Dream Life

Around the middle of October, when the harvest festival was over and he began to plow fields of winter sown wheat, he received the success of distillation and the completion of soap, and was thinking about his next plan.

In rural areas like this village, people also have fewer jobs in winter.

The winter sowing wheat is finished in November, and during the winter months the main tasks, he said, are caring for livestock, repairing agricultural tools and producing fine daily necessities.

That task also has less work to do than in the agricultural breeding season and, naturally, less work for children.

I was wondering if I could use this period to educate you.

Luckily, I have the perfect free man, Liddy, for teachers. In addition, Kate, the wife of Nicholas, the intellectuals of this village, and Gene, his daughter, will also be candidates.

The village's accounting relationship may be delayed due to manpower being taken, but I think I can help you with that.

I'm not good at bookkeeping, but I wouldn't be doing that much more complicated accounting. The calculation of income and expenditure is about four rules, and the calculation of the size of this village is not that difficult. It would be better for the village if I did it because all I had to do was make a brief table and graph about future projections that I probably didn't do.

Before I told my father that story, I went to confirm Liddy's intentions as teacher candidate number one.

Liddy has quite a few extra days.

I'm not willing to use my time effectively to see if it's the properties of a long-lived species. If I've never done it, I've only seen it either reading a book, watching our training, or chatting with my mothers.

I said to myself, "Are you willing to teach the village kids how to study?," I asked her.

She said in a strange face, "Children of the village? What do you teach?" He asks back.

"Easy reading, writing and arithmetic, if you have time, I want you to tell me something about the history of this world"

When I tell her that, she gets a troubled subtle look.

"Hmmm. I hope it's just the kids... not much where there are adults..."

Thanks. I still don't seem to like the gaze I can point at myself, and I'm particularly concerned about the gaze I can point at from an adult man.

"Like my brother, what if he was a kid up to the age of ten? They said they couldn't let adults in where they teach."

She's still roaring, um, "Right. I'll think about it," he said a little positively.

We will sort out what is necessary for education.

I intend to do this in the form of a patrol through each district. It would be in good form to teach study in Gordon's house because we talked about putting it together and keeping it in some house the other day. When that happens, a small group of about ten people will deal with each other.

(I'd like to build a school in the future, but it's a valuable workforce for all of us, even children, during the agricultural breeding season, and it'll be difficult around there. What to do with a child over ten who is expected as a workforce or an adult who wants to study, except for the younger ones later)

I'm going to make a class by age about that and ask Kate or Gene to be a teacher. Nicholas is fine, but from those who teach me, I feel like women don't have to atrophy.

Next, the material, but reading and writing would be a simple booklet to make by hand. About ten people can teach in a single class, so that would be enough for that number of people.

Arithmetic starts with textbooks, additions, the basics of deduction and making you remember ninety-nine.

History is a precondition for teaching reading, writing and arithmetic at present, as we think later.

I worked out a simple plan and headed to my father.

In the clerk's office, my father was considering this year's harvest and grain reserves so as to get his head together with Nicholas and Enos.

When I speak up, I say, "I've come to the right place," and make me join the story.

When asked for an overview, it meant that both wheat and barley are likely to be overstocked with abundant crops this year, but since it is a round-the-clock farming, it was said that we were considering to what extent we should make the area of production next year.

Rich crops have continued over the past few years, and the question seems to be to what extent to open pastures to fields for wheat.

(Because it's hard to farm where it's pasture? Because it's certainly hard to plow with people's hands. But if it doesn't work, it's troublesome, and vice versa, there's nowhere to stockpile it. Wheat can be made into a white beer like Weizen beer... no. Is it Beltram's influence, I've been trying to connect anything to booze lately)

"Before I do, the question is, don't you think about selling wheat on other land?

My father shook his head at the question.

"Transport costs too much. Take it to Kilnarek - a city with a population of 3,000 near the village of Rasmore - and it won't be a lot of money."

"Once, there's something I want to make out of wheat. If you can do that, the value of the product will increase, so I think you will earn cash."

My father and Nicholas embarked on a little bit and asked, "What is it (I wonder)", with a full voice. Immediately afterwards, a subtle time is available and a laugh occurs on the spot. After laughing a lot,

"I'm going to make noodles. Finely whisk the wheat and rinse with water and salt, stretching it thin like a thread. If you let it dry, you can eat the staple food just by boiling it."

Nobody knew a thing called noodles, so I explained that it was a long, thin food made of grain ground powder. The three of them are still leaning on their necks, but you won't know all this until you eat the real thing.

By the way, wheat made in this village is wheat that makes it all bread. It's a powerful powder to use for bread, so it should have been the same as the one used for dried pasta. I remember, raw pasta is thin powdered and udon is medium powdered. I remember using the dry pasta differently from both. Well, I wasn't willing to make it myself, so I may have misremembered.

Dry pasta is likely to make money even considering transport costs because it adds value. Plus, it can store less space than wheat, and it should have had a longer shelf life, so it works as a stockpile. I don't know if this is true, either, because I don't know the shelf-life of wheat.

The problem is I've never made anything called dry pasta.

Since the pastama scene is not such a complicated machine, it seems easy to do it if you ask Beltram, but you need to try to make pasta before then.

As for dryness, I am going to use magic if I just want to try it.

I used fire attribute magic alternately with wind attribute magic and have tried it once to see if I can't dry with magic. I used quite a bit of magic because it would be unchanging, but I could dry the wet cloth, so I should be able to use the noodles as well.

I will try the noodles at a later date, so when I check on the idea of the area to be made, it is still difficult to open the pasture, which is said to be the biggest neck.

I was thinking about improving my agricultural tools on this.

Cattle and horses are not used for agriculture in this village. The cow gets meat and milk, and the horse is raised for use as a trailing horse in a carriage and for sale as a passenger horse.

"Horses and cattle are not used for farming in this village. With a horse, I think the effort to open it can be considerably improved."

My father said, "How do you use a horse when you say you're gonna use it?" I can't seem to get an image of it.

Strangely, there is no culture in this world that makes horses farmed horses, including this village.

I don't know why, but the stereotype of "horses are for transport” seems to capture them.

I have one hypothesis about this.

The horse's famous place is the meadow zone in the centre of the Caerm Empire, with tribes like the Horse Riding Nation. And there was a subhuman Centaur with its horseback riding nation, and he said it was a powerful force that supported the expansion of the Caerm Empire. For this reason, the image of horses as powerful tools of war, or tools used for transport, has become entrenched, and they may not have thought about or been allowed to use them for agriculture.

Moreover, not only the Caerm Empire, but all countries have the image of cavalry being elite, so horses could be trapped by the stereotype of means of movement.

"Simply put," "Suki" on the back of the carriage. "

I write a picture of a wagon on paper, and I add a tweezer behind it.

"You don't need a carriage for a wagon, so skip it and line it up here with soil-bearing plates and teeth, and you can get the soil up deep in one go."

I will write down the improvements from the wagon, thickening the wheel, lowering the part of the wagon down, etc.

Nicholas was impressed that "you can certainly dig up dirt with the help of horses if this is true".

My father also nodded firmly and asked me if I could write a few more detailed paintings.

"I want to show Craig and Beltram the craftsman. Can you write some more detailed pictures?

"You can, but you might want to ask the farmer about the “ part ”. I don't really know how deep you need to dig up, or how big you need to dissolve the dirt."

The painting decides to be written up at a later date, and begins to talk about the purpose, education, of coming here.

"I'm going to make the villagers remember to read, write and calculate..."

I'm going to explain my thoughts to my father, Nicholas, and Enos.

Nicholas is listening with a nod of yeah, but my father and Enos are tilting their necks a little.

"You don't have to be able to read or write anything, do you? The city doesn't need much reckoning in this village anyway?

My father doesn't seem to understand the purpose of education.

"Right...... if farmers can read and write too, they can record how they succeeded during abundance, how they minimize damage in the absence of work, etc. If you keep track of what happens when you try new ways, like shifting the timing of sowing wheat a little, or changing the way the soil wakes up, you can share it with everyone."

"Sure, but isn't it enough to have an oral?

"A short period of time will suffice. But after five, ten, twenty years, fewer people will remember. But if you can read and write, you can keep track of it, so you can inherit your memory."

My father roared, um, "Sure, but" I'm not convinced yet.

"For example, in this village we change every year what we make on agricultural land. I'll tour in four years, but you'll remember if it was four years ago. But before that tour, eight years ago, the memory becomes uncertain."

My father said, "Uhm. Sure," he nodded.

"Every year, if the climate is stable, there are no problems, but sunshine times, temperatures, etc. vary from year to year. Even under the same conditions, the maker can't do it, so if you keep track of it, if you take a good way to do it the next time you get the same conditions, you can harvest it more efficiently? Well, it depends on how well you record it."

"I found out about reading and writing. That's the same thing with the calculations. He said it was necessary to calculate in which fields how much harvest there was and how much the difference was."

My father seems to have finally understood.

"Exactly. Even if you're buying something else, you can calculate the amount you need, so it won't go to waste, and just simple calculations will help enough."

My father understood the need for education, but he was skeptical about how.

"It's good to do it. The problem is the way to do it. We can order the inhabitants, but not too strongly enforceable. You know why?

"Yes, because if there's an obstacle to my job, I'm going down."

He will then explain that Liddy teaches children under the age of ten to study as a teacher, that for the time being it will be a patrol class going around each district for about an hour in the peasant winter, and that if a child or adult over the age of ten wishes, Kate or Gene will help.

"Lydia understands. Nicholas, Enos. I need you to check with Kate and Gene. Of course, make sure you prioritize the convenience of working at home."

"Okay," they snort.

"As usual, I can't hang the money. Now I'm talking about paper for teaching materials, sandboards for practicing letters?

"Yes, I'm going to increase it a little bit, but I don't think it's going to cost that much. There are only two things I want to make…"

I was thinking about making a blackboard and chalk.

The blackboard should polish the surface of the wooden board nicely, paint it like black, and as for the chalk, the limestone is nearby, so I'm wondering if it can be crushed, powdered, and cooked hard.

"It won't be a problem to that extent. Nicholas, I'm always sorry, but I need your help again."

Nicholas laughed and nodded at Nicholas.

"I am also very much in favour of this plan. The only reason I can work like I do now is because I let Doctus study abroad. Some of the people in the village will also have excellent talent. I think it's very good for the prosperity of this Lockhart Territory."

Nicholas understood exactly what I meant.

(He's a really good person. Nicholas understands the need for school. I guess I'll have this village think of a plan to build a school for me)

Thus began education in the village of Rasmore.

In December, patrol classes began.

Being a four-year-old, I can't go with it, but I heard about Liddy and I knew the outline.

During their first class, they all learned little about whether the sandboard in front of them was unusual.

Little kids like me started playing on the sandboard, and the kids caught in it started making noise. Still, she said Liddy didn't even get angry and was letting her like it.

When I asked why,

"'Cause when you see something rare, it's gonna be fun. Little kids don't have a choice."

"Well, you're not gonna learn, are you?

"It's okay. Let me tell you something funny or mix up a game like you did and they'll listen to you pretty much."

Apparently, he's arranging and using the play I made the Mels remember the letters - the game of throwing stones into an alphabetically written circle - or letting them remember the letters to match the song.

About ten days after the class started, you've come up with new materials, scraping trees to make things like blocks, and writing pictures and letters on wooden boards.

I'm a little sorry that I spent less time with me because of that, but I don't seem to be free, and when I see Liddy alive, I'm glad I recommended a teacher.

(So far so good, I hope it stays this way)

Though I'm glad things are going well, I remember never going well before and was wondering if there were any pitfalls.