Kusuriya no Hitorigoto

There was a big hole in the back of Min-jin's house. I guess I usually burn the garbage or something. There are still black burn marks.

"Do you usually burn locust eggs here?

Cat and cat (maomao), check carefully.

"Right. I'm fueling it because it's hard to burn."

When I say fuel, it would be oil or sheep shit. Firewood and charcoal commonly used by cats and cats are luxury items in the region.

"... because of this, sometimes I want to burn it in a different way..."

Makes a lot of noise about cat and cat offers.

"Nothing, but what are you gonna do?

"In the meantime, I'll borrow the pot that's over there"

Cats and cats touch large pans. It looks like it could still be used if it's old but well made and gets rid of rust. It seems to have been abandoned for quite some time, with dead grass and dead bugs inside.

Flip over and rub with straw deflection.

"Go ahead, Mr. Cat."

The sparrow (Chue) has drawn water from the river, so let me use it thankfully.

"It's a big cauldron. Green pepper meat silk (chinjao roast) is likely to be made for about thirty servings at a time"

"Did you even use it for cooking out?

Cats Cats and sparrows wash cauldrons as they face each other. When I'm with a sparrow, I get a tone of voice.

"It's a cooking pot for serfs. I was cooking a day's worth of rice."

"Well, a lot, there was a serf."

He tells the sparrow a lot about what he heard from Minori. The stranger's maid, whose opponent would be a former bandit, but a murderer, would be a former serf, but doesn't seem to have much to do with it.

(How far do villagers know?

I treated him like a stranger, but it wasn't an atmosphere I hated so much hair. Does it have a slight personality, including where I'm not too worried about locust damage?

"Is it okay if this village, a bandit or something, gets attacked?

Cat and cat leaking accidentally pompous.

"I think you'll be fine there."

Every single one of you is going to get a response from a sparrow.

"I'm settled now, but I was originally a herding people, and there were well-maintained bows and swords in the barn. You're strong enough for the good of the land, and the bandits will have the courage to attack you."

In terms of security, the capital seems somewhat better.

"So you're targeting travelers."

The cat and cat were convinced.

(What happened to that conductor?

I felt like I shouldn't think about it, but I wanted to make sure of one thing.

"Why did Mr. Sparrow imitate you? Horseflashes don't seem to know, and I don't think you would do that."

Mr Nong should be sensitive to cat and cat safety so far. I also believe that it was Mr. Nong's consideration to attach a horse flash to the escort.

The sparrow narrows his small eyes.

"My life (mei) is about how to reduce harm (risk). Don't you think it's safer to be able to specify when to attack rather than not knowing when to attack?

I guess it's a sparrow safety measure.

"Normally, I think it reassures people not to let them know it's dangerous."

"Cat, cat, cat, cat, cat, cat, cat, cat, cat, cat, cat, cat, cat, cat, cat, cat, cat, cat, cat, cat, cat, cat, cat, cat, cat, cat, cat, cat, cat, cat, cat, cat, cat, cat,

"For once, I'll tell you, if I hit you, you'll die."

"Yes, I know. As for toxicity, we hope."

She's a good splitting lady.

While I was wasting it, the pot stain fell off.

"What do you do? This pot."

"I'll add the locust egg from earlier"

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The sparrow retreated after great momentum.

"... Cat. Cat."

"Don't worry, Mr. Sparrow. I won't eat it, I won't eat it."

"Are you sure?

The look of suspicion.

"Yes, it doesn't look delicious, and what a collection, but it's disgusting, isn't it?"

Adults are pretty tough when it comes to eggs, no matter what they've eaten.

"Oil this..."

"Stir-fry?

"I'll burn it"

"Burn?"

Cats and cats head to the temple with pots. Qualitative brick temples.

"Here, wouldn't it be festive if you set fire to it?

"Ho."

"And the festival needs a treat, right?

Cats and cats look at the children of the village who are still wandering.

The face of the sparrow becomes gruesome. He understood what he wanted to do.

"I see. I'll leave the decorations to you, then"

The red ornament crept out of the collar.

"I also need a table to decorate my pot, and I will ask my brother-in-law and brother Luo Han to help me"

He was also settled in Brother Luo Han on the sparrow.

What cats and cats would do was make a treat, as sparrows take the initiative to create the stage.

I tend to blur because Yan Yan (En En) is the master cook of Xuan (professional) cooks, but even cats and cats are good at cooking.

(Cooking is the same as dispensing)

be effective depending on the combination of materials.

"Do what?

Narrow down the one eye that remains of mindfulness.

"If it's a festival, you'll have to have fun. It's a treat for that."

"... that's right"

Mindfulness moves his gaze anxiously. Ahead is Brother Luo Han.

"Hey! Don't use it all! The quantity I've brought is limited!

"I know. I know. Steam faster than that"

"People are rough!

Brother Luo Han fuels into the wax while complaining about bumps. Even though it's dry, I'm pinching it with a stick to see if I can resist grabbing the sheep's shit with my bare hands.

"Use whatever tools we have. If you want to use food, I'd be happy to pay for it later. There's only so much life around here."

"Thank you"

"Well, I'm asleep."

Min-jin lay on a crude sleeping table. He looks fine, but he's already a grandfather, so I guess he had a tough field job the whole day.

"Sweetness is sweeter when you heat it slowly, right?

"That's right. That's why you can't just cook it on high heat."

(I think I'm familiar with potato dishes as well as agriculture)

Anyway, per Luo Han must be using Brother Luo Han in thinking about the use of sweetness. Brother Luo Han, who looks strong around him, is basically too popular with his brother. Still, it seemed like a very normal, too late period of rebellion because it sifted like it was ostensibly repulsive.

"I, I don't really know what type of dish I'm cooking, but do you know what I can do with the ingredients here?

"Why are you asking me!

"Mr. Sparrow said he specializes in basic eating, and you can't count on horse flashes."

The sparrows seem to be capable of making porridge, but they want to concentrate more on eating complex dishes.

"... I don't know"

Brother Luo Han lies easily understandable.

"Really?... Sorry, I just wanted to feed you a lot of delicious food"

The cat and cat looked back for a moment. From the gap in the entrance to the house, the children are watching. Not only were the example brothers and sisters, but they were kind of growing in numbers.

"You have friends, too. I wanted something delicious and rare."

Cats and cats talk to their children while they think they are the only ones.

"What, potatoes, can't you eat them?

Sounds like a sad sister voice.

"I can eat, but I'm sorry. I can't really make something tasty."

"Are you hungry?

Different children tilt their necks.

"Potatoes, I want some. We don't have any..."

Sounds like a sad child's voice.

……

Brother Luo Han looks like an awkward person first.

When I thought I turned my back, I exhaled softly. Then he turned around and raised his fingers numbingly.

"Hey, hungry people. Help me if I want to eat. Above all, I'll feed you!

Children cheer.

Brother Luo Han seems to have been very old-fashioned.

(Chuckles)

The cat and cat thought so, either opened the steamer lid and the potato softened or stabbed the chopsticks.

By the time the cats and cats had finished cooking, they had also finished decorating the temple.

In the center of the temple is a pan with locust eggs. I was bricklaying good and making impromptu tables.

The coarse brick temple is lit with red flags hanging all over it and beast fat lights. I wondered if there would be any sound at all, and I was stringing a piece of metal to make it sound like a song. When the wind blows, there is a sound, and a flickering red flag dances.

A crude chair lined up with just a woolen cloth on the barrel is at the table. The cats and cats lined up the dishes they could cook.

The day had fallen to the brink of the horizon.

"What the hell?

Children as well as adults came.

Where everyone gathers, cats and cats oil large pots. Set the dead grass on fire to the igniter.

Me and I don't really know if it smells fragrant or disgusting. In the dim, the large pot did not look like a pot and had become a splendid temper.

"We had a customer. What are you doing?

The village chief is leaning his neck.

"I'll explain that"

It was the horse flash that came forward. Next to it, there is a sparrow, showing the pieces of paper to the horse flashes.

(Instruction form (Campe).)

"This village was built that day to hold a festival"

"... yes, it sounds familiar. You don't even know what that means to dig back into the ground, do you?

One of the villagers returns it.

"That's right. You wouldn't know what that means. The reason we're here this time is to convey the festival in the right way, which is only passed on in half form."

(Hard)

Horse flashes are a bar read, but strangely mysterious because the burning is behind the light. Sparrows are also ready, and they seem to be choosing and letting the villagers read along with their reactions from among the many forms they have written.

(My brother-in-law uses it well)

Brother Luo Han pokes a cat and cat.

"Hey, is that true?

I asked the cat and cat in a whisper. I like the setting of the stage, so here's one guy to be fooled too.

"That's the setting. Good luck with that."

"What, lie"

Are you serious, Brother Luo Han?

"... is it Master Left? I know we're having a festival here. But for one thing, may I confirm?

"What?

"The only thing I'm entrusted with is this festival, right? We didn't hear about it, we were called by the Lords of the time as a land of emigration."

Then there's the sound of it blowing up in the pan.

I mean, it's fine to have a festival, but we're not going to have a festival.

The sparrow stops moving a bit and shows the paper as she ponders.

"I know. You don't have to be the ones doing the festivities."

Horseflashes looked at the cat and cat. A sparrow is meditating on one eye behind a horse flash.

(Throwed)

The rest means I'll take care of it.

Cats and cats have no choice.

Walk slowly step by step, approaching the large pot.

(Something wrong, something?

While walking slowly, think about impromptu scripts. Stand in front of a large pot and bow your head.

"This fire is a fire that sends offerings to God. There were times when people were sacrificing, but God told them not to ask for it."

Borrow the dialogue that was in something of the novel that was popular in the Back Palace.

"The Land God is the incarnation of the bird and has decided to offer his favorite as an offering instead"

A sleeping chicken caught my eye in the shed.

"Whether they say bird land god or something, we take the god of grazing..."

"Heh, you're already settled, but you still believe in the previous God -?

A sparrow tells me deliberately.

"Is that why? What's wrong with growing wheat around here? Year after year, hasn't it gotten worse? Isn't it because you're sitting there without the faith of a land god?

The villagers start talking to the blubber.

It would be true that the wheat harvest is decreasing. It would get worse if I grew up with all that out of hand. Unlike rice, wheat loses weight if it doesn't make proper soil.

(Sounds good?

But...

"Didn't the land just make you quit? God, for the most part, is he really here?"

A young villager strikes back.

(Be more confident!

Even though cats and cats can't say anything about others, I think.

"I don't care if they call me God."

"Yes, my lord, even if there is no harvest, you have a generous heart."

"That's right. I don't know. God is sweeter than you are."

That's right, that's right, and my voice goes up.

(Yeah, you're right. You only believe what you see)

It's what I knew, I had no choice.

"Phew."

Cats and cats laugh.

"Is something wrong?

"No, you say it again because you seem to have been mistaken from earlier." You don't have to be the ones doing the festivities. "

I repeated the horse flash dialogue.

Cats and cats fish their nostalgia with their backs to the villagers.

(Yeah, here)

And I waved my hand up loud.

I have a big pot of flame.

"Fire, fire!

"Oh, my God, the colors have changed!

(I miss you.)

For cat and cat nostalgia, the disinfectant alcohol I always carry. And I have the salt shards that I just used to cook. A sparrow said salt was a luxury product, so he had it for once.

(I wish I had copper)

The flame would have replaced the green and would have surprised me more.

Cats and cats, looking back, have a dust and a sales grin.

"Well, I mean, I'm not going to the festival."

View the dishes you put on the barrel chair.

"I seem to have cooked a little too much meal tonight. May I have all of you before it gets cold?

"Yay."

It is the children who raise their hands loudly. You can't just let them help you and not feed you.

Where everyone had an eye for cooking, cats and cats poke sparrows.

"Please stop being impotent"

Cats and cats exhale. Honestly, I sweated cold.

"I believed cats and cats could do it."

The sparrow, who said with no eating face, joined the battle for a treat when he laughed.

(Hope it works)

The cat and cat were more tired and decided to rest in the tent first.