Kusuriya no Hitorigoto

"When you grow up, it's the wind."

That's what my mother always told me. out into the outside world with fifteen main suits. Until then, I was told to study the world.

Keep the wind flowing and the air in the West will not starve.

It's a memory of when Lu Sun (Rickson) wasn't named Lu Sun.

Women defend the city, men run the meadows. I was taught that way. I miss leaving the house one day, but I thought it would be good to be windy, earful, and help my mother and sister.

He taught his teachers to study in the morning, strolled the city by day, and taught his mother and sister this at night.

The noon stroll was interesting. How can a good product be bought without wasting a given penny. What would I be satisfied with if I used it for? It was also part of the study. Many of the kinship men become merchants. Lu Sun will probably choose that path as well.

Buy the most affordable dried fruit and goat's milk compared to flavour, price and quantity. Buy it and head to the chess dojo.

There are eventually free adults. I also go there for all kinds of information. The tavern is better, but Lu Sun couldn't get him in yet.

Sometimes I come across the real thing while I have a lot of liquor soaked free people.

"Oh, boy, are you here?

The old man sitting in front of the chess board is a former clerk who works in a public office (if he does). Now he's half-retired, while collecting documents and compiling a new history book (hen). Chess is the strongest in the West Capital.

"Yeah."

Lu Sun sits next to the old man and looks at the board.

"Is that it?"

I was losing. That's unusual, Lu Sun sees an old man's opponent.

I have an insensitive mustache. It is equal to bracketing rather than tying the hair together with good clothes. The clothes are not of poor quality but are not in very good condition. He looked out-of-the-box young. The seemingly poor body did not look like a resident of the West Capital.

"There's some kind of bad infantry."

The fox-eyed man was wearing one-eyed glasses. From what to what frigid. Besides, they said infantry, etc.

"Boy, don't be angry. Because that's what Rahan is."

"Infantry."

"Infantry, okay? They told me about Acer Stone."

"Acer Stone"

I look at the chessboard wondering if it's any different from the infantry. I just mocha around and my chess arm is so strong. I've never seen an old man lose before.

I was curious and came to the dojo the next day and the next. The man named Rahan didn't even come to the quorum or came every day. The old man was not there that day.

There she is again, my son.

If I had an old man, I wouldn't hear a word. I hear a word, too, that I'm alone.

I speak of the sons of the sons of the sons of the families of the sons of the sons of the sons of the sons of the sons. A clan ruling the West Capital, but long and short.

A woman becomes the chief and kicks out the man who was born. The woman doesn't have a husband, and the child doesn't even know who her father is.

Originally, the western capital is home to a large number of nomadic people with strong male and female inferiority. Lu Sun knows that there are things to be said. Sometimes my father says something about a child he doesn't even know who he is.

Still, for hundreds of years, I was complacent that it was the clan of clans who had protected the West.

I have no choice but to sit next to Rahan because there is no old man. I've seen him face to face several times, but this man doesn't try to remember Lu Sun. On the contrary, nobody else tries to remember. It's just that when you sit in front of your chessboard and they put your money down, you point to chess, that's all.

"Father, don't you remember your face?

"People's faces, I don't know"

"I don't know, you remember if you saw it again and again, right?

"It just looks like an Acer stone or a chess pawn"

I don't know what you're talking about, but Lu Sun didn't seem like Rahan was lying. I'm sure there's a difficulty for Luohan in identifying the livestock face. Some nomadic people remember all the faces of sheep. Lu Sun doesn't know. For Rahan, the human face may look the same as the sheep's face.

"So what do you do when you really want to discern?

……

Rahan was thinking. While contemplating Lu Sun's question, Chess refers relentlessly. Your opponent looks blue and admits to losing.

"Remember the shape of your ears, remember the height of your tall. Check hair quality. Remember the sweaty smell"

"Aren't you faster to remember your face?

"I don't know your face. I know I have eyes, nose and mouth. But when I put it together, I hang in there and all I see is Acer Stone. I can tell by the size of the nostrils and the length of the lashes"

They remember every single trait, not the whole thing. I'm very tired, so I don't seem to do it except for someone I care about so much.

"Is your little father from the center?

"Oh, I'll be home in a minute. I don't want to go home."

Rahan said as he beat his next opponent.

My mother told me to wind and flow, but would it be good for me to flow to the center?

"When you get great in the center, won't you work for me?

"Well, you should have come out of the infantry."

"Okay."

My sister also told me that I should make anything marginal (cone). I'd rather be a merchant and get to know people of all kinds.

When I get home, it's a sunset. The evening meal is eaten in a clan outing. All around me are women. Originally a bloodline where many women are born, the only man is Lu Sun because one traveled last year. The child has three daughters of his older son besides Lu Sun. For Lu Sun, he was a cousin and all three had very similar faces as to whether their fathers were the same. My sister is an adult now that she is over the age of her former uniform.

Lu Sun listens to the story as he takes care of his cousins' meals. About food, about imports of migrant goods, about exports to be exported from ().

My mother was a central figure in the clan. It is my mother's sister, Lu Sun's aunt, who is now offering her clan. My aunt couldn't have a woman's child. Going on like this, I am actively joining the conversation because of my age and talent, which means that my sister will be the next generation's head.

It's a deal with an exotic country, and now seems like a very difficult time. The deficit has been going on for years and they seem to be complaining from the center. Xu had exported large quantities of fine paper, but the quality has deteriorated in recent years. It was just a major product that was light and convenient to carry, and I was in trouble.

In addition, there will be small locust plagues. Because of the increase in the population, it became easier to increase agricultural land as well. The center only looked at the figures and refused to support them if the yield remained the same. People run out of food for more.

"Let's get the black stone out"

My aunt said.

My mother, my mother's sister, my sister, and my older cousins had to snort.

Lu Sun did not know what a black stone was and was carrying noodles (bread) into the mouth of his little cousin, who would be three.

At night, I teach my sister and my mother the history of Xizhou. During the founding of the kingdom, three of Mother Wang's bellies became heads of the three states.

It seems that the clan of the rulers of the west struggled helplessly at first. A land where the inferiority of men and women is particularly strong. The ancestors of the clan were made to mocha that they were women, and were about to be deceived many times. Those who whisper sweet words to get their names, those who try to take them with strength.

So I created a feminine family system so that the house would never be taken over. My son-in-law doesn't take it. All traces are to be taken by women.

A man was born with a special role for a man.

One of them is to be the wind.

It's also called wind, or ear.

Run around Xizhou and gather information. As a merchant, as a nomadic people. Those who became nomadic people later became known as the Wind Reading Clan. Manipulate birds and control insects.

There was just a miscalculation.

The Wind Reading clan perishes fifty years ago.

One of the wind-reading clans that had some was out of regular contact with the clan of For years, decades, hundreds of years, the time had come to split up with the clan. No one will ever pledge allegiance to his former chief. Only at some point did people show up to make contact with other countries.

And the case goes on. Uncontacted wind-reading clans are unfortunately destroyed by completely different tribes. Whoever judged the art of using birds to be due to blood muscles took a woman to help me. And killed the others to be alone, and the survivors enslaved them.

The clan could not forgive the clan of wind readings that had missed contact. The remaining family of wind readings dismantled and let what was capable dwell in the city. Sometimes it seemed that those who abused them were unknown and disposed of.

If the Wind Reading clan had survived, there would have been another road more for Lu Sun. There's a way to run the meadows as part of the Wind Reading clan.

My mother and sister said. They didn't teach me how to handle birds, but how can I see bugs? The remaining rural systems were also taught everywhere.

If, when the locust strikes, men of the clan scattered all over the place can move more than anyone else...