Kusuriya no Hitorigoto

Min-jin (Nengen) said she was thirsty and took a sip of goat's milk.

Cats and cats (Maomao) and horse flashes (Basen) and brother Luo Han (Rahan) also shut up.

(The amount of information was more than I imagined)

We have to organize the information.

About fifty years ago, there was a massive locust plague.

The tribe of Min-jin destroyed the tribe of wind reading a few years before that.

The fact that the festival was no longer held caused massive locust damage.

Min-jin became the feather of a lifetime festival instead of a wind-reading tribe.

Is this an easy place to be?

(At the festival, dig back the dirt)

I'm not sure yet about cats and cats, but there's one person who's picky.

"I mean, is it Minoru-san? What you're doing is fall farming."

"Like this?"

Cats, cats and horse flashes tilt their necks, words they can't hear.

"It says we'll plow in the fall. It's autumn plowing. After harvesting the crop, it's probably autumn. It means plowing the fields by then."

"What's in it for you? It seems more efficient to cultivate crops just before they are planted."

Cats and cats also agree with Horseflash's allegations.

"To the best of my knowledge, you're going to dig back into the soil and make some good soil to soak up the rice straw and get rid of the pest eggs buried in the ground."

Cat and cat moved their ears tightly and silently grabbed Brother Luo Han's cunt.

"Say it again"

"Eh, soak up the love straw -"

"Not that way!

"Pest control?

"It!"

Cats and cats probably rock Brother Luo Han.

"Hey, don't. I can't breathe."

The horse flash stopped, so I let go of my hand.

"And what's so unusual about it? It's one of those farming methods that's not particularly rare, is it?

Brother Luo Han, who knows and makes a natural face.

"Farmers as solid as you are, not in the world!

"... Oh, yeah. Oh, what?

Brother Luo Han looks very complicated. He says he's complimenting you, but he's hard to accept.

"You're right. If you look at this village, you'll see. Even if you have the knowledge, there are people who aren't willing to execute it. And knowledge disappears if you don't use it."

Cats and cats have a smudge of true words. Brother Luo Han says that only Min Zhen is trying to build a proper field in the village.

"Can I ask you a question? Are the people here trying to grow wheat properly? I feel like I'm out of my hands"

Keep your mouth shut about Brother Luo Han's takeover and sale.

"... can you tell from an outsider after all?

"Okay. Because your fields were so much prettier than the others."

(and Xuan (pro) peasants said)

"... I'm not cleaning anything up. If I made it to increase yield, it would be. Seriously, I don't think I'm going to be the wingman to do this."

"I guess so."

The horse flashes are tough to hit. I can see why this seriousness martial officer, even though fifty years ago, takes a cold attitude towards a person who had repeated an occupation inferior to that of an animal. He even seems to wonder why he didn't get a worse punishment.

It's not like cats and cats don't think the same thing as horse flashes. However, I also know that something is not created by punishing. At least this is how we can talk thanks to the fact that Minori was alive.

(How did Lu Sun (Rickson) find out about this grandfather?

Sinner pushed into farmland fifty years ago. His identity as a serf has also been freed. I don't think Lu Sun, who is dispatched to the West Capital and the sun is shallow, knows.

(Did you ask someone in the West Capital, or -)

It's quicker to ask than to think.

"Did Lu Sun come to this village knowing the existence of the festival?

"That's right. I still don't think anyone knows the existence of the festival. I don't even know the lord here. He said something about asking someone he knew."

Min-jin sat on a solid sleeping table when he put down his drinked-up tea bowl.

"... you don't even know the lord? That's Tamayuan, isn't it?

Min-jin used to speak of Yuan Yuan as the lord of creation.

"Oh, that was a bad word. Not that way. Indeed, Yuan Yuan and I are the ones who rule the whole of Xizhou. But these controls are better for my son."

"Son?"

"Right, that's the name, did you say something about jade?"

The former bandit and former serf man doesn't have the heart to respect the lord as much as he does. Nothing cats and cats don't care, but horse flashes don't seem to care about that attitude. Let's just think it doesn't fly away.

"Tamahisa seemed kind of highly regarded in this village. Is there something there? Does it have anything to do with the festival?

"The festival doesn't matter. So popular. Lords don't blame the peasants for their inaction. Instead, if you have trouble eating, you have the breadth of your heart to grace you. If you're bad, you'll get more than just a decent job."

"Oh, I envy that"

Unexpectedly Booshiri and Brother Luo Han get it.

"That's merciful. Many people quit grazing if they should be peasants"

Min-jin had a tone of throwing up and throwing up behind his back.

"If you're such a merciful lord, you're going to have a proper festival."

Brother Luo Han slaps the empty tea bowl.

"Like I said, the lord now doesn't know about the festival. Even the clan did not know the details of the festival. What I'm being played with now is nothing more than a festival impersonation as far as I know."

"... that festival was not a divine favor or anything, so it was really a measure to prevent locust damage"

"Exactly. The serfs, including me, were given jobs instead of being deprived of their lives. They did it even if they didn't want to. Some of them escaped, some of them lazy, wondering if they could do it, but they were relentlessly tied up because they were just letting them live with spills. If you don't plow the fields, you're gonna die, and if you think about it, you're gonna have to work crazy on death."

Mindfulness A true past would be obvious because it is not acceptable.

"Every ten years, according to the harvest of the field, the serfs also received money. It was insignificant, but it was huge that I could store it. These are close to the West Capital. For that matter, I think the amnesty was huge. It's a simple story, motivated by that, how can crops grow better, not get sick, and reduce insect damage? I started thinking. I started keeping chickens because when I dug them back in, they would eat bugs."

"A bird used by a family of wind readers isn't like a chicken, is it?

"No, I'm not. It wasn't a chicken. Chickens are not fit for life traveling the meadows"

"Not a chicken? So..."

Horseflashes make a serious face.

"A duck!

"There's no way!

Brother Luo Han shouts. Horseflashes creased between his eyebrows for a penetration that would not allow him to get into his hair.

"I heard ducks eat bugs. Bigger than a chicken, so don't you eat more worms?

"Ducks are birds that prefer water. There's no way I'm gonna grow up in this dry land."

"Don't deny it completely. If you work hard with a duck, you might grow up."

"I've never seen a hard-working duck!

Horse flashes that somehow stick to the duck.

"I'm sorry, but I'm not even a duck. He was an unfamiliar bird to me."

Look at that, Brother Luo Han, who just says: The behavior itself sounds like an ordinary young man of his age.

"It is the birds that lack the divinity of the Wind Reading Tribe. I think the birds weren't there to feed the bugs, they were there to find them. There's no way I know where the bugs are in the vast meadows. I guess because I knew how to do that, my clan also protected the Wind Reading clan."

And the survival of the tribe that divided and destroyed that tribe as superstitious.

"Whoa, time to get back to work? It's not over yet."

Min-jin stands up as "Give it to me".

"Yes. Would you let us help too, if possible?

"I like visitors from the West Capital. My grandson Lu and I said the same thing. This one helps, though. I'm the only former farmer, and the only new people in the village are my own fields. It gets tougher and tougher every year to plow their share of land away..."

I would be nearly seventy years old by now. It's not weird whenever I die. I keep working even though I'm old.

(Though the sin of doing it is not forgivable)

The walking genuine legs seemed to have invisible shackles on them.