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

"Yeah. Much lighter, and the sound lighter"

When you shake the rice that was being rice, the dried straw snaps, and the rice ho snarls a little heavier. Today is the twenty-third day of September. A week has passed since the pruning of rice and the other crops have been harvested well. Wheat has already collected its tax revenue, and later it has come as far as just distributing the pruning to farmers. Half a dozen more, but it's a tough job, so we're going to have a small break harvest festival here. The past week had dawned on the adjustment of farming and harvest festivals.

"Leader, Mr. Fendrix is urging me to kill the bull."

"Ah...... Oh!? Yes, I was going to look at the crime scene and decide. Thank you, I'll tell you later."

Returning a bitter smile to Tiana's jito eyes, he lowers a bunch from the rice pads. He handles it in hand-to-hand with Liz, Tiana, and Kabia, but he's been pretty busy from the neighborhood where his priorities got messed up because of some of the external parts. I expected Norwegian and Rostee to come because of what I said about parents, but I didn't expect them to screw up a tribute visit as far as the Dubteer side, so I'm having a rough time with that response. If this is strategic behavior, I think it's extra raccoon, but I feel like it's planned around Betiasta, who went to his wife. He said Terraxta was coming too, so I wish he had squeezed it.

"Oops. Then let's get rid of the grain."

Just like wheat, sprinkle with a foot grain remover and separate it from straw and debris with a tang (and um). Watch as she saunters and falls from the Tang Dynasty as she smiles at the farmer's sisters and daughters who move the device with the hand she's already used to.

"Mm-hmm. You're heavier than wheat..."

Liz squeaks up as she gently leans over to the side and squeals as she tries to squeeze a snarl.

"Right. They cook a little differently, but they're nutritious, and I hope they replace them a little bit."

"Hehe. You've been saying rice and rice ever since you mowed it. I wonder what it tastes like...... Hmm, I don't know... It smells like a new house..."

I gently close my nose and say as Liz tilted her little neck, smelling the smell of a fawn.

"Home........................... You might smell a little nasty if you're not used to it when cooking, but it's delicious if you eat it."

That's right, squealing, stroking his head as he stood up. When I have finished working on the tongue, I will pack the tongue in the hemp bag. I wish I could have made a mound, but I didn't have the energy to do a little research. I know how to tie the rope, so I think I'll just make the rope first and find out when I get back to Japan. Whatever it is, now I can get the love straw. The straw was used for processed products and straws, but the rice straw has many uses, such as rope and grass. Take on one hemp bag, thinking you could make a ton of grass for 'Fia'.

"This is a molar, isn't it? But isn't it light when it's a tree?

Liz points to a lump of wood on the brink and says:

"Oh, this is wood and it's fine"

Still smells like wood. It's a prototype that Ness and the carpenters made in a lively debate. I plan to make it auto-rotate with water wheel power in the future, but now I turn it by hand. Pour roughness from the hemp bag into the ceiling area and slowly turn the handle around. Turn too fast to have heat with friction.

"Ah!! Coming out. Heh... it's white in the shell..."

Turning it around feeling puffy and responsive, the brown rice in the tea bun comes out a little bit.

"It won't taste good if it's still in this condition, so it's another step."

I know it is better to eat brown rice as a nutritional value, but there are times when I want bran. I still feel sad that when I say rice, there is no bran pickling. I've harvested plenty of summer vegetables around the corner, and the autumn vegetables are coming up. Even when it came to living alone, bran floors were made and soaked by themselves. I still want to eat sour vegetables.

"Compared to wheat, it takes a lot of work. If we're just gonna grind it, we're gonna end this process, right?

The dollar has replaced me, so I'll adjust the speed.

"Hmm, given the number of grain increases and the ease of cooking, there are also advantages. It's highly conservative. Well, try the flavor."

Even if you can't eat cooked rice, you can try everything like your uncle and paella. I can eat barley, and I feel like it's going to be okay. Mojiri ends as his companions and farmers watch him with a serious look. Skip the shell with Tangju again to become precise rice. The crust is excellent as a spark, so I won't waste this either. Later, pour into the rice mold (Kometsuzu) and step on the edge of the sea saw. It takes turns stepping on the temperatures while adjusting the height to the extent that the rice grains cannot be crushed.

"Hey... Leader, what do you care? Super, footy!!

When the alternate fiirr turns up the sound, everyone smiles and laughs, and the next thing I know, it feels like I'm taking turns. I guess I'm intrigued by novel objects. It's bad for the fia, but he said it would be hard because it's another muscle from the muscles he uses every day. I also don't feel like my legs are going up due to muscle aches tomorrow.

"Oh, it's getting white. Yan."

"It's true... it's beautiful"

Chat and Rossa raise their voices as they peered into the molar with the children. Going to see which one, it's getting pretty white. Since I didn't know how to apply or subtract the force, I made it a little weak, so I will spend the day to near evening refining the rice.

"Well, if you try harder for a while, say it's over."

"Er!? Still doing it!?

Everyone makes a big laugh at Fia's voice. Well, I'll automate it, so I want you to give it up today. Instead, I'll try my best for dinner. I feel the scent of fluffy, spreading cooked rice as a phantom odor in the back of my nose, remembering to go to the ranch before I go home. Oh, white rice!!