Reincarnated as a Villager ~ Strongest Slow-life

29 Imagine on your own.

Coming up to the top of a small mountain (a mountain less than twenty meters away), you could see the harbor.

Basically, along the coast of this country there are many cliffs and rocks, like the Rias style coast, unsuitable for ships to land on, but there are sandy beaches everywhere and suitable places to fish.

They say our village also started fishing by chance.

Sixteen houses were built densely, and four boats were raised on the sandy beach.

Fishing is in the morning, so I guess I am now scouring the (bottom trawl) fish at a cooperative workplace on the beach.

Fifty meters to the left from its beach. A huge ship was ashore on the rock.

“It sure looks like an island.”

Five hundred meters away from here, but understandably too big to imagine from this era.

It doesn’t resemble a previous life western ship, but the shape is somewhat tanker-like (imagine on your own).

I thought that was the only way to make contact, but you made good contact. Whether you have all the sailors with good arms, or whether the ship performs well, either way, it’s a stunning shore.

Rapid loading yards were built on the rock and loaded with lots of boxes.

Is it a lookout around it, four men with swords were patrolling, and one of them noticed this way, and informed his companions, and one of them went on board.

“Vigilant, but what are you carrying?

“I don’t want to hear anything. Naga says he’s gonna burn a bonfire at night and watch.”

It’s forbidden, so maybe it’s metallic or imported.

Down the mountain, you’ll find a little field, a dry field, and a firewood shed.

In the dryyard, the sea ladies (aunts) worked, and they noticed us and approached us.

“Mayor, what’s wrong?

The best chatter of them all came out loud.

“A little on the boat. Anything unusual?

“No, nothing. – Oh, yeah. – Hey, you were rubbing some kind of captain and a young one. What about food?”

“Auntie, how’s the fishing going?

I asked my aunt before the village chief opened his mouth.

“Am I right? I’ve been in a good mood lately. It’s been a long time.”

“The guys on the boat, are you asking me to give up the fish?

“No, you’re not coming. I always go to the settlement and procure.”

Even if you’re not a fisherman, if you’re a sailor, you may catch fish on a voyage and eat them (well, poke them with a fish), and salted fish is a fine preserved food. It doesn’t mean it’s not loaded. Are you tired of eating when it’s loaded but not eating, or did you lose it when the sea dragon hit you, or do you leave it for just in case? Well, I don’t know the truth, but to say I don’t need fish. You mean you don’t know what’s going on in the village anyway. Damn, they’re annoying!

“Bae.”

“Auntie. If it’s a big fish, give up the fish again. Next time, I’ll bring a pig.”

“One pig!? That’s extravaganza again. Then I’ll pack you a barrel!

Meat eats more often than other villages, but meat is still a luxury. Once every three days (if the chicken was in the pan), children and adults would be thrilled to have it in their mouths.

“Bad, auntie”

“What are you talking about? Thanks to you, I can eat meat, and the kids are starting to move on and work, so it’s this way to thank you.”

This is the result of everyday deeds. It’s Operation Reneko.

“Well, I’ll stop by on my way home.”

“Oh, I’ll get it ready.”

I’ll thank my aunts and set off the carriage.

“Mayor, I won’t talk to you about this, but I’ll talk to you if you shake me over here.”

“Right. It’ll help.”

It’s not that I’m highly negotiable, but I run with my pedestrian grandma all the time, and I open a store to the caravan. I wouldn’t be an idiot if I wasn’t an extra player.

That’s what the village chief knew, so he came with me.