Reincarnated as a Villager ~ Strongest Slow-life c12

Soojiki’s note: Attempting to post 1 chapter a day until I reach 20, then I’ll upload/work on the other projects. Enjoy! Also update its page with t.i.tles until chapter 20.

An hour barely pa.s.sed since I finished loading the firewood.

But, hmmm. 10 years has already pa.s.sed since I was born in this world but it felts as if time hasn’t really pa.s.s which is a miracle.

Seems that most people can easily tell the time of the day in this rural countryside. Like the time to sow the wheat seeds is all given from the discretion of the elders due to their intuitions and the village head can also determine when the harvest festival will start. There are times when census is taken but determining the year, the season, the dates and other information when they are born, there’s only about 5 people that knows how.

Incidentally, I also know what day and month it is for today but just knowing the seasons and how long the sun is up, became a daily habit that I just didn’t mind it. Why does the sun rise and sets behind the mountain? It’s useful in telling the time.

If that’s the case, why not know the time from a garden clock or a sun dial? If made, it’s not going to be completely accurate and you won’t know if the weather will be bad that day so it became a lost purpose and disregarded. Time is fuzzy here in the rural countryside.

I soon arrived in front of those two.

They’re still at it.

Toota and Sapull are both still engrossed in magic (black magic) training.

Is it because of our blood, or if it’s my fault that Sapull doesn’t seem to follow the trend that normal girls would follow? As in being fas.h.i.+onable and wanting dolls, instead of wanting to cook, use magic and hear stories.

Well, she is who she is. It’s fine if she does what she likes. But between Sapull
and Toota, which would leave the house first?

Of course, its fine if they stay here too. Our house is built so that it can even last until the 3rd generation.

Well, with my powers and earth magic, I can build Sapull a house when she gets married.

Why am I thinking so far into the future? Because I’m incidentally bringing over the packed food to Granny’s place.

I entered the storage cellar that’s dug behind the house, inside the mountain (dug from Earth magic).

Though it’s called a storage cellar, it can also be used as a shelter whose entrance is sealed with barrier magic. If a person happens to find this by any chances, they’ll be unable to enter it except my family.

Once entered, raw materials could be immediately seen. There’s storages sheds but also fences, agricultural tools and there’s no need to worry about it being stolen. Because there’s materials they won’t know how to use, atrocious things, and things relating to my side jobs that were left behind.

There’s a pa.s.sage leading inside to which after walking about 4 meters, you’ll land at the stair.

Going down leads to residential area, while upward leads to the preservation warehouse. By the way, the lights are made from sealing lights by applications of the barrier magic. Man, I never thought I could seal light with a barrier. This miracle power is super convenient.

“It certainly became a mountain of rubbish…”

I entrusted this place to Sapull a year ago and didn’t really understand the situation this has come to, but now I see that it is full.

I also happened to invent barriers that can stop time, the meats that are handle can become piping hot food! But, at the same time there’s too much saved right~?

“What else should I do besides taking it over to Granny’s place?”

After taking it over, it has about a 10-day shelf life expectancy. If I look at it entirely, it’ll only decreased to about 1%.

“Whaaat should I do~?”

I’m pretty sure that even if I make another preservation storage, in just about two years it’ll also get full. I’d sell it but the barrier is a secret matter. I’ve told Granny about my magic but she’ll understand immediately it’s not normal magic if seen.

My heart will jump if that information is leaked out, but I’m not stupid enough to do it openly. If I were to use it, I’d be kidnapped and used as a slave. What kind of joke would that be?

“I could be a peddling Anchan”

For that sake, it’ll provide various conveniences and I can be useful without
reserves.

“I can always just keep bringing it over to Granny every time”

I left outside after packing the items using the packing barrier I invented previously and putting it into the basket.