Dream Life

The day I confessed to my parents.

After finishing my morning training and comforting Dan with his dents, I was headed to the office where my father was.

The body of a four-year-old persists in seeking a rest called a nap, partly because of rigorous training. But there was something I wanted to tell you while I had time, so I couldn't help but visit my father.

My father and Nicholas, the clerk, were in the office, but when I walked in, my father also guessed, and he could run errands for Nicholas and leave me alone.

"I need to talk to your father. It's about how to make this village better on Lockhart territory."

After my father nodded, he held me back and let me sit in a chair that was too expensive for my child to sit in.

"I am not familiar with the current situation in this village. First, I want to see what's going on. Could you give me permission to walk freely through the village?

I've only been out of this mansion twice.

The first time, last summer, I went on a family visit to a lake called Black Pond in the south. The second time is only on the day of the fall harvest festival, when I went to the village temple.

And for the reason that both of them say they have a lot of children, a carriage was used and they were not free to look around.

I know I'm thinking about my son's safety and letting him play in the safe grounds covered by walls, but I thought he was too overprotective nonetheless. Well, normally, I probably wouldn't call this property so overprotective because it's big enough for a three- or four-year-old and if he just plays, he won't be dissatisfied.

"Free or... that's hard. Let me think for a second."

When the lord's son walks through the village, he asks the reluctant father if he is in danger.

"The people of the village are full of good people and there will be nothing they want to do to harm our son. But this village is close to the woods. I don't know when the demons will show up. Even if we put someone on the escort..."

Even if I were you, I'd be tempted to leave someone behind for me.

"So what about your father's inspection? What about the second son's revelation?

My father gave me a little thought and then admitted to accompanying me.

"Let's go around the village the morning after tomorrow. I'll show you around the village with Nicholas."

My father smiles and tells me that, and he hears me with a naughty little boy's expression.

"Do you have any ideas? Can you tell me just a little bit?"

"I haven't got my thoughts together yet," he says, looking a little sorry.

"You're going with Nicholas. I thought you'd better make it look like I thought it would be."

(What, was Father thinking right too? I thought you tried to look good on Nicholas. Well, I don't know what to do...)

"I want to check with your father."

"What do you want to know?," he asked brightly.

"This is a demographic change in this village. And then I wish I could tell the mortality rate of children, especially the younger ones."

"Population... I have a register of orbs, so you know..."

An orb is a demonic item like an ID, but it doesn't seem to take demographics and doesn't seem to know the exact number.

In the first place, how do you decide on taxes in our territory?

"Really... how do you decide taxes in the first place?

"The size of the field, the number of livestock. No taxes on craftsmen."

Because it is not a headcount tax, it does not appear to be managing the population.

He says the artisans are tax free because his grandfather hired them, and they usually charge taxes on sales.

"First, we need a demographic survey."

My father didn't know why, and he said, "Why?" and stare at me.

"Once you know the demographic changes every year, you can see the trends in the workforce and consumption. If you know the demographic changes, you can see why they are decreasing, if they are increasing, whether new fields are needed, and to what extent they cut and expand forests. And more people naturally consume more supplies, so you can bring in merchants."

"I see. He said child mortality, but how could that be?

"Suppose the population of the village is much the same and fifty children are born a year. And assume that 30% of children, fifteen children, die every year. If we can put that mortality rate at one-third, we will have a population increase at the rate of ten people a year, so in ten years' time it will be an increase of one hundred. And there are young generations who will have children ahead of us."

"Hundreds in ten years? I see. I understand the logic, but it's not easy to protect a small child from illness. Anyway, if someone's gonna be taken care of like this mansion, it's the truth that in poor farmers, a little older, a little younger, is taking care of younger children."

I was honestly surprised that my father, as an administrator, had a good grasp of the situation.

(I was wondering if it was any better, you're looking at it surprisingly well)

"I haven't seen it yet, so I don't know, but I'm thinking of a plan that can simultaneously increase food production and reduce infant mortality."

My father stood up unexpectedly to my words.

"Is that true! Such a dream..."

I'll stab the nail to make sure it doesn't make me happy.

"I don't know if I can do it without looking at it. Anyway, we need to check the situation in the village..."

Convince an exciting father to attach a promise to go to a blacksmith and a woodworker and a tannerman.

Nicholas came back, so I dispersed the scene, pulled my tired body over, and headed to the hall where the four of us were taking a nap.

(I managed to get to the village, but I wonder what it's like. The population also asked Nicholas to look into it, but would it be okay... but the child's body is in trouble. I'll be tired soon and the imposition won't work......)

I went straight to Mel's side and started napping to fall.

After the nap, Mel decided to educate the three of them.

Even so, I'm not going to do anything particularly difficult, I'm just trying to make you remember the letters in the garden.

I play games with alphabets - I write circles on the ground, and I write alphabets in them. In alphabetical order, start the game of throwing stones.

"It's a first. What's next?

Of the three, Sharon answers "B" in a small voice.

With the face that I'm gonna be great. "So which one's b?" refers to the letter B.

(Sharon remember the letters? When?)

I was surprised and I stroked Sharon's head and praised him as much as I thought, "Wow, Sharon is."

Then Mel, who burned his rival heart, came into that circle with one question after another, and was further caught up to Dan.

The operation apparently succeeded and managed to interest me in the letters.

I was going to increase the literacy rate in this village.

Exactly. All the squire can read letters, but most peasants can't.

However, the village is relatively rich and there is some leeway in people's lives. He wanted to allocate that margin to education.

I don't think that everything will be better in education, but if the literacy rate increases, I can transmit my experience in writing and become more productive. Production management should also be dramatically improved if we remember a simpler four-law operation.

Poor transportation is a problem, but people can flow as long as they are productive. And then you can make specialties, or you can use your tax revenues to cut through the streets.

(A little ahead of schedule, but we need education. Because security is fine, if we invest in hygiene management, education, and new industries, this village will definitely develop...)

I haven't decided whether to stay in this village or go on a journey ahead.

Even if I stay in the village, my next lord is my brother Rod, so I have to find my place. Anyway, I also wonder if I would be happy to travel the world if I were to find a place.

Either way, this is definitely where I'm going to be.

Sometimes I want to repay my parents, my grandfather, for developing this village of Rasmore and accepting me. Then I want to do what I can.

I was just an engineer.

Speaking of designers, that sounds good, but all I was doing was combining a bunch of different parts, and that, too, wouldn't do anything without a computer.

I don't know how much that halfway through my knowledge will work, but I'll do everything I can. That's all.

The next day, I was soaking up in the morning.

The excitement of being able to look around the village with my father and see a new world is raging around in me.

When I rode with my father's horse, I learned a little fear at the height of his gaze.

(More expensive than I thought. There's nowhere to grab it...)

It is several times the height of my usual gaze and I almost cling to the saddle whenever I am rocked on the back of a horse.

My father said to the way it was, "Are you scared?," he laughs.

"I'm scared. When I left the mansion before, it was the carriage of a carriage, and I had never ridden a horse before."

I forgot what Nicholas was watching, and I spoke in a terrestrial tone from a toddler tone.

Nicholas' smile looks hardened, but ignores it and clings to the saddle.

At the end of the downhill from the mansion, he creeps through the castle gate surrounding the hill.

When it came to the castle gate, it was not a big thing, it was a slightly thicker wooden plate door, and if it was a wild animal or a large animal such as a pig or bear, it was something that was likely to be easily broken.

There are five hills in the village of Rasmore.

From the north, "Kanga Hill", "Kitaga Hill", "Higashiga Hill" and "Nishiga Hill" are lined up with mansions, and the southernmost is "Nanga Hill".

The road that runs through the village is an unpaved road that is consolidated and runs like sewing a hill.

The villagers' houses are all slated roof bungalows on white lacquered walls, and a few to ten or so gather together along the road to build them.

As you could see from the mansion, the hills were plowed with fields on patchwork, sheep and cattle on green grazing land and pigs on the back of the house.

My first impression was that it was dirtier than I thought.

(It's a beautiful landscape from a distance, but it's pretty dirty nearby. It hasn't rained in the last four days and the road is soggy. Plus cattle manure is mixed......)

And as we go through the hills one by one, we see what the fields look like and what the villagers look like.

When we go through, the peasant who was farming takes his hat and bows his head.

(Exactly your lord. For once, you're respected)

As far as they were concerned, they were ploughing the fields using pigeons and pigeons, but they didn't look like they were using horses or cattle.

I'm like Nicholas sounds like, "You don't use horses or cows?" I ask.

"Horses are barely there enough to be in your mansion. We don't work in the fields because cows are there to milk."

Seriously Nicholas answered me disciplined as a four-year-old.

(The use of farmed horses has been around for a long time, right? Bulls should just use males too...)

I'll have my father drop me off, I'll go see the fields.

The disappointed peasants in their thirties are amazed at how I look. I wonder if there was any inconvenience, and I rush over.

When my father smiles and raises his hand, he immediately gets a relief look, but is he still anxious to say, "Can I help you?" He asked with a worried face.

I asked my father to show me his farm tools, and he showed me his bamboo.

The bamboo was close to the shape seen in Japan, and the further digging part was made of iron.

(For once, do you use iron tools? The idea that agricultural production will increase dramatically due to the use of iron is a bot......)

I act like I've lost interest in farm tools and take the dirt in my hands.

(Sounds a little rusty. At the end of May, it's not even wheat, so I guess I'll plant legumes and imoes, but if it's not a little more black soil, I guess not? Not that my agricultural knowledge is right, but I think you should put fertilizer in it...)

I made the cutest voice I could, and I said, "What are you doing now?" I ask.

The peasant looked at his father with a slightly troubled face before slowly starting to explain as the child could see.

"From now on, I'm plowing to sow beans. It's not raining yet, so I'm going to sow it now..."

Yeah, well, he showed me the bean seeds.

It's a bigger bean than soybean, and it seems to be broadcast live. Apparently, when it rained, they couldn't sow it, and they were taking advantage of the sunny weather of the last few days.

I say thank you and signal my father to leave the scene. My father also says he "got in the way" and leaves the spot.

After seeing the fields, he arrived at the centre of the four hills, namely the centre of the village of Rasmore.

In the centre of the village stood nearly twenty houses, two wooden but two-story buildings among them. One of them was fitted with a small sign.

The sign said "Black Pond" Black Ruff "Pavilion" and my father's description was that it was the only tavern in the village.

(Is the liquor made in this village? Then there is something I would like to try…)

They say the other two-story house is the house where the face of this village, the representatives of the villagers, live, and it also serves as a meeting point.

(Is this the downtown part of the village? It may be like this because it's a small village, but the ground is soaking here too...)

Ask my father again to guide me to Gordon's house, which is a face role.

To a lord who suddenly appeared, Gordon's wife, surprised, lowered her head and ran to fly to the field where her husband was.

A few minutes later, a disappointed, bodied man about forty years old hangs in, letting him out of his breath.

"My lord, what can I do for you today, all of a sudden?

"I'm sorry. My son followed me around the village today. First of all, I wanted to show you my face. No, I'm really sorry."

My father apologized with sorrow, but if you're Gordon, I hear the lord himself came to see his son, and he looks a little good at it.

"No, I didn't expect you to be the first to introduce your child. Take your time."

Gordon orders his wife to prepare a drink, but his father laughs and says no, "It's okay,"

"I want to show you a little around here. Never mind, get back to work."

Gordon looks a little strange, but convinces me that my son's father would just be dating.

We left Gordon's house and went around the back.

There is a well in the back, and the field stretches beyond it.

Around the well, housewives were washing things as they chatted, but one middle-aged woman noticed her father, the lord, and rushed to start bowing her head.

(Exactly a village of about five hundred people, I guess you'll soon find out the lord's face. Besides, my father and I were originally civilian and casual, so I guess we won't be able to handle it so hard... and you won't even see the child?

I decided to ask my father, concerned about not seeing a child, especially one like me or younger.

"I don't have kids like me, but where are you?

He doesn't even know, "Is the kid at work?" asks one housewife.

"No, the little one keeps it in order. You're supposed to be at Mr. Jethro's today."

Apparently, child care is a system to be seen in the area, which also lays down a rotating system.

(I see. That's surprisingly sensible. Then maybe we can do something like a temple house if we go well)

We left the scene and headed over to the blacksmith's dwarf.