Reincarnated as a Villager ~ Strongest Slow-life

18 Do you still work well in the afternoon

Lunch is over, and time flies.

It’s not like there’s a rule for an hour of lunch break, but we’re mostly going to take an hour off.

We’re not disturbed or dissatisfied, we pride ourselves on being with the village’s closest family, but we’re not filled with laughter and chatter anytime, anywhere.

If I lived in a small world (village), I would talk about the weather and work. There’s no way I can talk about it for an hour, and I don’t like it when people ask me.

Well, there’s nothing at all to talk about – I mean, I’m so stuck in my head that there’s nothing missing on the subject, but when I talk about it, I eat sapphires and totas and I don’t get to work.

So rest after lunch. Well, if you need me, it’s a light enough home rule.

“Honey, can I go help Yap in the afternoon?

Sapple asked while cleaning up.

“I don’t care, Yap, did something happen?

Three yaps (three hundred meters apart, but immediate neighborhood in the sense of country) are boys the same age as Sappur.

My old man cut a tree in the mountains, just like ours. Ocan takes care of the fields and livestock. My uncle doesn’t make branches cages. Ahead of Yap, the three men and two women are the help of the house and, well, the family that lives in the average mountain.

“Auntie, it’s time for you to have a baby, so Auntie Nee wants you to help her.”

Well, it’s a long country night without entertainment. Every day – I don’t know if, but it’s pretty hot and exciting from the girls talk.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

Ocan hit me halfway through the words. Plus, with firewood.

“Okan, what the hell!

I don’t have a hobby for being beaten with firewood, not to mention a sturdy body.

“Don’t blow weird things into you two. Damn, where are you going to get wisdom?”

Whoa. I forgot I was ten.

There’s no such thing as sex education because there’s no school, but there’s a tradition that someone who’s experienced it teaches it downstairs. This is a tradition of village society, irrespective of gender.

Well, it’s a tradition, but I’m still ten years old and so-yu talk is taboo. That’s all there is to the Girls Talk about.

“Yes, yes, I’m sorry”

If you saw it from your parents, you’d look like a mashed kid, but the contents are half as good as fifty. I’ve had quite a bit of experience in my fucking life (previous life), and I’m in love with one or two. It is inferior to adolescence such as this de country sex situation – but the new life is the right world to live with a new feeling as much as possible.

“Well. Would you even be ready to go out? Ah, Tota. Don’t ask for confirmation of the goblins. Saple, I don’t think so, but in case you come into the village, I’m sure Todome will stab you.”

Although I haven’t had an aversion to killing demons on a sapphire who has been hogging wolves since I was little (no, I still do), my experience with battles is lower than Tota’s. So when you kill, you educate them to kill with the momentum to kill twice.

“Okay.”

So will you work well in the afternoon?