90 • The eldest sister, youngest brother and boarding town (below)

With unanswered difficulties at the bottom of my heart, I still have to do my job.

First we went to an old man's exchange where we laughed like toads in the example, and we were to switch our fangs and horns for copper coins.

"Oh, my God, is Asta a little bit like that?

"Yeah. Because Aria and Poitan just bought it. And that's enough for now."

I had six red copper coins in my hand.

Because the fangs and horns of an adult giva are three pieces of red in one bottle and two pieces of red in a small giva. He offered two of them as big as he could to raise money for today's army.

"That's amazing. That's a family of thirteen!

The two Lew families had replaced their five givahs with copper coins.

The number of sheets is the same for six but white copper coins worth ten times the value of red copper coins.

"Ugh. This still only feeds me three days..."

"Huh. So you're down in town every three days?

The answer was yes.

Or if we can afford manpower, the three of us will come and buy in five days worth of food.

I see. Since Fa's house only has two families, it was also possible to buy in as much as twenty days worth of food, but when it is as many as six times as many people, is that the limit at best?

Once calculated, even in three days, there were 108 arias and 72 poitanes.

That's a big difference from 20 days in Fa's house, 120 arias and 80 poitans.

"Well, I have to buy my dad's booze, too. What's so good about that!

"I don't have five pieces of red left... what vegetables should I buy today...?

As I also thought when I was Ai-Fa, it is still a fresh feeling to make that I would be interested in consulting the people by the woods about shopping all over town.

Besides, it makes me smile that my oldest sister and youngest brother, who are not very different in height, are having a pleasant conversation. It is also such a smiling combination that it made it even more uncomfortable for the people of the Inn Town to pass by as they turned their gaze of fear and contempt.

(Rud-Lew doesn't even create a noisy vibe like the rest of the men unless he switches it, and he looks so cute if you look closely, I don't think it feels like anything at all)

It was me who was hissing at Rudd-Lou's words and actions at first, but somehow, it got ridiculous to care about that.

Ai-fa is ai-fa, and rud-ru is rud-ru. I also know how attractive they are, and no matter what other people think, it doesn't change my feelings.

I thought I'd stop worrying about people's gaze.

"Then do you want to go see the vegetables? I have a father who runs a store on the north end..."

"Ah! Wait a minute! Weapon shop. Weapon shop! There could be something interesting - let's see!

And Rudd-Lou sends a wave of people and runs to one of the stalls.

Well, not to be exact, but the human waves are pulling off.

"... I'm sorry. I'm fifteen years old, and I'm a child at all... well, you don't want me to tell you that I haven't been married since I was twenty..."

Vina-Lou smiling in that way even felt like, in a way, it was the most fascinating look I've ever seen.

If you feel so happy to be with your family, you don't have to admire the outside world - I suppose.

As he approached the stall with that in mind, Rudd-Lou was raising his "heh" and child-like voice as he grabbed some one blade.

"Is this a pigeon? Looks like some kind of murder weapon."

"... Ha. In battle, you can cut through the woods and march. If you run into enemy troops along the way, I wonder if that's how you get into battle."

My father, with ivory skin, is responding with a slightly tight face.

Although Rudd-Lou called it an "arms dealer" or something. In this Genos, far from the hostile country/northern Mahdra, it is first and foremost unlikely (apparently) that there will be a warlike battle. That's why most of the blades sold there were used in everyday life, such as the axe or the axe or the knife.

"Oh, is this a cooking knife?" And when I spoke, the colour of confusion was added to your father's face.

"Why is this raw white kid dressed in a woodland outfit?" But it's just your face.

"Oh, it's for vegetables."

One was thinner and smaller around than my father's santoku knife, and it still seemed quite a cleavage knife.

I've seen it all the time between Luu and Rutim, but when I look at it at it at the store like this, it makes me feel a lot more fun.

(My father's knife is 20 years old, too. The next time I'm missing a lot, I probably won't be able to use it anymore. If you want to cut meat, this knife I borrowed from Ai-Fa is enough, but you just want a knife for vegetables eventually......)

"... it's five red sheets for four white sheets."

For a moment, my father calls me.

(Hmm. About four gibberishes)

If one day a rich life and things could be achieved, I would like to buy them.

"Thank you. Rud-Lew, is it time to go check on the vegetables?

"Hmm? Wait a minute," Rud-Lew began to leave the stall.

In that hand, with a thick blade of twig gripped.

"Oh, hey, hey!" Regardless of your father, who speaks up, he becomes a benevolent man on business trips.

"Bad! Stay away from me for a second!

And, he shouted up, but no passers-by originally tried to get closer to the woodland men. People looked annoyingly at each other, bypassing Rudd-Lou and walking down the road.

"Asta and Vina, stay away from me, okay?" And if you abandon him - Rudd-Lou shook down his cunt.

He tries to soak up the void even further from the bottom and swings around the void.

It was such a slaughter that the air was likely to burn.

The blade shop's husband is turning bright blue.

The same goes for the people who go on the road.

Some of them accidentally stop and turn as they are.

With such fearful and bewildered glances and other winds blowing where, Rudd-Lou excited even more of a cum and a cum, and that's how he ended up saying, "I like it!," he shouted.

"This is going to smash Giva's head in one shot! Dad, how much is this guy?

"And eight pieces of white."

Even the big fangs and nails are roughly six heads strong. That's quite a price.

Considering Aria and Poitan roughly sixty meals, it can be deduced how affordable those ingredients are.

"Okay! Asta, keep it so the others don't buy it! I'll be right back!

And I pushed that wax in my hand, and Rudd-Lou ran away like the wind.

As in Moses' Ten Commandments, the human waves crack.

"... really kids hey..." Vina-Lou smiled, "but is it something a child can wield a heavy chunk of iron on such an unscrupulous?

The blade tip is slightly curved with a thickness of 1 cm, a width of 10 cm and a thickness of 30 cm. The weight would be in kilograms. Sure, this would - even Giva's skull would be crushed.

(... how can you swing something like this when it's tinier than me)

It is the power of the terrible hunter who makes it.

That's how Rudd-Lou came back to buy the bamboo, waited to lower it to his waist, and finally we were able to head to the vegetable sales outhouse.

Of course, it's Dora's father's shop.

"Hey, there you are!

My father here also made me smile at the appearance of the people by the woods, who are not i-fa, but still welcomed me well.

"Oh, I knew it was here. There aren't many stores that sell Aria and Poitan in bags... please give me 100 Aria and Poitan at a time"

"Aye. Aria has two white sheets, Poitan has two white sheets and five red sheets."

"Is that it? You buy a lot more poitan, don't you?" Rudd-Lou whispered in his ear, "Well, my father and brother Dalm eat a lot," he responded.

Yes, two Poitans for three arias is the "minimum number of people to live healthy" where Ai-Fa says, and the Lew family of men had a lot of Mitsuhei eating Poitans for three or four servings.

"Ho, 100 Aria and Poitan at a time. Check it out."

Friendly sisters and brothers will account for the contents of the bag placed with Dosari.

In the meantime, I've decided to serve my purpose.

"Dora's father. I need to ask you something."

"Oh, hey, what's up?

"Can you even eat this tino raw?

Tino is a rose-like vegetable made of lettuce.

It is about the size of lettuce and slightly closer to cabbage in taste and texture.

"Well, of course you can eat it. I prefer to simmer."

"I see. Does this tarapa also dominate boiling and eating?

Tarapa is a bright red fruit, having a pumpkin-like size and shape.

The contents are also packed tightly like pumpkins, but the sourness is strong, and if simmered and melted, it tastes just like tomatoes.

"Right. Some people eat it raw, but I knew it would be too sour if it wasn't simmered with other vegetables, right? I like to simmer with Aria."

"Aria is sweet, isn't she? Chop the aria into coarse pieces and stir fry, then simmer together, and you'll get even sweeter."

My father curled his eyes curiously.

"Oh, you know a lot about vegetables, don't you?

"No, not at all. Because I don't even know which vegetables I can eat raw.... Oh, by the way, can Aria stay raw too?

"Oh, sure."

"And then... Gigo? Didn't Guigo handle it in this store?

"You don't have a gigo. It doesn't suit our soil.... If you're a Gigo, Grandma Missill and this one is fat, sweet and popular."

"What store is that?

"It's a shop in the middle, between a tannery and a bookstore. Little old lady runs the shop all by herself, so I think you'll see."

"Okay! Thanks!

Maybe I was smiling unconsciously.

That and my relative father also gave me the softest smile ever.

"Oh, the numbers are right. Asta, you're not buying?

"Oh, I was. Father, I'd like two tinos and three tarapas."

"Huh? Maybe three tarapas?

"Yes. I thought I'd use it for the dishes I serve at the store.... Oh, by the way, should I eat Tarapa during the day when it simmers? And if I cut it in half or something, how much of the rest do I have?

"Um, if it simmers, you only have two days at most. If you leave the chopped one alone, you'll lose moisture, but if you add more water to it when you simmer it, it won't change the taste."

"Really! That was so helpful! Thanks!

Both Tarapa and Tino are bulky, so even a total of five bags were bread.

By the way, Tarapa is one and one red. Tino is two and one red.

There are two pieces of military funding left.

And then I bought the gigo and the fruit liquor, and it's over.

"Hmmm... I wonder what we'll do... I'll buy Tino again...?

"Tino or something, you can't waste it! Let's make it worse."

"... So, Pra?

"I don't need a pra."

"Well, what is it?... I like Tino..."

"Let's make it a chatch, chatch! You were so delicious!

"That one. But if it doesn't simmer long, it won't soften that way......?

Chach is a vegetable with a texture very similar to that of a potato.

The way they've made their giva pan so far, they couldn't even pull off much sweetness because it just boiled on high heat for a short time, with a finish that the guzzled contents were crumby.

"It's okay. If it was the way to make a soup that simmers carefully over the current low heat, I think it would have the same feel to the finish as this previous stew. So, instead of boiling it down, try simmering it out of the water."

As I clasped my mouth, I snapped Vina-Lou's round shoulder in the way Rud-Lou was proud to win.

"Look, Asta said the same thing! It's a chatch, chatch!

"Okay. Wow. If you can make it delicious, I don't have any complaints.... uh, instead of simmering it and then putting it in, you keep it in before you light it?

"Yes."

"Heh heh," Rud-Lew headlocked his sister's neck.

"It hurts," Vina-Lou twirls her body colorfully.

We're really close.

"... that? Chatch, huh? So you're not selling it here?

"Cha, if you're a chatch, I'm selling it at Grandma Missil's," his father said, comparing Rudd-Lou and Vina-Lou in an up-and-coming manner.

"Oh, you guys, you're different, aren't you? I've never seen a forest folk pick vegetables like that before."

"Hmm? I hate pras and stuff! Why don't you sell the pra, you sell the chatch too!

"Oh, that's what makes it a tree, so it's hard to grow it from scratch"

"Hmm. You have a lot of vegetables, too."

The Rudd-Loux guys always felt the same way, but the look on your father's face had clearly changed.

I'm surprised.

Confused.

And... are you happy?

Even though you seem to be provoking such a sense of fear towards Rudd-Lou, you still stare at the boy's face like he's here for some reason.

Perhaps I am so happy that the people by the woods state their likes and dislikes of vegetables?

The phrase "there is no delicious or unsavory meal" was outrageous to me.

Maybe this father had the same mood as that.

If you were thinking about that, you'd say from behind, "Ah! Asta, stay with me!" The girl's voice echoed.

It's Tara.

A tiny tara grabbed Kimmus's meat bun in his hand and ran over to us.

And.

Realizing what the Rudd-Lou and the others look like, I get frightened and limp.

"Hmm? What is this chick?

"Ah, it's this father's daughter, it's Tara. Didn't we talk about this before?

"Ah, a hungry ghost who said Asta was helped or helped."

At dinner on the day Camua showed up in Luu's settlement, he was asked for more information on what the hell was going on with Dod-Sung.

Rud-Lew walks over once again under Tara, who has been stiffened by a distance of about three meters.

Hmmm...... it's a slightly nervous sight, like Shepherd or something about to become an adult dog approaching a kitten.

My pathetic father is turning bright blue by letting his incredible expression disappear as far back as just now.

"Chitty! Just about chibi rimi and nagging. How old are you?

"Ha... Ha ha..."

"Are you with Chibi Limi? But it doesn't look so tiny."

Rud-Lew crouched on the spot and compared the girl's face to a meat bun.

"That smells good. Is that delicious?

"... yeah"

"Hmm."

"Ta... Ta Ta?

How dare Tara offer the meat buns she had with both hands, which looked important, to Auntie and Rudd-Lou.

Rud-Lew tilts his little nipple wonderfully.

"Can I eat it?

"One, if one!

"Ahhh. Then I'll have it."

Abandoned, Rudd-Lou ate into a meat bun without even using his hands.

It is a momentum that is likely to devour every finger of Tara.

My father is screaming without a voice.

Rud-Lew stood up as he sipped the meat bun without chewing too much, blushing his yellow-brown hair or anything.

"Oh, my God, it's delicious."

"Oh, yeah?

"It's not delicious. Asta would be much better off cooking rice, right?

"Oh, yeah?

Tara looks back at this one with a grinning, crying face.

I took one breath and then walked over to you.

"Well, because people have their own preferences. I still don't know if it fits everyone's mouth. 'Cause I think I'll be able to open a store around here soon."

"It is! Then feed Tara too!

"It's a store, so we'll pay for it.... but I'd love for Tara and Dad to eat it and let me know what you think."

"Yeah!"

She's a really cute girl.

I don't have an eye-fa, so I can't be seen with weird eyes!

Looking back at me like that, Vina-Lou, who stood up in front of the outdoor shop, was staring at me and Rud-Lou with a serious eye.

A woman's heart is a mystery.

"Well, that's fruit liquor and chatching later. What about Asta?"

"Yeah. I'm done with fruit liquor and gigo, too."

"Ah, Gigo! Sister Vina, I need to buy Gigo too! If it's gone, the baked Poitan won't taste like that, will it?

"It's okay. I bought 10 bottles of fruit liquor, and I don't have five copper coins..."

and when Vina-Lou was about to answer.

The last cast appeared fluttered.

"Hey Asta, as long as I'm happy to see you three days in a row. I wonder if you've finally decided your mind?

It is Kamua-Josh.

Camuer-Josh, who emerged soundless from the gap in the crowd, approached us as he jerked off his long cloak.

"Ask Late, I'm here to find you. I knew it was Dora's dad."

"Yes. My errands are done, but it's good to see you, Camua"

I looked up to Rudd-Lou on the side.

Rudd-Lou was the usual look on his face.

It's just - I'm rhythmically tapping a pattern of tweezers hanging on my hips with my fingertips.

And Vina-Lou approached softly.

Not me, behind Rudd-Lou's back, stopping his leg.

"Oh, these two..."

"Of the house of Lou, Vina-Lou and Lou-Lou. Late told me. I left Late in the lodge because it was bad if I misplaced him."

It is the same, neat look.

Purple eyes like toddlers like old men compare the Rudd-Lou's with pleasure.

"Rud-Ruh and I probably even met once in Ruh's settlement, but let me name it again. A man named Camua-Josh, who makes his" guardian "work to keep travelers safe. I don't have a house for this, but it's a people west of the windmill, who are rooting for lodging towns everywhere."

"Hmm," Rudd-Lou responded seemingly uninterested.

Its fingertips are still tapping on the pattern of the bamboo.

"You don't have Ai-Fa today. Did you call me running errands about the stall?

"That's right. Well, we're going to be able to talk about it somehow, so we'll be back in the process of leaving the store when we decide to dedicate."

"You finally made up your mind. I'm happy for you! If I can eat your food, I'll let you go through it every day."

"I hope we can serve you something as appealing as that."

Now that I've cleared up the stall thing, I don't have any business with this neat old man anymore.

I'll see Rudd-Lou again.

Then Rudd-Lou seemed to feel nothing, he said.

"Camua-Josh. I have a message from my father, Donda-Lou, the head of the Lou main house. Can you listen to me?

"Absolutely! Let's do it"

"... shame by the woods, rinse by the woods. If I give you an extra hand, I'll snap your neck. - That's it."

"Got it. I'll stick with it," Camua said in a condescending manner.

Rud-Lew still looks at me all the time without moving his expression.

"Well, let's go buy some chatch and a gigo. It's gonna be dusk all night."

"Right.... Well, Camua, I'm sorry you came looking for me, but we still have a buyout job too..."

"Fine, fine! If we open the store, we'll see each other every day for at least ten days. I pray, Asta, if you will, that the shop flourishes and Giva meat dishes permeate the Inn Town."

"Thank you"

As such, Camus, like when he appeared, was no longer fluffy.

I don't know - I think the old man today had a slight presence, like a ghost.

"... you're an angry man," Rud-Lew threw up.

"Huh?"

"My knife is a knife that slashes Giva. I'm not going to kill a human with this... but I can't kill a human if I want to."

"Le, rud-lu? Is that...?"

"I don't know who I'm dealing with or my brother Durm. Even Brother Giza can't do it. That long neck is probably about my father."

With that said, Rudd-Lou wiggled his yellow-brown hair and sounded his tongue like a little child.