Reincarnated as a Villager ~ Strongest Slow-life

11 It’s Fun Because You’re Alive.

“Then you guys, trial and error……… think for yourselves and try and see a lot. I’m just gonna get to work.”

That hardship will feed the future, so worry about it.

Yeah, yeah, I roared, that’s what I told the two of them waving their arms off the spot.

Well, just in case I tied the line, I wouldn’t be harming the area, and I tied the line of cover, so I can’t see it from the village. It’ll be okay to leave me alone for a while.

We headed to the livestock shed and pulled out the carriage from inside.

A common size carriage with a carrier about the size of a tatami triple, but not a wooden wheel but a wheel with a neck but dozens of wraps of sea dragon leather, thickened about the tires of an automobile.

The vehicle body is also low, and the passenger table is not bench-type, but seat-type for one person. Of course, I made it.

Lower body provides more stability than a common carriage, and less vibration thanks to the bumpy leather. Smaller turns too. Well, it’s a delicacy I’m proud of.

It’s a fine body to have five tons of stuff, so I can gently pull it even if it’s a carriage close to two hundred kilometers. Yeah, I really appreciate being born in a good place with good abilities.

Place in front of a firewood loaded place and load the carriage with dry firewood in good condition.

He who can fire by magic is also commonplace in the d countryside (mostly an aunt who does chores), but there is no one who can fire sustainably (apart from sapphires). So nature and fuel become firewood.

That said, no matter how much de country there are trees growing enough to get firewood from around there. The main industries in our village are wheat and fish dried. And that’s the tax. Naturally, not everyone in the village makes wheat or dried food. Bakery only grocery store. They live in the mountains like we do. They can’t make wheat or dried food. They’re in the place. So bakeries, grocery stores, etc. are in gold. They who live in the mountains deliver firewood and charcoal to the village and exchange it for vegetables and meat for bread.

Of course, it’s not easy for them to live in the mountains enough to do just that. I really have to buy clothes, agricultural tools and pans, and the years of inactivity are substituted with firewood and charcoal. When that happens, we’ll have to go to the back of the mountain and cut it. Even trees aren’t infinite, and they’re cut to their liking. We try to cut it in as safe a place as possible (because there are demons and beasts), in a well-planned way.

So daily internal work is indispensable. Well, it makes a difference at home, but they make cheese out of goat’s milk, they pick up medicinal herbs, they make bamboo cages and backpacks, they do whatever they can.

We do everything we can. I make anything I can make. Whether it’s a house or a carriage.

That said, not everyone can do that. I’m not good at getting it. So the people who live in the mountains help each other. Of course, the lazy guy gets eight minutes in the village, but the weak spot of work really comes out. When you say that, other houses make it up to you.

Sure, there are times when I think that neighborhood dating is mostly kusai. There are times when he feels unreasonable that he’s not working even though he’s trying. I’m a human being, and I can’t have a heart like a bodhisattva. But if we’re gonna live here, we need help. Something strong isn’t always strong. One day there will always be a time when I will be weak. Creating trust for that time. More importantly, people with unruly powers like me are easy to buy jealousy and jealousy, and if you make a mistake, they treat you like a monster. The village is gone for eight minutes.

More firewood than others in order not to. If the meat is caught in large quantities, hem it. I will definitely be at the coronation. But it is strictly forbidden to come out weak or fragrant. That’s why I go out strong and arrogant, and so on.

Well, I don’t have the right answer for saying this, but I’ll sell you as much as I can. Show me where I can count on you. Sometimes I do stupid things.

Living in the country is difficult, but I have a feeling that I live dozens of times more than I used to (in my previous life) when I didn’t have connections to people.

If I had thought about that, there would have been enough firewood to overflow from the carriage.

“Oh, come on.”

Happy hemming. If you’re not unhappy with me, you can’t hurt yourself. Yeah.