Of the settlement by the woods, early in the morning.
I wake up with the sunrise and then immediately get to work in the morning.
If the job content is incorrect, but you don't have a job that you've missed, it's time to clean up after the evening.
In an iron pan, throw in the dishes and cookware used, cloths soiled with fat, etc., and wash them thoroughly in the water field.
Why don't you clean it up during last night? This is because, although cut open human territory, there is little risk of encountering dangerous wildlife at night.
Vigilant Giva and others rarely show up, but if they starve, they also come down to people. Break through the territory of the forestside settlement and attack the fields of Genos, which stretch out to the west.
Aside from Giva, Mundt, known as Rotten Clams, Giant Rat Geez, and all kinds of vipers and poisonous lizards are said to be particularly dangerous. There is no such thing as a large carnivore that preys on humans, but if they are bitten by those vermin, they will get a serious disease that is difficult to heal.
As such, the cleaning of cookware takes place in the morning.
The location is the closest water field to every dwelling.
Close to the house of Ai-Fa was a small tributary of the river of Rant, in which place it was ten minutes' walk.
It's a tiny stream of water flowing through the rocks. Rather than tributaries, it is like rocky fresh water.
So wash the pans and dishes.
Tools are substitutes like tawa, dried and hardened giva fur.
The pan and dishes are fat and girth, but when rubbed with short, pruned fur, the guide becomes very clean.
Wash greased cloths at that time.
When I have time to loosen up, that's when I finish washing my clothes.
Also, when the water in the water bottle is running low, it is replenished as well.
Both iron pans and water bottles are heavy, so when carrying them, use a tool called a "pull plate".
It is a tool for transport, with fur stranded behind a large plate and coated with solidified fat. Using strings made of braided dried cranberries, they fasten their luggage on the board, put a handrail made of similar materials on their shoulders, and when they drift, they pull.
I think the friction coefficient is reduced by applying fat, which probably wipes away about half the weight, but water bottles and the like weigh about 100 kg when water is poured up to full tank, which is why it is so tight.
But the people of the other houses that we sometimes encounter on the water farm were not left but women.
Most older women have a more solid physique than I do, but some of them have old women and young women.
Even those girls didn't look so hard to pull a pull plate. You may affirm that you are the one who looks the most annoyed.
"You're a perfectly powerless man," is, of course, the word of my mistress, who is to be revered. Damn.
By the way, it is this morning's water field that faces the people of the other houses the closest, but as expected, none of the humans tried to come by Ai-Fa.
Some women just say hello sometimes, but they don't ask for any more interaction, and they don't ask for it from here.
This is what buys the wrath of the Sung family, the chieftaincy of the people by the forest.
And I think there is certainly a harm in how suspicious the appearance of a raw white man in white cooking clothes, t-shirts, etc. that would not exist in this world has allowed him to turn a blind eye.
Because when a man with such a different style urochos by the ai-fa, he says, "Who is that?" No one asks, and they all just look away, and they don't even try to look at me.
For the record, what such a bunch of them are wearing is clothing in beautiful fabrics similar to the eye-fa.
Chic shades dominated by deep greens and reddish browns, but very ethnical and fashionable with a whirlpool pattern that intricately teases those colors, even as they go into the woods.
Married women loosely wrap around a large piece of fabric to hide them from the chest to the knee area.
Unmarried women hide only around their chest and hips, just like Ey-Fa.
Of course, there is no such thing as a bunch of women weaving fur capes or hanging huge knife barbarities, and I only carried a knife with me except for Ai-Fa herself, when I headed to the woods.
If that's about it, not many women carry it with them. Even if you don't have a job hunting giva, picking vanilla or cutting spreading grass would be highly versatile.
So, the humans in the settlement by the woods, they all had brown skin after all. The color of the hair and eyes is not the same, but pale brown hair and blue eyes seem to be the best standard.
Dark hair, red hair, golden brown hair like Eye = Fa are also fairly visible, and I'm not sure because they don't get very close to me, but I think some women had black eyes and eyelids.
It's just that not a single yellow race like me existed.
Whatever it is, when you are done working at the water plant, the next step is to work indoors.
As for routine, knife care.
Check the state of the blade tip and pattern, and repair if necessary. The grinding stone of this world was a black glowing stone as bitter as an obsidian stone.
When you're done, check the food container for ingredients.
It also checks the condition of arias and poitans, but most importantly, it is still Giva's meat.
Stir the Pico leaves in place while making sure the meat is not damaged. They say that if the meat is soaked, the moisture in it gradually moves to the Pico leaves, so if it is not stirred once a day, the Pico leaves that smoke too much water will lose their preservative and sterilizing properties.
In doing so, I cut the necessary portion from the dried meat, which is buried in the same way as the raw meat, and finally breakfast.
Bite the meat like nigga and rubber and head into the woods.
The purpose is to collect firewood and vanilla, as well as running water.
By then the sun has already risen to about the halfway point between dawn and midheaven.
In other words, that morning, when I first welcomed him to Ai-Fa's house, Ai-Fa did the chores by herself before dawn, getting ready to leave for the woods early in the morning, and then beat me to sleep.
Yet I am very ashamed of ourselves for falling asleep, for what was to be an outrageous act.
Once again I apologized for that lapse, he kicked me in the leg, about three times. It hurt so much.
Whatever it is, we're going to the woods.
First of all, go downstream of the rant, go water.
running water,.
Um, the corrugated attacks by Serpent Madarama and Giva left a strong trauma in my mind, but my dear mistress just gave a cold gaze to the weak otherworlders that "I rarely get into such a situation".
But surely, the serpent of Madarama was a natural enemy to Gibba, and because of his reign in the mountains, Gibba chose the woodland at the foot of the mountain as his castle. If Madarama seemed to show up a little to the woods, Gibba would have fled more elsewhere, or reduced that number more.
So it must have been an irregular thing for Madarama to come down to the foot of the mountain. I'm sure he slipped his legs or scales all over the mountains and fell into the river, and it just kept flowing. Totally annoying snake.
Armed with theory that way, I was finally able to enjoy going to the water.
With an average temperature of around 30°C, the water flow feels really good.
There was no morning bath habit or anything, but I didn't need that much time until this water trip became felt like a blissful moment for me.
For the record again, I would like to highlight once and for all that since that first day of happenings, there has been nothing like me offending the contraindications of the people by the woods. Swear to your soul. I would never do that, really.
Once the water is gone, collect the vanilla.
What matters is the Pico leaves.
Pico leaves as preservatives deteriorate when you inhale meat moisture. Even if you stir properly every day, you lose your potency completely in a month or so.
The storage space for meat is 2 m x 2 m x 30 cm. That's why we have to replace all the Pico leaves once a month, so we have to make sure that we have a fair amount from day to day.
Pico slices, meat slices. This is a matter that involves the maintenance of life quite directly, so if it seems that it has been calculated precisely on a daily basis and has not reached the norm, it will take precedence and allow time for the collection of pico leaves.
Once that's done, we'll get to collecting grigi fruit, leaves, etc.
Grigi's fruit is the nut needed to repel harmful insects.
To protect themselves from the poisonous bugs and vipers lurking in the woods, the people by the woods are knitting their fruits into bracelets. I call from my neck because I get in the way of cooking. Also, if we sow it around the house, we can eliminate the risk of being broken through the windows at night, so we regularly collect minutes for it.
Leelo leaves are the vanilla needed to make dried meat.
This is not used in as large quantities as the Pico leaves, but is nevertheless not inferior to importance.
Incidentally, the fascinating aroma of Ai-Fa, one of the factors forming it, was its vanilla reelo. Even though it is a sober, calming, elegant fragrance that may be used for aromatherapy, it also harmonises with the violent smell of meat and fat. What a wonderful vanilla.
However, I have not told Ai-Fa to that effect. Probably because they just kick me in the leg.
Once we're done collecting them, we'll be collecting firewood for the last time.
The firewood will be luggage, so it is the last thing behind it.
Pick up the fallen branches that are qualified enough for firewood and bundle them with native grass in their heap. If the desired amount is not gathered, it will be brought back with young trees and dried at home.
It also rains like a scowl a few times a day on this land.
Since this is already an unpredictable natural phenomenon, it is not uncommon for firewood collected to become soaked. So don't be shy, gather the bangs. We need a reopening spirit that when wet, it is wet and just dried and dried.
Also, my cooking method will use more fire than usual, so collecting firewood is another important project.
Most of all - in the work we do, there is no such thing as an unimportant project, because again, it is certain.
Pico's leaf harvesting, he said, is important, but it is also a matter of priority, and if we do not complete all of the paths, we will no longer be able to live.
Washing dishes, pumping water, sharpening swords, managing food, collecting vanilla, collecting firewood, hunting giva, it's all about living.
No matter which one you save, life doesn't make it.
To live, to work.
I can work amazingly for a day and finally live with it.
I guess I never focused on the act of "improving the quality of my diet" or anything else because I'm a forest folk engaged in such a life.
Meat, aria and poitains can be eaten if simmered.
No further process is necessary.
To live, eat.
Like any other job, it's a "means" to life.
There is no such thing as entertainment.
"Taste" doesn't matter.
Eat or die. So eat. Nothing more or less.
That, as an animal, may in some ways be the right figure.
Neither the giva pot made by Ai-Fa nor the giva soup made by me will make a difference in nutritional value.
Then maybe it's better to be able to make it in a short time and without hassle, which is the right thing to do in this world.
But I'm a different person.
I'm a Gentile, from a world that knows the pleasures of "food".
Then I'll have to go through my routine.
My struggle in this other world had just begun.