Reborn Ishl and the Magic Fixture of God

Is it because, at autumn harvest, it was in a period of stability, Roussi not only took part in chores, but also in agricultural work carried out jointly in the village, such as the pruning of wheat and the shedding of cereals?

Els also took less time off, went out hunting a lot with Paulo, went to help the house where he lived, and started bringing home more fermented dairy products like meat, milk, and cheese than before. I guess you want Lucy to get well nourished.

Ishur was also three years old when he helped clean up after meals, carried firewood, and was still in a state where he seemed to be half way out of the way, but still worked hard to reduce the burden on Lucy a little bit.

The wheat harvest was also an abundance this fall. If the harvest never decreases due to drought, etc., "abundance" would be the norm. There is also no sanjuku system. Unknown, I guess I don't need to do it in the first place.

Else took his legs tied with a string, about three chickens still feeling wild like mountain birds, which he keeps behind his home when he heads to Ceuta to deliver wheat, whether the child to be born needs gold.

Over the winter, in the spring, Luci gave birth safely. It was a boy.

The midwife lived near Ishur's house, and her grandmother, Melillah's grandmother, followed her. It seems that no one in the village specializes in midwifery in particular.

The boy born, Ishur's brother, was named Lucell.

After the birth, as early as the next day, Luci moved away from the floor and began to do her chores while holding Lucell. Ishur showed me a baby wrapped in cloth when he gave up, but his feelings were half joyful and complicated. Because in my previous life, I couldn't help but remember his children.

Nothing happened. The year went down, and the new year dawned, and Lucell didn't get a single sickness, and grew up slowly and peacefully, and the time passed.

By the end of the fall, when Ishur was four years old, he had a certain determination on his chest and headed to the Bersch family alone.

To see his great-uncle, Faro.

To ask for letters to be taught to read and write.

He wanted to learn to read and write as soon as possible. At the age of four, I asked my parents quickly that it would not seem strange to ask them to learn to read and write, but they both suggested that they could finally read and write letters with their own names, and that Faro of the Bersch family or Ektor, who is the current owner, could read and write difficult texts well, and could teach Ishl.

The Bersch family, who were originally junior aristocrats, would also have some sort of book or textbook tatter. Now that the fall festival was over and the peasant season was over, Ektor, the Lord, thought that even if he was busy, Faro, the hermit, might give Ishur some time.

Neither Else nor Luci had to learn to read or write separately, or help with the house more than that, to disprove Ishl's will. I guess it wasn't strange to say one day that my curious and seemingly smart son, who has shown interest in anything since he was a little girl and asks a lot of questions, wants to learn to read and write letters.

I have been to the Bersch family many times before, but today, unlike usual, Ishl was a little nervous.

My parents may well tell me that you don't need to learn to read and write, etc. Then it could be a hassle. Because there's probably no one else in the village who can teach me to read and write.

Take the usual path to the centre of the village with the stumps. The way a four-year-old goes down a path in a field by himself will look fine from the edge.

The trees that cover the House of Bersch are red and leafy. In late autumn, but in Jomtien, the yang was still powerful, and the pointed roof of a small tower visible among the trees glowed.

Upon entering the premises of the hall, several children were playing in the corner of the square. Melilla and Isaac are also there. They all bend over with their heads and draw something on the ground with stones and tree branches.

When Ishur and Melilla were also four years old, a little older along with Isaac was playing with the children up there more often.

I noticed Ishur entering the premises of the hall where Melilla was looking for him, and he ran over with a smile on his face.

"Ishur! Play with me"

Isaac came too.

"Right now, we were all painting a round-baked picture of the pig that came out at this previous festival. Hey, was that you? You want to draw too?

By the way... well the whole pork grill was an amazing treat indeed.

"Later. I'm here to see Grandpa Farro."

That said, both Melillah and Isaac looked surprised for a moment. It's certainly not mundane for a four-year-old to go see a village elder in person.

I'll leave you two and walk to my mother's house. Then Isaac came after me and called me from the side.

"You want to see Grandpa?

"Yeah."

"Why?"

"I was hoping you could teach me how to read and write"

"Yes!?

Neither Isaac, who walked with him beside him when he honestly thought he didn't need to hide anything in particular, nor Melilla, who was behind him, looked really surprised this time.

Coming to the front door of his mother's house, Isaac suddenly circled in front of Ishur from behind, calling out to him, "Grandpa, I'll call you," and opened the door, which looked heavy, alone, and went inside first.

Ishur goes on inside, too. I might have started walking into this house through the front door.

Once inside, the ceiling was blown out, with a staircase going upstairs in the back, like a small hall. It was said to be a typical pattern common in large houses, no different from the previous world. I have plenty of vision.

It feels dark inside because it suddenly went indoors from the bright outside. I smelled old cloths and trees, not in my own house, which is just a farmer.

When my eyes were used to the darkness inside, Faro appeared with Isaac from the back. He was wearing sandals on simple hemp clothes of production and a shawl-like cloth on his left shoulder.

Faro glanced at Melilla, who was behind Isaac and Ishur,

"You guys play outside," he said.

They didn't say anything and disappeared early enough.

"Ishur? Long time no see. Grown up."

Farro came right in front of me and looked down and said. You look a little scary. There is no reason why Isaac and the others should have gone outside. It wasn't a face to show small children.

"You want to learn letters"

"Yeah."

I nod as I look up at Farro without cowardice.

The contents are past forty if they include the minutes since reincarnation. I don't feel the same adult scare that children just feel.

Farro stared at this one and said "Follow me" when he slightly broke his expression and went into the back. Shut up and follow behind him.

On the right side of the hall, in the back, a long hallway followed, turning left on the poking hit, it remained in the room, with rare vine chairs, etc., and in the back a room like his study.

It was a room where something like a tapestry embroidered with some fine pattern was put on the wall, a bunch of rolled paper and flat spelled books in one corner, a wooden desk, shelves decorated with silverware and a study of educated people who came to this world and started and saw it, you could call it.

I felt like I missed something. It has the same atmosphere as my maternal grandfather's study, which I visited several times during my lifetime. My grandfather liked Japanese songs, and the study was filled with heavy books such as the entire collection of Manba and old botanical drawings, decorated with paintings and poems.

Farro went to a painting in the corner of that room, with books piled up in chaos, and turned his back and fished the books for a while and gave him a book called "This is it". It was an old book with a fabric cover that was sewn with yarn or applied something like parchment and repaired everywhere.

Affordable size for children, not so thick.

"Look inside," they said, turning the cover, it said something, I don't know if it was a wooden version, but there was obviously a middle cover engraved in typeface, and when I turned it, like the preamble. This was also a typewritten text, and there were about thirty letters lined up like alphabets. Letters that had been carved on the stone tablet next to the village well could also be found in it.

"That's not the letter. Multiple combinations of the letters into sentences. You know?"

Farro asked.

"Yeah. Somehow."

I also wonder if it would be a good idea to show a lot of comprehension.

"Ugh," Farro nods like he was impressed.

Then turning the page, the sun was drawn on the opening, the mountains and the sea were drawn, and the pages appeared dressed men and women like cities and villages, trees and grasses, and peasants.

The painting felt like it simplified the old European copper prints a bit, a lot decolored but easily colored.

Probably show their names to each of them, with letters written on them.

Farro says nothing.

Then I turned, and now I saw it in that temple, a painting of the gods appeared.

"We've seen this before. You're not the god who sent me into the temple."

I nodded and showed it, and then turned, and now paintings of kings and queens, nobles, monks, knights, etc.

And a hook-nosed old man in a black robe in the right corner of the page. I have a big cane.

"Wizard..."

Unexpectedly voiced.

"Well. Don't get to know me well. Exactly."

When I looked up, Faro was staring at me.