Chapter twenty two

“Wow! If you think the paper problem has been solved, the next thing is ink! What should I do?”

¡I don’t sell well-known ballpoint pens, mechanical pencils, pencils, fountain pens, or even ink or ink.

If I could use ink freely, I could write with a sharp tree, but the ink was too expensive to get.

I can’t calculate the price of ink if I know the price of a single brush but don’t know how much the special salary will be during the budgeting period.

How about working for three years?

If you think about the process of getting, picking up, getting, stealing, making, etc …, you end up making it.

As expected, I can’t steal from the hotel room …

It seems that not only books but also ink must be handmade. But how can ink be made? I know pigments and dry oils, but where do you get the pigments and dry oils you can get here?

“Is it better to catch” octopus “or” squid “? Where is the sea?”

¡Lutz turned around as he screamed unconsciously while grabbing a wooden letter.

“What is it suddenly?”

“Lutz, what do you think the ink here is made of ?! How do you think I can make it?”

As you can see, it is not realistic to travel in search of the sea and catch octopus and squid. However, I don’t know if I can make ink or ink with things around me.

“What is ink, in the first place?”

“Well, it’s a black liquid for writing on these boards …”

It is difficult to explain to people who do not usually see it. Lutz said, twisting his neck as he thought of it.

“A black thing? If it’s okay to get dirty, can’t it be done with ash or straw?”

“That’s good! Let’s try it!”

煤 If it is ash or ash, it will burn the firewood, and it will be at home. Even today it is made. It must be available immediately.

When I got home, I immediately asked my mother.

“Mom, can I use this ash?”

“No, no”

Refused with immediate answer.

“Why? Why?”

“Ashes make soap, melt snow, use for dyeing, sell to farmers, do you have any use? Don’t take it as you like.”

Speaking of that, I was helped to sow ash in the early spring, and I didn’t understand why I sown the ash in the mood of Mr. Hana, but was it to melt the snow? I knew it now.

ash is important because it was used in large quantities when making soap.

It seems difficult to get ash that can be sold, but is there another way to use it?

“Well, my mom, what should I do?”

When I presented the second plan, my mother frowned a little and then laughed and admitted for some reason.

“I don’t know what I want to do, but it’s fine if I’m jealous”

“It was good”

“Mine is cleaning the inside of the cage? If you clean the chimney, you’ll gather more?”

“Wow!? … Ah, yeah … I wonder if it will be”

¡I was pushed by my smiling mother, and I had to clean my chimney and chimney. It wasn’t supposed to be like this, but it would be unavoidable if you wanted to get a bag.

«When I picked up a cleaning tool to get rid of my spirits, my mother who changed my blood stopped me.

“Wait a minute, Mine! Are you going to clean with that clothes?”

“… Eh? No?”

«I’m already dirty and I don’t know what the problem is with cleaning with tattered clothes.

My mother brought a sewing box and a rag before me leaning down.

“I’ll make it right away, please wait”

My mother is in a good mood, and she quickly creates clothes with a rag tied together.

Clothed into cloth cloth, so that the hair is not soiled even if it is called NG.

Wow, I can’t do it without thinking that it’s Cinderella’s cosplay.

First, ash was scraped from the bowl. After that, I put my head inside and clean up and collect the stick that was stuck. It may have been saved for the first time with a small body.

¡I couldn’t resist my mother’s smile, but I also cleaned my chimney and collected firewood. Black things fall down, the inside becomes beautiful, and the traps that I wanted accumulate.

When I started doing it, it was surprisingly fun and it seemed I was too crazy. The next day, I fell fever and fell down.

Myself was covered with drowning and fell down, but I managed to recover it. My physical condition has recovered.

Today, I want to be able to write this font somehow.

“What do you do, Mine?”

“Is it water first?”

The first thing I came up with was to try to dissolve in water.

I feel like a black ink. somehow.

A little bit of river water was put in a wooden bowl and swirled around a piece of wood with firewood. The salmon floats in the water and does not melt well.

“What is this?”

“How about writing for now?”

Talking to Lutz, I struck a stick with a pointed tip instead of a pen and tried to write “1” to represent the number of pages on the tree.

However, there are more people who stick to the stick than they can write on the board, and the characters that can be written are thin and difficult to read.

“It’s no good. Failure”

“What do you do next?”

“Well, I think that the theory of ink making is to try dissolving in oil …”

I can’t ask my mother for this.

Because vegetable oil is used by both eaters and simple chan chan, it’s always lacking in our home.

And since animal oil is used for candles and soaps, I didn’t think it would be easy. Maybe rejected as easily as ash.

“Because you use oil. Can you get it?”

“Yeah, it’s impossible. I wonder if there is anything else …”

Investigate hints and come up with the writing instruments used in Japan one after another.

“Oh, the“ paint ”of“ Japanese painting ”is sure,” glue ( Nika 19459077] was used … but it was impossible because the fire could not be used. “

The use of glue will be an option in the future, but it is not ready at this point.

If glue can be used, paint-like objects can be made from natural materials. I have to wait for myself to grow up.

“Oh, Mine, are you okay? Come home”

Lutz’s flapping hands in front of his eyes can be seen at the edge of his consciousness, but it is not yet possible to return.

“Well, it doesn’t have to be liquid.” Crayons “or” Chalks “or” Pencils “… Yes, clay! Let’s mix with clay!”

“Huh?”

“Surely, I feel like the pencil lead is a mixture of graphite and clay. Isn’t it a” comte “? Well, it’s not” graphite “, but somehow, It may be!]

Mix clay and straw, roll and thin and dry. If this hardens, you may be able to write.

“Lutz, did you dug that clay when you made” Clayboard “?”

“Even if I didn’t bother digging, it would have been around that stone that I couldn’t use up and left alone”

As Lutz said, the clay was a small mountain.

From there, take a little clay and knead the koji. The image is the core of a coupy or pencil. If it doesn’t become black when touched, it won’t be a usable color.

Scrolling the pencil down thinly while making your hand and the stone used instead of the stand black. And it was divided into pencil lengths.

It is a success if it dries and hardens.

Washing limbs with river water doesn’t clean much. I must use soap when I get home.

However, if this persistent dirt, I feel like I can write on the board.

“How much should I dry?”

“Wow?”

“Let’s bake it all?”

“It’s better not to do anything extra, and it will explode”

“Wow”

Standing for several days and drying, it gradually solidified.

Wrap a rag around a pencil and make a place to keep your hands clean. After that, I sharpened the tip with a knife and sharpened it.

I was able to write!

It’s a bit messy, but I can write it.

It is an ancient recording medium rather than a book, but it is a success.

“Yes! I’ve written, Lutz!”

“Oh, I did it”

I was able to create writing utensils and started to increase the number of wooden letters.

Since the material can be secured following picking up the kite, it can be increased considerably easily. The biggest attraction is that you can gradually increase your own power.

‘It’s bulky, so if you increase it, you will have trouble placing it. It is patience until I become an adult and stand alone.

I was generally satisfied with the completed Kikan, but one day suddenly disappeared.

When I come back from the forest, it’s not in the place where I left it.

“No !? No, isn’t that?”

“What’s wrong, mine?”

When I was looking for a wooden letter that might have been moved somewhere, my mother showed up in the storeroom.

“Mom, don’t you know” Kikan “that was here?”

“Moccan? Well, what?”

I explain as much as possible to the mother who leans my head about the wooden letter I made.

“Well, it’s thin and thick, so it’s a different size, but it’s a tree that has its surface cut and written …”

“Oh, did Mine pick it up? Did you use it?”

“Huh? Did you use it? Why?”

My head turned white in an instant.

“Mine who has finally been able to help, is the one that has been picked up hard in the forest. I think I should use it properly”

“But the frogs are piled up over here? Why are you going to use them all the time?”

“Oh, if you want me to talk before you go to bed, I’ll do it again”

Mine was a spoiled boy, laughing happily and stroking her head.

“I don’t mean that …”

Nothing remains. Seeing the space where there was a tree, all the energy is lost.

Kikan is no use no matter how hard you try. Also burned. With that in mind, I wasn’t motivated to do anything anymore.

The moment the power was lost from the body, the amount of heat that had been suppressed in the body had ramped up. The limbs are numb and the body cannot move with the sensation of shortening the time to generate heat from excitement and fatigue.

“What is this …?”

I suddenly fell down without knowing what was going on inside me, and was suddenly feverish.

It seems that I am gradually swallowed by the heat that circulates around me, and my consciousness fluctuates. It feels like I’m gradually lost by the heat.

It was not until this state that I realized that the real Mine might have been swallowed by this heat.

も な く There is no energy to resist, and while I am swallowed little by little, my family sometimes looks into me with a worry.

‘Lutz ’s face was visible for some reason.

… Why is Lutz? …

When I tried to focus on Lutz, the consciousness that was about to be swallowed came up softly.

Investing further in the vicinity of the temple, trying to look closely, did not float gently, but Lutz entered the field of vision properly with his will.

“Mine?”

“… Lutz?”

“Aunt! Mine woke up!”

Mother jumps into Lutz’s voice.

“Mine. I suddenly fell down and worried because my consciousness did not return at all.”

“Yeah, sometimes I saw my face. I’m sorry for worrying …. Mom. My throat is tingling. And it’s so sticky that I want to wipe my body. Do you bring water?”

“Yes, I’ll bring it right away”

When I saw my mother return, she clenched Lutz’s hand. I still can’t raise my head while lying down.

“… Lutz, again no good. My mother burned the wood,”

“Ah …. Well, I can only see a piece of wood with a strange pattern.”

“I made it and put it on purpose …”

Already.

My book is destined to never be completed.

When I exhaled, the heat in my body gained momentum. I shake my head and shake it away as my consciousness is about to sink.

“I feel so depressed. Then, should I make the material unburned?”

木製 Because it is wooden, it will be trapped. If so, you can make it a non-burnable material.

I found a light in Lutz’s words.

This is not the case when heat is being emitted. I have to think about something good.

When I put power on my whole body, I felt that the heat in my body was getting smaller as it gathered towards the center.

“… What do you think will make it burned?”

Even if I think about it, I can’t think of any material that won’t burn. Perhaps because of heat, my head is dim, or I don’t know much about the materials that can be taken around here.

“Well, here, bamboo, tokasa”

“Oh … Lutz, genius”

Bamboo will explode when burned, so it won’t be burned so easily.

Hope has arisen. Then, for some reason, the heat becomes a little smaller and breathing becomes easier.

“What are you talking about?”

Mother came in with a bowl of water.

Look at Lutz and laugh small.

“A secret to my mother”

“I’ll pick it up, so be absolutely fine”

“Thank you, Lutz. You’re kind.”

“This is because I want Otto to introduce me! Because I’m paying in advance, Mine should never get well!”

Lutz said so and jumped out, and I wiped my body with the water my mother brought.

This fever is strange.

A fever that suddenly strikes me from inside my body and slowly engulfes my consciousness is not a disease I know. I don’t know the heat that suddenly spreads or gets smaller when I concentrate.

What is this fever that is still moving in my body?

When I was just here, it was normal to have a fever, so I didn’t think so funny.

However, recently I have become able to move with a little physical training, so the weirdness has become clear. What illness is this body?

However, it is not wealthy enough to be seen by doctors in this world, and there should be no books like illnesses at home, so it will not be possible to investigate immediately.

…… If you want to focus and reduce your consciousness, it will get smaller and you will see it for a while.

In the evening of two days, thinking about how to deal with heat, Rutz really brought the bamboo to the right size to make it easy. The skin of the surface has also been scraped off and is ready for writing.

“Never touch it until the heat goes down. Okay? If I break this promise, I won’t help anymore.”

“Yeah, thank you, Lutz”

I held it in my hand and asked my mother to put it in the storeroom.

I still can’t get out of bed, but when the heat is completely down, I write letters on it and complete it.

First of all, I need to get well.

While holding the bamboo that Lutz brought, finally the cocoon descends. When consciousness breaks down to sleep like this, Daddy Papan! A tremendous sound echoed.

“Cheer !?”

“What, what? What happened?”

Papan from the kitchen! Papapan! The sound that something explodes intermittently continues.

My mother who pulled her face jumped into the bedroom.

“Mine! What did Rutz bring !?”

“… Bamboo, but?”

“Wow! Confusing! Didn’t you collect salmon instead of Mine !?”

I understood the cause of the plosive in my mother’s words. It seems to have baked bamboo as firewood. I feel that it is exploding much faster than the bamboo I know, but is it a world difference?

“Maybe it was mistaken for a spear because the surface was shaved?… Huh? Is wood and bamboo something you can’t even see?”

“Bamboo and honey tree are similar in fiber?”

“I don’t know because I’ve never seen that tree …”

I don’t know if I can raise my name. At least when I went to the forest, I never saw bamboo or similar trees.

“What are you talking about? The tree that Turi used to make firewood in winter handicraft. Mine wasn’t making firewood too.”

“Oh, I remembered. Certainly it would be confusing to peel off the skin.”

I know because I saw Turi preparing for handwork. When it was peeled, it looked like a normal tree, but when peeled it looked like a bamboo.

“Anyway, because it’s dangerous, don’t bring bamboo into the house. Do you understand?”

“… Hai”

Bamboo is also prohibited.

Yeah, I felt like this since the bamboo exploded.

Sorry for the hard work, but I’m sorry, Lutz.