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Sakai's family was still cheerful.


 The master was sitting on the other side of the long-flame brazier.


Hoso-kun left the brazier, approached the shoji on the marginal side, and turned to him.


After the master, there was a wall clock in a long black frame.


The right side of the clock was a wall and the left side was a bag cabinet.


I could see stone slides, haiku paintings, and fan-less bones.


 In addition to the master and Hoso-kun, two girls wearing a cloth with a uniform sleeve sleeve rubbed their shoulders and sat down.


One looked twelve, and the other looked like ten.


With their big eyes aligned, they turned to Sosuke, who came in from behind the fusuma, but the shadows of the smiles they had just smiled on were still visible in their eyes and mouth.


Sosuke tentatively looked around the room and found that in addition to this parent and child, a strange man was still near the entrance.


Before Sosuke sat down for five minutes, he learned that the laughter from the beginning came from the question and answer exchanged between this strange man and Sakai's family.


The man had red hair that was likely to be rough due to dust and a strong color that would not fade away for the rest of his life.


Wearing a white cotton robe with a button on a setomono, and making a long round stroke like a purse string from the collar of a hard handwoven cloth, it seems that it is rare in the distant mountains where there is no opportunity to go to Tokyo etc. I could only accept it as something.


On top of that, the man took out a little knee kid, even though it was cold, pulled out the handcloth that was inserted into the butt of the dark blue Kokura belt, and rubbed his nose.


"This is a man who comes out of Tokyo to wear cloth from the country of Kai," said the master of Sakai, and the man turned to Sosuke.


He said, "Please, buy one, my husband."


I see, it was Meisen, a calle, and white pongee scattered all over.


Sosuke was rather strange to walk with a good article on his back, despite the strange appearance and language of this man.


According to the owner, Mr. Hosou-kun, the village where this weaver lives is full of burnt stones and rice and millet can not be collected, so it is unavoidable to plant mulberry and keep silkworms, but it seems to be a very poor place. It was a story that there was only one house with a wall clock, and there were only three children who attended elementary school.


"It seems that this person is the only person who can write," said Hosou-kun, laughing.


Then the weaver also


"It's true, wife.


I can't read, write or write anything else.


It's definitely outrageous," seriously agreed with Mr. Hosou.


⇒ The woven cloth posed various fabrics in front of the master and Hosou-kun, and repeatedly repeated the words "buy me".


If it is said that it is expensive to lose, it's not a value, "I want to buy it because I worship", "Well, look at my eyes" All such strange answers did.


Every time everyone laughed.


The husband and wife seemed to be quiet again, and for the fun half, they struck the weaving shop forever.


"Weaving shop, you're going to carry your load, go outside, and when it's time to go, you'll probably eat a set," Hosou-kun asked.


"You can't eat rice.


I'm hungry."


"Where do you eat?"


"What kind of place do you eat at a teahouse?"


The owner laughed and asked what a teahouse was.


Oriya answered that the place to eat was a teahouse.


The food was very good when I left for Tokyo, so I talked about saying that when I was hungry and started eating, most inns did not come true, I was sorry to eat it three or three times, and everyone laughed again. did.


Finally, the weaving shop sold a twisted pongee and a white gauze to you.


Sosuke saw the person who can buy summer gauze in this squeeze, and felt that the one that he could afford was exceptional.


Then, the master turned to Sosuke,


"How are you doing, something else?


Even if his wife wears clothes," he recommended.


Hosono-kun also offered the convenience of being able to buy at a somewhat low price if he bought it at such an opportunity.


And then


"What payment is always good," he accepted.


Sosuke finally bought a piece of Meisen for his rice.


The owner defeated it and lost to three yen.