It Seems I Came to Another World, Now What Should I Do

The outside of the tent is bright, and I wake up. I was awake because I slept fast, but it is also possible that I was oversleeping because of this tiredness. Salt making has strength. The sun is covered in thin clouds and temperatures are only slightly lower. Thin cloudy on March 27th. Everyone seems to be waking up first and starting to prepare for breakfast. I didn't even realize Liz woke up. The prey sautéed it yesterday evening as Liz and Rossa were tailoring deer. Last night, I went on this morning. Taro and Hime seem very satisfied with being eaten moths.

"Hey, are you coming?

"Hey, Suki."

Both of them, the tiger seems to like it, but I wonder about the tiger. If you want sea fish, you should come to the cove.

My people start preparing dishes for Mr. Mermaid. Liz and Rossa ran off to hunt birds again today. Taro and Hime are at everyone's disposal.

I'm going to burn the book. At the salt mill, the workers had already finished preparing the firewood.

"Good morning. Thank you for your time."

Speak up like that and you'll get your salute back.

"Because the lord always takes care of me. At least this is it."

With that said, start preparing the fire.

"Then about sixteen hours from here. Good luck, I'll burn it. In parallel, if you're a rough cook, please."

I'll be the one who burns the book. I leave the rough burning to yesterday, to the experience of yesterday. Proceed with the book burning with me and the oldest. This older person is going to be the head of the worker. Together, we will proceed with a detailed explanation. There's just no big move at the beginning. I see that it will be more than ten hours before we start moving in earnest.

No more dripping from the filtration tank. Check the slightly reddish sea water and set it on fire. After a short wait, the air bubbles boil up and gradually spill into a large bubble. Should we keep this neighborhood? Adjust the temperature by evening the fire. I hear that overheating will make the salt taste bad, so I aim to have the temperature a little lower.

The heat on both sides of the rough burning and the book burning caged in the room and opened a window on the boulder. I can't afford to say temperature adjustment or anything like that. Die of fever. Standing at the window, gasping for refreshing, cool air. I designed it to spread the word, but once the heat starts to cage, it doesn't matter if it's a little wider. I don't know if the size of the factory level could be anything about the ventilator, but I can't do this. Each sets the time, turns in turn, and rolls up firewood. If we start at this hour, the rough burning will be over by noon. I guess lunch at that time. But I feel a little butterfly because of the humidity and temperature. Ask the surrounding workers, but they seem to be able to take the meals as usual. Most people from Rothschild are not used to the heat, but it seems that this South feels like heaven when they experience the harshness of winter. Warm. That just seems happy.

Even if you open the window, continue to adjust the fire as it perspires with the steam and heat of the bamboo rising from the kettle. The rough burner also confirms that if the fire is in strong condition, we will continue this hell until noon pulling out firewood or something.

"With that said, thank you for taking care of our noon"

The head I was chatting with suddenly thanked me.

"Hmm? I'm sorry. I can't see the story."

"I'm the daughter of a mermaid. She said she had a treat for lunch yesterday. Fried in oil? Really? You seem to like it."

Hmm? This guy, that or the mermaid husband!!

"I see. I heard you wanted your engagement bracelet fast. Your head, too?

"Ha. Was there such a story? Yes, there are no grocery stores that are attentive because they are still a well-built village. To begin with, I can't believe I have such a daughter. I didn't even think about it. I was surprised to hear you were the same inhabitant. But I was wondering if it would be a good idea for you to bring the fish and be with me while we're spending time together. Sometimes I tell my lord, but here, it's a good salary. About one daughter-in-law can be supported at all. So I made up my mind."

"Really...... I'm glad about that. I was hoping we could get along as the same people, but this is how I'm happy to see actual examples."

"Ha. I'm a little embarrassed, though. Still, I've decided to accompany you. So I'm dazzled that my wife is happy to talk. I thank the Lord for that dazzling smile."

I'm just a little shy, my head says just a little proud. Talking about that also mixed up absurd humans, and it became a marriage negotiation. Hi, I hear there are two other people on the inside. It seems the mermaid is also making an aggressive offense, and he's taking a little fish and eating it with him. Bringing ingredients in and telling them to teach you how to cook doesn't seem to be a definite wedding in this village. It really makes me happy to see everyone laughing happily.

With all that chatter, the rough burning is better done. But looking at the kanji tank, a considerable amount of sea water is stagnant. After more than a day, the water has been discarded as is. Nine or twelve lines can be operated in parallel for a branch frame of this size. There is an urgent need for additional personnel and equipment. I'll have Norwe bring the real salt in this time to decide whether or not to accept it, and if it's not a problem, it's an addition. Per tonne of Nissan is my first goal, I guess. Japan also consumes roughly 10 kilograms of salt per person per year. Thirty-five thousand people can bribe. The branching rack itself may be increased to increase production. Only wood ash and dust drain. Dust can be disposed of in the sea as is, and wood ash can be scattered in the field instead of lime.

You talk to Norwe around here. If we're going to fight the salt guild over there, I don't think ten buildings is a bit enough. However, exports will be in sufficient quantities. Once you stop producing around it and flush it to the eastern country...

As I adjust the fire as I ponder, the two desolate people come this way. Looks like we're done cleaning up.

"Lord, please go to lunch. This is the three of us."

She says so in a smile, so I'll make it sweet. Open the door and it's cool as a different world. The sun remains thin and the temperature hasn't risen that far today. Still, there are temperatures around early summer rather than spring.

Heading into the cove, there's still a line. Deep-fried foods seem popular, so I wonder if they're good for seafood grilling, and line up in the front row of the iron plate.

"Tiana, how's it going?

The line proceeded and we came to the front row, so I ask Tiana, who is cooking.

"You're busy. But I feel like I could be a cook. Much better."

With a bitter smile, he serves a seafood grill on his plate. The village baking guild is also turning inventory here, so I'll get some bread there and eat with them.

Sure sauté over high heat, then cook carefully over low heat. The seafood is not shrunk and plump, and the birds are bright. Ha, Tiana's a fine cook, too. With that in mind, I pound my tongue at the puffiness of shrimp. The bread also goes with the seafood grill with some salty bread. I thought I might want some moisture, but I didn't even think that the seafood grill itself was so bright that I wanted soup. Thank you Tiana.

After lunch, when I return to the salt mill, my head leaves at noon with a replacement. Looks like he was looking forward to eating cove rice with his wife. Apparently, the other two have promised the person they want. I envy something. When I said I was jealous, my separate wife caught me and asked me what I would say back. Well, you're right, so I can't say anything. But sometimes I want to go on a slow date, and I have to say I want to have lunch with you.

Like that, everyone finishes lunch, regains their temper, and keeps adjusting the fire. Twelve hours have passed since the sun set, but there has been no change. However, the moisture content is declining considerably. Around the cauldron there is salt that creeps when evaporating, so the approximately reduced amount is visible. When the sun sets, maybe after a while, the white, all sorts of things begin to float.

"Everyone started crystallizing. Salt."

The four of us peek into the cauldron. At first it was also hard to find. The crystals go on and on, spilling and swelling round to cover the surface.

"This is... spectacular... Is this seawater salt?"

My head shrugs.

"Not yet, it's early. This is still the first change here. It's gradually changing from here, so watch carefully."

Over time, a surface that was spilling like a ball patterned like a flower.

"If it looks like this flower, a little more..."

"Beautiful..."

"Ha. They say salt flowers. Now, watch your fire from here. If we fail here, it'll suck."

Keep adjusting the fires and subtractions as you struggle harder than ever before. So far, it's a total maneuver. But I've come this far. Wait for the finish after......

From there, if it burns for a while now, the crystals become larger and the form is maintained. No more complex patterns like flowers, exuberant and bouncing and solidifying as is. Be like a pointy mountain.

"This, when it's like this pointy mountain, it's done! Scratch out the fire. Let dry over extra heat for about thirty minutes!

Instruct everyone, scratch out the fire and extinguish it.

The boiling pile of salt rises in the heat of the cauldron, repeatedly collapsing, raising the steam and calming it down one by one.

I look at the clock and see that thirty minutes have passed, and I start collecting salt. The steam in the cauldron will only stand thin. The cauldron itself still has heat, so scratch the salt in the barrel with caution and transfer it to the salt bed where the cloth is laid. It has a large tarai underneath and can recover dust. If soybeans can be produced, I think it would be nice to bring back the garlic and tofu. Until then, have them use it as lotion at Hot Springs Inn.

After transferring to the salt floor, everyone takes a sigh of relief.

"How was it, salt making?

Peek into the three faces like they were floating in heat in the candlelight lit on the candlestick.

"I'm impressed. It changes like a creature. It's beautiful... I really feel it's a honorable job."

My head answers on behalf of me. The other two snort hard.

"Good. It's a job you can be proud of. From now on, salt will be made here in large quantities and spread to towns, countries and the world. You are responsible for that. [M] Keep it up."

When I said that, I bowed my head, and everyone was grateful, I could indulge in something. The two young men were crying. The results of my work lead to the world. Craftsman's profit, isn't it?

"Lord, I'll take care of the cleanup. It's too late. Please return."

It's sweet because my head says so.

Returning to the tent with the lantern in one hand, Liz from the previous turn waited for me in front of the fire.

"Good day. Done?

"Yeah. The first salt making is over. Tired -"

"Hehe. Looks so happy. Oh, you haven't eaten yet. I'll get it ready."

With that said, Liz stabs the roasted venison on the skewer and warms it up again with a blazing fire.

"What about Taro and Hime?

"I also had dinner. I don't have Hiro today, so I'm sleeping lonely when I find out I don't have a bath. Tomorrow I'll give it to you."

"Oh well. You've made me miss you."

"I took him for a walk in the evening, so I was happy. The tiger was here. The mermaid gave me fish and I was happy to eat it."

Oh, Tiger, are you still here today? I'd appreciate it if you could get along.

"Liz, do you want to take a bath?

"Is it good?

"The meal just warms up anyway, and it's the previous turn. I'm watching, come on in."

"Glad, thanks"

When I say that, I smile like a flower blooms. I feel fantastic, illuminated by the fire.

I thought I was familiar with it already, but I think there's still a fresh side to it, so I prepare the barrel and produce hot water.

"Mm-hmm. I'm ready. Come on in. Meanwhile, I'll eat."

"Yes."

That being said, proceed with the meal as Liz drops off her luggage at the tent. The thing that rewarmed the deer that had been roasted once on the boulder was stiff. But if I chew it, the taste comes out enough to chew, and I cheek with the bread wondering if this would taste good. Liz will be back by the end of the meal.

"Thank you, Hiro. I'll take your place. If you take a bath and fall asleep. It was late, and you're tired."

"Yeah. I will. I'll sleep first. No, it's tough, but good luck. Bye."

Back in the tent, Taro and Hime are asleep. It's been hot and a little free lately, but I'm leaning in on you for missing me. Take out your underwear and clothes, thinking you've done something wrong.

Replace the barrel of hot water and wash your head and body. It was already sweaty and it was a hundred million robberies to take off my clothes.

Soak in the water and give thought to making salt. I used to see it at the salt mill, the old-fashioned salt-making situation, and it stayed that way. Now the sea water salt is ready. The taste is tomorrow, but once it is separated.

But system engineers make salt...... The laughter comes in as I rethink reality again. I've done a lot of things so far, but when I do this kind of primitive work, I really feel like a human being. The salt change was beautiful. Yeah, I'm impressed. I knew working would be fun. Wash your face in hot water and sweat.

Well, about four days to get rid of the dust. Take the first product back and spread it all over the place to adjust it. Alexoria sounds delighted. That makes me laugh bitterly.

When I was thinking, I almost boiled it, so I got out of the barrel and cleaned it up after. Dust the condition, expose to the wind and some sweat, then return to the tent.

You dive into the futon and look forward to your taste tomorrow. With that in mind, I let go of consciousness.