the badge is the same [leading white butterfly] school as the funeral home Agoni.

An old fisherman, Aviace, who was near the cargo bay under Jorch's gaze, immediately came down with a graph. I handed it over to the village chief and listened.

"Um... something stinks of burning from before, are you okay?

"Stinky?"

The village chief and the priest look around the square.

I'm making smoke right now.

"The day before yesterday, the fire bull was caught, so I put it in my bowel."

The answer came back from the green hedge.

"Fire bull? This is luxurious again."

"We have a lot of hunters."

Agoni shouted, and a good laugh rose.

"Bowel stuffing has to be smoked in about three days."

"If you can slow down, I want you to taste it."

... you get flour and stuff from beans and beasts.

"I heard that the baked goods were delicious, but they were sold out, right?

"The fabric has been prepared. After broadcasting, you can serve baking."

Leno responds kindly to the woman who held hands with the two children. Croolo was embarrassed because he didn't feel comfortable procuring [endless bags].

The village chief and the priest look at a graph with their foreheads together.

The smile disappeared from the priest.

"Can you come to the temple after the broadcast?

"Of course, it's okay. Let me pray, shall I?

I answered immediately with the momentum that echoed when the DJ Rafe struck.

"It might be a long story. If you don't hurry, you can stay here tonight."

Rafe and Jorch looked around at the village chief's offer.

No one can speak out against it.

Leno nodded.

"If you're staying here, maybe someone can go shopping while we cook."

"Then I'll go to the summer capital with him. Please bring your product within the current time."

Aviace put his hand on the shoulder of the boy soldier Morph. Morph sees the old fisherman with a face that says something, but turns his gaze to Medvede without saying anything. As the driver nodded, Morph nodded face to face.

The pharmacist Awellana and the girls go around the hedge to ask for help while the men are ready to broadcast and sell.

"Now we're going to do a live public broadcast of the mobile station Praetermisa. We have about two hours scheduled, so please listen carefully."

Jorch, the national announcer, greeted him with a clean voice and applauded the whole square.

... just because you're suspected of being a thief is so different.

The air before the broadcast was too different from yesterday's village.

The news is exactly the same as yesterday because there is no new information.

The villagers listened to Jorch's unforgettable voice after a long time, even though he might have heard about it earlier. As you sing, you clap naturally.

At the beginning of yesterday's village, it was not very popular and I was distracted.

Someone who contacted this village may have communicated the mobile station information as a "good thing" and made up for it.

Wrapped in warm applause, the two-hour broadcast ended quickly.

"I'll help you sell things. Can you go to the temple?

Razornik hit me on the shoulder.

Old fisherman Aviace and Boy Soldier Morph receive notes from the girls, and villagers gather replacement items for their handbags.

Leno and the others get busy with demonstration sales of baked confectionery by lowering fabrics, stainless steel trays, etc.

Krilo grabbed the tablet terminal in his pocket, nodded to Lazolnik, and headed to the temple with Joachi.