Dream Life

It was April, and the snow that had covered the village of Rasmore had completely melted, and the springy yellow-green colours were returning.

Though the wind is slightly cold, the sun is getting warm.

Winter sown wheat begins to grow in the village farmland, and green carpets are laid on the fields.

My life hasn't changed much, it's filled with swordsmanship, magic training and play, and the drafting and validation of reform plans.

What I had decided to do in the spring was beekeeping and making maple syrup.

Beekeepers have asked Craig, a woodworker, to build a nesting box and a nesting board.

I had previously opened a major beekeeper in China about the sterilization of nesting boxes, and I only knew the structure of nesting boxes.

But I hadn't even looked into exactly how to get the bees into the hive. Lucky for me, I'm waiting for the bees to leave their nest boxes near Mori to come in on their own from the middle of March when they start their activities.

As for maple syrup, there were quite a few maple trees growing on the east side of the mansion, so I have asked the blacksmith's beltram to make a tube of metal about a cm thick and recover the sap in a bottle of pottery I made to put the liquor in.

I started this one later in March, but with the small amount of sap I could take, I've finally reached the boiling stage.

I don't remember why I saw it, but it should need to be concentrated twenty or thirty times to make it syrup, so when it's about two or three liters, I put it in a pan and hang it on fire.

This time I'm getting help from Tricia, Walt's daughter, who loves sweets. I get a little anxiety about getting a little help from her, but I nominated her because she's going to be on it the most.

"Anyway, I want you to simmer it while stirring so it doesn't burn. Because I need to boil it down to the point where it builds up under this pan."

Tricia was half-hearted at first, but as she boiled, she was fascinated by the sweet aroma of maple syrup, which has changed from her usual, slight face to a serious look.

Every day, three days to find time and boil.

Tricia said confidently, "I think maybe it's done."

When I peeked into the pan, I saw about 200 cc of tinted liquid on the bottom of the pan.

Spoon to see the flavor.

I feel slightly thickened, but the sweet taste and aroma characteristic of maple syrup spread in my mouth.

I said, "Thank you," and then I worked with her.

"It's done. Maybe I could boil some more, but this still seems to work, and this would be the place."

She nods with a howling, satisfied face.

"The sap is still out, so please do it again."

After watching her snort, she adds, "Yes, because Tricia can use it as much as she likes for this one".

Her face brightens up with one word of mine.

"Thank you! Also, I'll work hard to make it."

Then he took care of the syrup he had made and went back to the back with the footsteps he was about to skip.

(Because you're hungry for something sweet, this village. When my cash income stabilizes, I guess I'll buy sugar)

Halfway through April, the village is colored like spring.

The pasture and the side of the road are blooming with silotumexa (clover), yellow flowers that don't know their names, and blue flowers like smears, and I feel brighter watching them.

Pregnant mother's situation, but seems to be going well, especially without getting sick.

I don't really know if that's true for me because this is information I got from my maid Molly or Nicholas' wife Kate, who has no knowledge or experience at all. However, I am also the one who has the least experience in this mansion and is overjoyed by my mother's condition, so I cannot deny the possibility that she is deluding me because she does not have to worry about me if things are not going well.

Well, even if it feels like I saw you, you look fine, and you're just the third person, so I guess you're really okay.

Sharon's mother Claire, who is scheduled to give birth at about the same time, and Mel's mother Polly also seem to be doing well, which is not what my grandfather said, but I feel like I'm going to be busy with the crying of my baby in the summer.

As for hygiene control, which is a concern at the birth of a baby, the use of soap is commonplace, at least in the Lockhart and squire houses, making it a pretty clean environment.

I think Walt's burden of pumping up water is increasing in this mansion, which is experiencing increased water consumption due to increased hand washing and the inability to install pumps in wells. Well, as far as he's concerned, it hardly makes him feel burdened.

Still, I am considering whether I can do something to save effort. As a candidate, it's powered by windmills, but I can't really think of a good way.

As for soap, it has also been in use in villages and it has already been over four months.

I don't know what description Nicholas gave, but the villagers seem to be using soap, as they were told.

Especially with regard to child hygiene management, Liddy had confirmed during the patrol class that there were considerably fewer unclean children like in the past.

My training situation, but I'm concerned about the slow rise in the level of swordsmanship. The difference with Mel remains the same, so the rate of increase may fall when the level rises, but since we reached level four in January, even though we are increasing our training time, only one level has risen in four months.

When I told my grandfather about it, he said, "It would be enough to go up there in about two or three hours of training a day".

"I don't know what it's like to be in a hurry, but level five is unusual at that age. Including you, Mel and Dan are incredibly quick to level."

My brother Rod went up to level five two years after he started training. By the way, he says his brother's current level is ten when he turns nine. Normally even seriously trained kids said this was still early enough because they were about level five at the age of ten.

Although I'm not convinced, I give up that I can't help but rush.

Things are going well with magic.

The wind attribute is level six, and the light, tree, and water attributes are level five.

I was particularly pleased that I was able to use healing magic.

The healing magic is compatible with the three attributes of light, tree, and water, with traumatic systems such as fractures and cuts, such as wood attributes, poison and disease, damage to the gut, etc., such as water attributes, and light attributes.

After learning the spell from Liddy and learning the basics, I scratch my own hands and use magic.

In pain, cast a wooden attribute spell.

"Albor, the great tree god of the woods. Heal my wounds with the power of a life-growing spirit. The power of my life is not sacrificed at the price. Healing Power (Heel)"

It then conveys to the Spirit the image of the cell being activated.

Slight bleeding stops and the wounds become clogged. That looks like microspeed shooting and feels a little creepy.

The trauma system was easy to crack because the image enhanced natural healing power.

Even if he succeeded in his magic with one shot, Liddy stopped being surprised.

This time, for example, "And you're healing beautifully. How do you do it" enough to ask me the other way around.

I was able to treat the wound easily, but I am not going to try any other healing magic, so I am going to consolidate my image.

The purification of poison imagines the filtration of blood. It may be slightly different, but I think I can do it if I imagine the artificial kidney (dialyzer) used for dialysis.

The problem would be damage to the gut system. You won't be sorry to just block the wound, and it's hard for me to imagine not being a surgeon.

What I'm thinking now is that the combined magic of water and trees would fit the image best. It regenerates with trees while purifying with water. I don't think such an image should be so uncomfortable.

This time I learned healing magic makes it a little easier for me to treat myself.

The four of us get hurt a lot. The play itself combines training, so much less when you don't get hurt falling off a tree, average table, or making a scratch with a rope.

And every time I get hurt, I get Liddy to heal me, but she's been busy in patrol classes lately, often not at the mansion. I would put up with it if it was about abrasive, but in the case of an injury that seemed fractured, someone was going to call it in.

We, especially when I get hurt, Liddy comes running with a bright blue face. I thought it was bad every time.

After remembering the healing magic, the rise of the three attributes of light, tree and water became faster. Strangely enough, my healing magic consumes less magic.

Let Liddy tell you, healing magic consumes more magic than other magic, attack magic, etc.

In my case, I barely consume MP if it's about abrasion. Probably because I know the basics of the structure of the human body, so I can articulate the image, but I don't know the truth.

In May, you will not feel the cold, and you will feel the heat on days when the sun radiation is strong.

One of the things I'm glad I was reincarnated into this world is that I no longer suffer from hay fever.

There are no cedars or hinokis that used to suffer around here, but there are many birches and enemies plants that cause hay fever.

I have heard of hay developing in Europe since around April, but there are no signs of it at all last year or this year. It just feels like heaven to me that I was wearing a mask every day this spring season, maybe just to say I'm still young.

And the beekeeper says there's bees in and out of one of the hive boxes.

I don't know how long to put it down, but I asked Guy to introduce me to a guy who was honey picking in the woods and appointed him as beekeeper.

Through Nicholas, I give a lot of information, but this has to go completely tri-and-error.

Well, the first reform I worked on was restroom reform.

As soon as I started composting, I realized that it wouldn't work with human excrement.

It seems that the high moisture content is worse, but I can't think of a way to deal with it in the equipment. That's where I came up with a bunch of horses and cow shit to mix with in this restaurant hill.

Truth be told, I thought herbivore excrement could easily be composted. But this also took a lot of work to succeed.

At first I thought I should mix it up with the forest leaf soil, but it doesn't work very well. The mites also did not go into horse manure, and in the end, it was decided to repeat the trial and error. I applied a hit that the moisture content would be the same as people's excrement and tried to mix in straw etc.

Then the fermentation begins or the temperature starts to rise. But it also stopped after a few days. So I reconsidered.

Fermentation begins because there are microorganisms. Nutrition and oxygen would be needed for microbes to live. Then why don't we just moderate the air by digging back? I thought so and gave instructions to dig back every few days.

Then, in about two months, the compost was finished.

So I tried a way to mix the excrements of people who are destined to be.

There are always about ten horses and five or six cows in Kanga Hill. In contrast, there are five Lockhart families, fifteen servants and their families, even twenty-one, including Liddy. Horses and cattle excrete about fifty to one hundred times more than people, so the proportion of human excrement is a few percent by weight.

However, the horse or cow manure that is grazing is left on the ranch as it is, so it does not follow the calculations. Still, collecting things from stables and cowhouses would be a fair amount.

I mixed people's excrement with that and tried a successful method with livestock manure.

It succeeds for a small amount of mixing, but mixing a lot of people's excrement for experimentation doesn't work as quickly as possible. The ratio of people to livestock in Kanga Hill is fine, but it is quite difficult when the ratio is higher.

In other words, if we introduce it into the whole village, we say that it may not be possible to introduce it because the number of horses and cattle is too small.

There are about a hundred cattle and about twenty horses in the village. There are about two hundred more pigs, but I haven't tried them in pig manure. If you can do the same with pig manure, composting is possible, but you won't know until you try it.

I think we should think about this once the village farmers have started in earnest.

And the biggest problem was making compost in the winter.

Winter here in the village of Rasmore is very cold. From the middle of December to the first cup of February, there are many days when it snows, and sometimes days when the maximum temperature is close to zero degrees bodily.

If the action of the micro-organism breaks down the excreta, there must be temperatures at which the micro-organism can easily operate. Normally, the temperature should be higher. That means you're going to need an idea not to lower the temperature.

So I tried to increase the pile of compost to reduce the heat dissipation area, or put a bunch of straw instead of insulating material to prevent the temperature from dropping.

Still, fermentation is slower in the cold months of winter, so it takes longer than in summer.

After a lot of trial and error, I finally succeeded in composting in April, after about four months of making it from December.

There are two problems with composting.

One thing is it takes a lot more work than I thought.

My lack of knowledge is responsible for this, but I thought if I threw the micro-organisms into the excrement, it would be compost on its own. But we need to “take care of" the microbes more than we need to use the means of fermentation. Especially the task of digging back hundreds of kg of compost piles every few days is quite heavy labor.

The second is how to handle human excrement.

It was originally started for hygiene control. I considered composting to make good use of it. After trial and error, it worked well with horse and cow manure, but the number of horses and cattle in the village does not lead to the handling of the entire excrement of the villagers. I hope it works with pig manure, but I haven't been able to verify this. If it doesn't work and the processing doesn't catch up, I'm thinking of taking a way to dispose of it directly in the woods. Fortunately, the forest is wide and many leaves fall, etc. I believe that if it is discarded in a thin and scattered way, it will not have that much impact. But I feel like I lost this way, so I might think of another way.

I managed to get a perspective on restroom reform.

There is a lot of reflection on this plan, but the best reflection has been the confusion between purpose and means.

The original aim was to solve the hygiene problems caused by leaving excreta unattended. To this end, the goal of spreading the toilet was set and, as a means of achieving the goal, composting available for agricultural production was started in order to motivate (incentive) the users, the villagers.

In the beginning, it was caused by the sweet prospect that it would be easy, but we gradually focused on making compost. It is true that if compost could be produced, crop production could be increased, but given the hygiene control that is the aim, there was no need to rein in composting.

If we think only of sanitation, there was also a way to maintain a drainage line in the village and flush it into the river. Bad for the downstream, but given the size of the village population and river, I don't think it would be that big of a pollution. In fact, no one lives downstream of the Black River leaving the village, and the Fatas River ahead is the Great River, so it has no impact first.

Speaking from personal preference, I don't want to take a way to drool out unprocessed excrement, but if it had less impact as a real problem, there would have been such a way.

Before modern times, treated water should have flowed less into the river, so much so that, apart from good and bad, there was the word "three feet below the river”.

Other ways to dry and dispose of it could have been considered.

The result of excessive restraint on composting is delays in the introduction of toilets. Although it seems good because there have been no outbreaks of diarrhoea or other infectious diseases so far, I cannot regret if there have been outbreaks of diseases caused by uncleanness.

I reported this achievement to my father. My father allowed me to introduce it into the village after checking the effects of compost.