The cursed girl is not disqualified in the world

Stopping and stopping along the way, it was me who walked, and Osamu Dazai, the idiot who stopped.

"Miss Aoi, this fruit looks juicy and full. I'll pick some to quench your thirst." As he spoke, the idiot Osamu Dazai waved his sleeves away from the birds around the fruit, and carefully picked out the red fruit. Pick it off the branch.

"Miss Aoi, the sun is a bit harsh right now, you go for a walk under the shade of the tree. Come, use this dress to cover the sun." The idiot Osamu Dazai pulled me closer to the tree trunk, and did not forget to put it on my head Throw on a light outer shirt.

"Miss Aoi, be careful of the thorns in front of you. Go slowly, and I will clear the obstacles in front of you." The idiot Osamu Dazai took a dagger he got from somewhere, and swung it vigorously, with a sharp silver blade Cut the weeds ahead.

"Miss Aoi..."

"Miss Aoi..."

The idiot Osamu Dazai can always find various reasons to disturb my progress, biting the sweet fruit, I am a little annoyed at his interference.

Idiot, when we are lingering like this, when will we get to the next village.

Smoke started to ignite in the distant valley behind him, presumably the farmers were preparing to eat.

I also want to eat sweet white rice and unagi with rich sauce.

"Miss Aoi, look, I caught a rabbit, let's eat roasted rabbit tonight, okay?" The idiot Dazai Osamu was holding the rabbit's ears with a joyful smile on his face.

"I want the sweet and spicy." I think the sweet and spicy roast is the best.

"Then we'll make sweet and spicy flavors at night." Osamu Dazai nodded, thinking about where to get some chili peppers as an auxiliary ingredient.

The problem of chili peppers did not bother the idiot Osamu Dazai for long, because at the beginning of the sunset, we arrived at the small village on the other side of the mountain, and successfully exchanged an appropriate amount of chili powder from the farmers.

"This was the last time when I met a merchant selling foreign goods, my man deliberately replaced it with the stripped buckskin. I have never been willing to use it. Now that I can exchange some money, it can be regarded as solving the family's food problem." The woman who exchanged chili powder with Osamu Dazai talked to me like this.

Anyway, I have nothing to do at this time, and I have the fool Dazai cooking for dinner, so I can chat with him without any need.

Me: "Do you usually exchange things with merchants? Don't you go to the market?"

The woman sighed: "Yes, isn't there a war everywhere now? The market has long been closed, and even if it was open, there were very few people selling or buying things. The situation is too chaotic, everyone I dare not go out, because I am afraid that after leaving home, I will never come back.”

Me: "Does the merchant come here often? How often?"

The woman recalled carefully: "It's not necessarily true, it depends on luck. If luck is good, the merchants do not encounter wars, and the weather is pleasant, we can meet merchants almost once a month; There will be no merchants coming to us."

One month to half a year, I don't know when the peppers that were replaced before were replaced?How far did the merchant carry the chili powder on his back before the replacement?

Have those chili powders gone bad?I was suddenly a little worried about dinner.

While chatting, the woman suddenly slapped her hands: "Oh, look at my memory. My man is coming back from the mountains today, and I haven't prepared dinner for him yet."

The woman who remembered something important turned around and went back to the wooden house. Not long after, blue smoke came out of the small window.

With no one to chat with, I had no choice but to walk to my temporary foothold tonight.

The temporary foothold is a dilapidated house that looks doubtful whether it will be blown away by a gust of wind. It stands next to the woman's house, and it is an ownerless house that the woman found for us.

"The man in this family was dragged away by the government to fight. The wife took all her property and ran away because she couldn't wait for the man to come back. Fortunately, they haven't been married for long and haven't had time to have children, so even if the woman It’s okay to run away. You just make do with it, and I’ll find some bedding for you at night.” These were the woman’s exact words.

So me and the idiot Osamu Dazai temporarily lived in that wooden house that looked dangerous from the outside due to lack of maintenance.

Opening the crumbling door, I was concerned about food safety, and immediately asked Osamu Dazai about chili.

Osamu Dazai shook his head: "I've smelled it. It's fresh chili powder. It was probably made within a month and a half. There shouldn't be any problem."

That's good.

I let go.

During the time waiting for the roasted rabbit, because I was too idle, I lost to the heavy eyelids in the jumping and warm red firelight.

When I woke up again, in front of my eyes, in addition to the fragrant rabbit legs, there were also some unknown pieces of roasted black meat.

I poked Heitan with my chopsticks: "What is this?"

Stupid Osamu Dazai came out from the other side: "This is something brought by the husband of the woman who traded chili powder with us during the day. According to him, it is a squirrel he picked up on the mountain. Because it has been scorched by the fire, although There was little meat, but it was still edible, so I just brought it back."

He reached out and took the plate of charcoal-black squirrel meat away from my chopsticks: "Just now, when the man delivered the quilts to us, he shared some of the squirrel meat with us."

After getting the answer, I diverted my attention without interest: "He gave you squirrel meat, probably because he wanted to sell it to you."

Osamu Dazai nodded: "I also guessed what he meant, so I told him that we will pay them together with the money for the bedding tomorrow."

I took another look at the black charcoal meat, and the extremely poor appearance made people frown: "This thing is completely inedible, throw it away."

Osamu Dazai did not refuse: "Well, before going to sleep, I will take them out and find a place to bury them."

Afterwards, I shared the roasted rabbit with the idiot Osamu Dazai.Some fruits are also added to the meal to avoid the appearance of nutritional imbalance.

As I gnawed on the rabbit's leg, I suddenly thought of a small question: "Why did that man find the charred squirrel?"

Osamu Dazai stopped chewing, and recalled the previous conversation with the man: "It seems that when the man was hunting, he found a place on fire in the mountains, so he went to check and found it near the fire. Burnt squirrel."

"Fire? Will that spread here?"

"Probably not, the man said, 'By the time he got to the place where the fire started, the fire had already been extinguished. Because it was only a small cave that was burned, he left after confirming that there were no injured people inside."

"oh, I see."

After confirming that the fire had been extinguished, I continued to gnaw on the rabbit leg in my hand with confidence.