Sweet Reincarnation

What factors distinguish people from animals?

To this simple inquiry, many philosophers and theologians, or zoologists and sociologists. At the end of the day, even psychologists have tried to answer with various definitions.

One scholar considered the difference between animals and people to be a word. The rationale is that humans are the only ones with words.

Another scholar thought that being able to understand death was the difference between a person and an animal. The rationale is that only human beings can grieve the death of others.

Numerous reasoning arises, and every time, counter-examples are found. Maybe doing that repetitive manoeuvre is what humanity is all about.

One of those few rationales is that only humans use 'tools to make tools'.

The rationale is that animals can do it if they just use tools, but there are no animals that can even think about tools to make them.

Even monkeys do it if they just pump water with things like vessels, but only humans use the tools to make vessels. Even if there are insects that use flowers simultaneously, there are no insects that grow flowers. There were scholars who thought of such a theory.

If this theory is to be followed, one boy can now be said to be truly human.

He was waving carpentry tools to make certain tools.

Whoever it is, it's about the pastry.

"Should we scrape a little more here?"

Gorillas and shredding sounds. Tons and beating sounds.

A really creepy, rhythmic sound was echoing behind the mansion.

It is Miss Liquorice who looks to be enjoying herself somewhere and then watches the trees be seriously processed.

The girl turns her mind just a little to the seriousness of her own fiancée.

"What are you doing?

"A little bit of work."

Woodworking is an essential skill for rural humans. Even if something happens, we can't go to town often, so if we can't do a little repair on our own, we won't be able to stand. Especially if it's in a remote area like Mortarn territory, that's more pronounced.

Carpentry tools for this purpose. A set of scarecrows, fleas, hammers, etc. are kept in the barn as a shared object of the village. Iron products are also valuable in the countryside, so you can't have one in each house.

That's what Pastry used.

"I know it's called woodworking, but what the hell is this made of?"

"I'm prototyping a juicer."

"Oh, that's funny."

What Liquorice said was interesting was its shape.

If you look at it, it's a humorously dressed tool, like a stick on top of a barrel. While one side of the stick is firmly fixed, the stick itself is diagonal and further moves up and down.

If the modern man saw it, he would have noticed it was very similar to a hand pressed pump. Some people may recall nail clippers and walnut splitters.

"This is how you put the corn in this barrel. And if you lower this stick, the lid here lowers and squeezes what's inside so you can press it all the way down. Reason is a principle. It's primitive."

"The principle of the epithet?

"It's about how to transform a small force into a greater force"

Pastry doesn't stop talking to Liquorice. The workpieces that were gradually assembled take shape gradually.

At an approximate location, fill the stalks of the dosadosa and the corn and adjust the condition.

"A little more...... ok, done"

What I was able to do was a prototype juicer No. 1 made by Pais.

A lump of wisdom, made even by the power of a child, wondering if he could manage to squeeze the sugar solution firmly. For the first time I made it, it was well made inside and to the extent that Pace praised it.

"Will this allow you to make sugar?

"I'm glad you did, aren't you? And then, if the Marcs come back... oh, here they come."

When Pace's best friend came back, he had one metal product in his hand.

"As I was told, I've been washing it thoroughly ~"

"I brought it to my mother in confidence. Uke."

"Thank you. Put it on this cloth. And then put this prototype on top of it."

What the Marcs brought. It's made of metal.

It is a product made of metal close to bronze and is usually also used when washing vegetables together.

Pays attention to hygiene. I had prepared a clean cloth, seen with strange eyes from the side, and laid it on the ground.

She asked me if I would even do a picnic, but what I'm going to do is not like relaxing and having fun, and Pace is breathing wildly with his nose.

"Yeah. Shit. So heavy!!

"Hmm, I should have moved it before I put the contents of the barrel in it"

"I noticed first. Let people do it."

"I worked pretty hard to make it, so I didn't get around to it. Force Majeure."

"Liar."

Clean cloth on the ground. About on top of that. Furthermore, a barrel rides on top of it and a long stick extends diagonally.

The eyes of Pais, who sees it, were shining, though somewhere strange sight.

Sugar.

It's a sweetener that must be used to make sweets. No matter what, I can't start making sweets without this.

It is also the goal of Pace, because of the richness of being able to move forward in making sweets, but it has to be made on Mortarn soil.

The sugar making process is broadly divided into five stages. Ingredient cropping is the first stage, where sugar can be obtained through the refining phase of crude sugar, through the process of removing impurities such as milking (sawdust), filtration, and the process of removing moisture such as boiling.

In the previous sugar prototype, the juice was simply boiled in a sugar liquid stop. There is still a long way to go.

Moreover, the problem of the amount of waste generated there.

One of the measures to solve this is to improve the efficiency of the juice.

"How do we use this?"

"Is that what you mean, lower the stick..."

Pais also realizes the doubts Liquorice had.

When even a child thinks about squeezing it tightly, the stick should be longer if it uses this principle. From the ratio of fulcrum to force point to action point, the distance between fulcrum and action point is short, and the distance between fulcrum and force point is longer to move the barrel lid with smaller force. Rationally, the longer it takes, the more efficient it will be.

But here's the problem.

It's a long stick diagonally fixed, so if you have to grab it, you have a stick pretty high up.

The barrel itself is as long as the child's back, but because it extends from it, the handle of the stick is far beyond the child's back length.

Even the tallest marc with four children has a handshake in a position that looks up.

"You can't reach it by stretching your back. Is it critical if we jump up? It's a little unreachable."

"Marc's a chick."

"Let it go. Lumi would be smaller than me."

"I'm going to stretch."

I'll stretch, too.

The lowest height pais originally, the children on the spot. Lumi or Liquorice women. Or even Marc, he's not going to reach it.

I twist my head with what's wrong.

"Do you want me to put Lumi on your shoulder?

Isn't that the other way around?

Lumi and Marc, who are always noisy, are conscious of trying to help Pace alone.

I can't deny that there are some cute calculations of bruises that would allow me to taste the prototype.

"I may have other hands, but it's a corner, and can you try it with your shoulder car first?

"Leave it to me."

If you let the Marcarlo boy crouch and fall back, the lumi crosses by making sure to pinch the boy's neck with his thighs.

Pais looks at it, too.

"Marc, your face is burning."

"Ugh, let it go!!

The look on Marc's face, which was sloppy and loose for the benefit of a girl's thigh feel. Marc panicked unexpectedly when Pais pointed that out to him.

Most of all, if you're a girl riding up there, I don't care about that. Instead, I rush the boy under my leg just to do it.

"Come on, get it up."

"I get it. Let's go, no!!

Boy's, full of strength. I don't even take care of the people on top, I just lift them up. It's a good idea that Marc is working out his body, even if he can just have each child.

Those being put on board, even if it is an obviously unstable move, remain firmly in shape without upsetting the balance. It is good to see that the lumi is also quite well trained just because one scale of riding technique can be seen.

"Well, heavily shit!!

"What, are you fighting and selling? Don't be rude to such a poor maiden."

"Where's the pity? You need to be a little more discreet. You're usually angry when you treat a woman too conveniently."

It is a teenage boy who has no shards in mind. Whatever the next lord of natural sketchy beauty, Marc has no qualities for it. The allegation that it is heavy for women is taboo.

If you are a mistress who is not reluctant to use force, you have no hesitation in daring to use your feet to counter such taboos.

"Lumi, you can't strangle me on a boulder. Marc will fall."

"Eh."

"Gee ho ho... Lumi, you're going to kill me!!

Though he was strangled, it was a big deal that he didn't have a fluff at his feet, Pace thought.

Even if I just find out that the archery of swordsmanship seems to be well loaded, is it a harvest?

"Don't be twisted, are you going to reach for it in the condition of a shoulder car for now?

"Mm, somehow."

"Well, try lowering the stick as you go"

"Ok...... and abuuuuuuuuuuu!!

He was a lumi who tried to lower his stick well, but in the meantime he realized the danger.

With the stick, it moved all the way to the barrel.

"Oops, I forgot to fix the barrel"

"Ah, hey, hey."

It is only a barrel that is placed in the sight. No matter how stuck the contents are, I can't help it move. Not to mention the fact that if you are in the state of Tsukiko, the force applied is quite great.

Pais searched for something to fix for a while, but yes, there is no reason why there is such a thing conveniently. Inevitably, Pace and Liquorice decided to hold the barrel tight.

On top of that, Lumi grabs the stick again.

"Looks like we should go this time."

"Well, let's do it."

As Lumi lowered the stick while riding the shoulder car, the juice stained out of the gap in the barrel.

The peppery and savoury paste was also sweet to the satisfaction.

Yeah, yeah, and nodding Pais.

And then, if you squeeze it carefully, the juice should work. That's what I thought.

But in the world, that's not how it all works out.

Among other things, it is natural that something called a child is not inherently proficient. Double innocent prank boy. Based on the flirtatious girl, I can't help but bother to use my strength if I slow down.

"Sounds good."

That said, Luminito makes sure he hangs on the stick and jumps out of his shoulder car. The daughter of the old woman is very impressive.

From her point of view, I thought about putting on some weight at once and finishing the juice quickly.

I guess this was an action I thought about becoming her, but the result becomes unexpected.

- Missy.

I heard an unpleasant noise, as soon as I thought. The stick breaks in momentum.

The principle of this is the amplification device that increases the small force. But the force hangs somewhere other than the point of action.

As a result, the stick was unbearably broken. I can't wait to see who I was grabbing.

"Fugi."

If there's anything lucky about it, isn't it that tall? Precision is about the height of a child's jump.

Still, the unbalanced girl gets a grand feather that sticks from her ass to the ground.

"Damn... it hurts"

"I knew it was heavy."

"Ugh. You shouldn't do it with such a tiny stick. What would you do if you left a mole in your ass?"

Lumi with her butt.

Clear shame and other things didn't grow up because of her brothers. She tried to get her raw ass out and see if she was moled, even though there were two men on this occasion. It was Liquorice and Marc who panicked about this.

Liquorice comes from her ethics as a same-sex. Marc is out of shame as a heterosexual.

And when it came to what Pais, who had nothing to panic about, was distracted by the broken prototype juicer. Watch with a broken stick.

"Is it a failure...... uhm"

Roaring pais. There will be several suggestions for improvements to the prototype in the boy's head right now.

To a boy like that, a girl calls out. Lumi finished confirming the mole, so she calmed down, it's Liquorice.

"I knew it wasn't going to be that easy."

"Even if reason is good, is strength still a problem? It's also difficult to make wood any more sturdy in our territory... why not just make it all iron?"

"That would be good too... er..."

Liquorice at last.

I've come up with something about her, but she's a drawn-in personality, so it's hard to say.

The boy, merciful of such a girl, prompts ahead with a gentle smile.

"Say anything. This kind of prototype is made for you to say a lot, so you don't have to be angry."

"I'm not talking about this device."

"Yeah, I'm fine. Say it."

"My fathers make wine in their territory, so I thought there might be some tools there to squeeze moisture..."

It is a shift in ideas.

Liquorice, who saw the prototype, came to the idea that there might be a grape (grape) juicer for the same purpose.

I guess the difference between the way we faced Pace, who was thinking about how to improve it, and Liquorice, who tried to match it with existing knowledge when she saw something completely new.

"I didn't have that idea. Well, if you already have the tools you deserve as an application, why don't you get one too? There will be no weirder failures, and there may be something new."

On the convinced face of Pong and Hand Striking Pais, what is not funny is Lumi.

"After all, I just hurt my ass."

"Well, I'll have Lumi try the prototype again."

"Then forgive me."

It's best to fish with food to forgive the eating humans, and Pais forgives Lumi for her dissatisfaction.

"Now, when you have a goal to improve the efficiency of squeezing in a wine juicer, is it a problem with the rest of the squeeze after that?"

"It's going to be quite a lot."

"I have an idea."

"Hey, what are you gonna do? You're gonna use it as fuel?

For weight loss of garbage, the most common method is incineration.

It is well known that burning reduces the volume of waste, and then it is your word if it is substituted for firewood.

But Pace shook his head at the idea.

"There are many hard verses, so it's not suitable for fuel. In fact, I was ready to buy the goats next time."

"What does that have to do with garbage?

"I'm trying to see if I can't feed the rest of the squeeze. Originally, it seems that the mollusc in this hand is used for livestock feed."

"Heh, so you're waiting for the goat"

"Right. Goats can also help, so if this squeeze feeds you, you might be able to increase the number."

Children born and raised in Mortaire territory only know that goats are a few that have been brought as a livestock cultivation attempt. I don't remember a few of them very well, either, because they were crushed after a while, as if they could vandalize fallow land.

What they remember is, one way or another, afterwards.

"Goat's Vanilla Grill... It's delicious"

Lumi, who's out there?

"Juru... go"

If it is a highly viable vanilla (herb), it has long been grown in Mortarn territory. Simple dishes with herbs and salty meats have been served at festivals.

It was a treat for a rural territory that also eats less meat, and about half a moon was so popular that the topic couldn't be exhausted just because of that sentiment.

"In the meantime, in conjunction with obtaining a juicer for wine, we must also rush to make arrangements for goats. I'll talk to the Shiites once."

"Aye ~"

Leaving behind a broken prototype and childhood tamers, Pace returns to the mansion. While I have wasted feelings that the mansion has also become vainly spacious.

Pais opened the office door at the same time as Knock, and there was his father. I should have stuffed the King's Capital on errands for a while, but apparently he was back.

"Father, were you back? Welcome home."

"Uhm."

It was a casserole in response to my son's greeting, but its face does not float. Looks like he was in the middle of a serious consultation, face-to-face with the squire chief Shiites.

I wonder what happened, the boy is surprised.

"What's wrong with you?

"Boy, we're in trouble."

"Trouble?

What are the troubles said by the squire chief?

When I hear that, Pais only faces it unexpectedly. For Pais now, it seems like the earliest possible harassment.

"The war has begun"