Chapter 11
Food is the most important thing in winter.
Unlike Japan, there is no supermarket open 24/7. I don’t know what will happen depending on the weather. If you don’t want to starve, advance preparations are essential.
That’s why I’m currently in Donadna state and put on a large amount of luggage on a cart.
‘My father ’s words began to beat me in the dark and far away from dawn.
“Now, it’s a farm village today! Are you ready?”
There is no good reason.
“ I was scolding my father while scolding my sleepy eyes asking what I was saying, but my mother and Turi were scolding with a smile, “ Of course. ”
What should I do? I am the only one who cannot keep up with the story.
“Speaking of which, it may have not been heard because Mine was decided when it was hot,”
My father and Turi were convinced by the words of my mother who struck hands, but I seem to have been out of the family, and it is a little interesting.
Trying to swell, but the family has just started preparing and there seems to be no room for me.
“It’s no good if it’s not warm anyway. Mine got a fever last year!”
While carrying the baggage and baggage down, my mother shouts at me to change clothes. Since you can’t leave an answering machine alone, you can only follow me quietly.
…… Even so, what are you going to the village?
At first, I was going to walk with my feet to build physical strength, but my father, who was so slow at my speed, put me on the cart.
Large and small barrels and a lot of empty bottles, strings, cloth, salt, wood, etc. are loaded on carts that will be needed in the rural areas going on today.
That? Maybe I am the most useless baggage in a cart?
I sat down with as little space as possible where there was almost no extra space.
Father draws cart in front, mother and Turi push cart from behind. What I say is that my baggage stands out and I feel a little sad.
“Hey, mother. Why is it a farm village?”
“Isn’t there a smokehouse in the city that emits a lot of smoke? So rent a hut in the nearest farm village”
“Do you make salmon? Speaking of which, you bought a lot of meat at the market during this time.”
Did you feel like it was treated with salted or hot water, but it still remained? Maybe it’s a little painful? Is it okay?
Counting the days of a finger, my mother turned to my amazed eyes as I became more and more anxious.
“What are you talking about? Today is pork processing day. I bought two pigs in a farm village and made them together and shared them.”
“Huh?”
The ear for a moment refused my mother’s words. There was a clear time lag before reaching the brain, and when it reached, the body began to tremble.
“What is the day of pork processing, pork processing?”
“It ’s the day we get together in the neighborhood, dismantle the pigs, make salted, smoked, pot meat, bacon, sausage. Mine, last year …
I wanted to heat up this year if I could. Then at least it might have been avoided.
“Mom, you didn’t buy meat at the market …”
“Isn’t it enough for just that? Isn’t it enough to buy enough for everyone?”
I thought I bought a lot, but I didn’t think it was just enough to buy. I have no idea how much meat is needed for winter preparations.
Unlike me, who seems to be in a melancholy mood, going to the pig dismantling, Turi has a full smile while pushing the cart.
“There’s lots of fun, tasting in the middle of help, fresh sausages for dinner, and Mine is the first help, but it’s like a little festival. I ’m looking forward to doing it together this year. ”
“What is everyone?”
When I tilted my head unintentionally to Turi’s words, my mother opened her mouth with an expression that said, “Don’t listen to anything else.”
“Who do we have to do together in the neighborhood? Because pig dismantling is a big job, we can’t do it without 10 adults?”
Oh my neighbors …
Mine’s memories are often ambiguous, so there must be many people I don’t know.
’Thank you for taking care of it, and what you do today is the dismantling of pigs. Just remembering the sights on the market, my back shakes.
“… I don’t want to go”
“What are you talking about? Wouldn’t you have winter sausages or bacon?”
Because there is no food in the winter, even if I say I hate it, there is no excuse. If I don’t go and I don’t have winter food, I can’t help but participate.
When I was sighing in a gloomy mood, the cart was about to pass through the south gate of the outer wall.
“Good morning. That’s the team leader, isn’t it late? Did everyone finally go through the gate?”
“Oh, I wonder”
When I tried to go through the gate, a soldier who seemed to be my father’s colleague called out. Apparently, the neighborhood has finally left for the rural area.
“You are welcome”
swayed by a gatekeeper who seems to love kids, I look back. Everything needs amiability.
This is the first time I’ve been out of town since I became mine.
As soon as the cart left the gate, which was like a short tunnel, with a banging noise, surprises came out in an honest voice.
Honestly, I didn’t expect the scenery to change so far inside and outside the gate.
“Wow”
First, there is no house.
Even though the city seems to be crowded, when you go out of the gate one step outside, you will find about 10 to 15 villages popping a little from the slightly thick road called the highway. I just see it.
And the air is good.
I realized that the air was delicious because the scent of filth was dispersed as much as it was wide open. It doesn’t smell like it is blocked by a high wall.
After that, one side is green.
The wide open pale green is in the field, and the dark green that grows big and thick is the forest. A tremendous and quiet landscape spread.
“Mine, if she doesn’t close her mouth, she bites her tongue”
“Hey ??”
Immediately after my father’s advice, the wagon shook greatly, and the wobbling was much worse than in the city. This is because the road is no longer cobblestone and the road has been exposed to dirt.
The baggage is shaking as if it pops out. I was the most dangerous because it was not fixed.
When it’s sunny, it’s the worst way to get messed up when it rains! Asphalt apprentice!
I couldn’t open my mouth and lined up the bad words in my heart, and I clung tightly to the edge of the cart so that I couldn’t shake it.
“I’ll arrive soon”
Destination village was about 15 minutes from the gate. When you reach the entrance to the farm village, you will hear the buzz of many people.
Dismantling pigs is basically a man’s job. It’s because you need power to hold down a pig that’s over 100 kilos, tie it up with a string and catch it.
In the meantime, the woman prepares for processing, such as preparing a smoked hut, boiling a large amount of hot water, preparing tools and salt.
When we arrived in the village, we were about to start dismantling first. Of course, if you can’t participate in the dismantling work, you won’t hit the meat.
“It’s bad! It’s about to start!”
“It’s hard! Turi will run!”
“Yeah!”
All of them rushed away from the cart and grabbed an apron made of a thick material and coated with wax on the surface.
My mother and Turi are running towards the many women in the smoke hut while wearing an apron.
When my father wore an apron on the spot, he ran out with a bag that was also a work tool.
Fast!
While I was stunned, the family left me and everyone went.
I was able to chase my mother, but I am worried that I don’t know what to do in such a group. The annual event has a common sense of tacit understanding. I want a manual at least.
I am aware that I am always good at doing anything, and decided to turn my cart until someone called me.
Talking to me that this is an important task, I sat down on the bed with the left-over luggage.
However, the place where my father left the luggage was right in front of the plaza where the pigs were demolished. There is a little distance, but you can see the pigs who are chased and screaming in a sad voice and trying to escape.
A rope is tied to a wooden stake, and the other end of the rope is connected to the right hind leg of the pig. Men are desperately trying to hold down the pigs that run away around the stake.
I saw a pink head that was familiar to me. Perhaps there are Ralph and Lutz around that area.
“Let’s go! Urah!”
While screaming, the father who just arrived entered the war.
When I thought that I had a spear that I had in my hand with a tremendous momentum, I picked up the pig.
The pig jerked several times with just one blow and then stopped moving.
Hi! And at the same time my blood draws, the cheering cheers go up to my father’s work in the square.
My mother brought something like a metal bucket and a little long stick. Another wife takes something like a ball to the pig.
I wondered what I was going to do and tried to stand up. The next moment, a little blood splattered around and some of the apron stained red.
Because I was ready to catch the blood, the mustache was pulled out and the blood must have blown out. Unintentionally holding his mouth and pulling himself off.
The pig is hidden behind the wife’s skirt, but a large amount of blood is removed by carrying the ball and putting it in the bucket.
On the other hand, the mother stirs the eyebrows and stirs the bucket into which blood is poured one after another.
… I’m scared of my mother.
After that, the pig was hung upside down on a tree prepared by several people. Blood that had not been squeezed out of the upside-down pig began to dripping and dripping.
Authentic dismantling will begin. A man with a thick, thick dismantling knife hit the pig’s belly with a knife.
I have so much memory.
I noticed that I was in a stone building, not in a rural area. You can see the stone ceiling as if you were laid down.
When I lay down and blinked my eyes several times, the last scene just before I fainted came to my mind and became uncomfortable.
But why? I can’t help feeling that it looked like a familiar sight.
What was it?
Hey, feel like hanging and hanging up …
I’m out to the throat, but I can’t come out. Probably not Mine’s memory. Reno ’s memory. You should have seen something similar in Japan.
I understand! It looked like the hanging angler I saw at a market near the port of Ibaraki!
Clean!
If you think so, the dismantling of pigs is similar to the tuna dismantling show, there are things that you can’t eat unless you are fresh, and the feeling that everyone is watching the situation happily I understand.
Well, I just can understand, but I can’t keep up mentally.
Because tuna dismantling doesn’t sound like that sad voice. I do n’t have any blood.
U-U, after all feeling uncomfortable …
The moment I hit my lips with my mouth down, I fell off from where I had slept with Goron.
“Now …”
When I looked up while standing up with my hands up, it seemed that I was laid down on a wooden bench that was not so big.
There is a fireplace nearby and there is a fire, so it doesn’t feel so cold. But nobody is there and I can’t hear any voice.
…… Speaking of which, where are you?
Finally, when thinking came to grasp the current situation, one soldier peeked into the face as to whether the sound that I fell down echoed.
“Looks like you’ve noticed”
“Otto-san?”
¡Relieve relievedly to a remembered face. The stone building with Otto must be a waiting room at the gate or an inn room. By knowing the place, the anxiety that I didn’t understand was disappeared.
“Did you remember me?”
I remembered that I could see a clear relief on Otto’s face. Because I look young, I must have thought about what to do if I was crying because I thought I was a stranger.
“I will never forget”
This is a precious civilian in the world who is a teacher (planned) who teaches me characters.
‘When I was saluting and hitting my chest with my heart, Otto stroked my head with a smile. It will explain the current situation.
“The team leader changed the blood phase and brought him in. He was lying down in the cart. He would pick you up as soon as he was done.”
I don’t know how long it takes to dismantle the pigs, but they will be processed after the dismantling, so it won’t end immediately.
…… Speaking of that, did you say that Turi came out for dinner?
From the information I have, I knew that I would wait in this waiting room for a while.
Since I knew that I would have time to spare, I couldn’t have my present hand even though I had put the fiber that was the raw material of papyrus on the luggage on the carrier.
“What is it, Maine? Do you miss dad or mom?”
“… Yeah, what should I do to kill time?”
After shaking my head and staring at me with my real intentions, Otto seriously said, “Speaking of which, I said I was not younger than it looks.”
“Just right, Mine-chan. Isn’t this going to kill time?”
“Wow! Stone board!”
Mr. Otto offered a stone board. Today is definitely the day I pass through the gate, so I thought he was going to hand it over and brought it to the workplace.
Civilian, attentive, kind, too good person!
“I have to stand at the gate, so I’m practicing.”
Otto said so, wrote Mine’s name on the top of the stone board, put a brush and cloth, and left the room.
I hugged the stone board with one arm and shook my hand with a smile that no longer allowed me to see Otto, and I looked down at the stone board.
Can the stone board be described as a A4 size mini blackboard? A black and thin stone is set in the wooden frame. The stone board was double-sided, and it seemed to be able to write on both the back and the front, and a reference line for practicing the letters was drawn on one side.
And the brush is a tool for writing on a stone board, and it is a hard and cool stone material when touched.
A slightly dirty cloth may be used instead of an eraser. Just because I hugged, the letters written by Otto were a little thin.
“Wow, it’s really exciting”
I placed a stone board on the desk and picked up a stone brush.
Just hold a stone brush like holding a pencil, and your heart will throb.
At first, it’s a lot of trouble, so I’ll try to write a character that I don’t recognize.
distorted with a little trembling because it was the first letter I wrote. If this was Japan, it would have been erased and rewritten as soon as possible.
However, I’m glad to see the letters after a long time so that I think it’s wasteful to erase them now.
Slowly inhale, exhale, rub it off with the cloth that was on the left side of the stone board, and write it again. I could write better than before.
…… Write your name and erase it.
When you get bored of it, write and erase the tanka and haiku you remember in Japanese.
Huh, I’m too happy.
I didn’t think it was so happy to be able to write and read letters.
Even though it was near the fireplace, I was playing with a stone board for hours until the family came to pick me up in the waiting room where the breeze was blowing. I put it out.
“The fever hasn’t gone down yet, so Mine is in bed. Don’t get out!”
“… I understand”
The footsteps of parents going in and out of the house are rushing, and they pack root vegetables that they have for a long time in the winter.
Turi cooks the nuts he harvests in the kitchen to make jam. You can feel a little happy just by having a sweet smell that has never been smelled in this world.
Turi brought me a lunch soup while I was preparing sake and a processed pork product.
I put a stone plate and receive the whole tray.
“I’m sorry, Turi”
“It’s true”
“Well? Say it is a promise not to say”
“You don’t promise that!”
Well, I haven’t made a promise.
Is it a promise?
While the whole family was fluttering in the winter, I was practicing my name on the stone board I got from Otto while playing in bed and spelling Japanese sentences.
I want a book that can be saved.
I’m so happy just to be able to write, so I’d be more happy if I could read the book.
I need to get back to physical condition and make paper.