Reincarnated as a Villager ~ Strongest Slow-life

Three farmers early in the morning.

“Honey, it’s morning.”

Awaken from the world of fine sleep with your sister’s voice.

I woke up earlier than usual and looked at the ceiling and it seemed to recall some time ago (in my previous life).

I was born ten years early in this world. It was fun to live and I never remembered the past (previous life), but the memories of the previous life were still not faded because I had become accustomed to life, or because I was untrained in the previous life.

Well, either way, we’re not going to be able to go back now, and we’re going to live in this world today.

Get out of the blanket of black wolf fur and make a big stretch.

“It’s unusual for you to sleep. Are you sick?

Looks like the sun was already up and the morning sun was leaking out the window.

“No, wake up sooner than usual, if you’re confused, you’ve fallen asleep twice. Don’t worry, I’m not sick.”

I did two things, sister, to reassure Sapple. Nica laughed and showed it.

She is not beautiful like Okan, but she is a well-made sister and a well-working sister. You’ll be a good daughter-in-law if you keep growing up. Well, it’s too much. My husband must be in trouble.

“What about Ocan?

“I’m already in the field.”

Farmer’s morning is early. Waking up at the same time as the sun rises, taking care of fields and livestock and preparing breakfast and busy – is about other people’s houses. We only have fields and livestock for our own consumption, and our main product is fruit trees. I profit from shipping dried persimmon-like things that I say Ramno brought from the mountains.

I don’t have that much work now that I’m spring ahead. Or enough to give or prune fertilizer. I’m just letting it fruit as nature.

Yet it was customary to get up early and work because she was the daughter of a farmer of the right origins, and for the good of the world.

Even though my house is outside the village, there are streets nearby, in the middle of a round mountain from the settlement, so I didn’t know what to say. I can’t stop being jealous and splitting the village eight times.

“What about Tota?

“I woke up and went to the mountains.”

Tota and I are the youngest brother and five years old. This is Yancha, our meat catcher who admires adventurers.

“Have you been there yet?

Speaking of five, if you can move, it’s this world, no, it’s common sense in this era to work. It’s a good sight to be a field grasshopper at the age of three, and it’s not uncommon to be a slave to draw water from the river from morning to evening, he said.

“Because you give me a new knife. Tota, I’m sleeping with a knife.”

When I was digging in the back mountain, something silver came out, so I made a knife to try it out and I couldn’t help but give it to Tota. I’m glad it conveyed some magic.

“Well, say you’re five years old. Tota’s a man, too, Soyu Monza.”

I also slept with a transforming belt that my parents bought me back in the day.

“Well. Suppose you’re still working well today”