He finally understood that a commoner was a person who was not a commoner.
He was busy working at home every day.
In the fields.
The hard work of farming.
He wanted to make a move against him.
The fruits of hard work.
That kind of joy.
Because I truly understand.
An ordinary citizen.
Because every day.
They all worked hard.
Every day, she would be at the vegetable garden dam at home.
Every day, he would be in his own field.
work hard
Then, he would personally look at her.
The fruits of labor harvested in autumn.
It was a feeling of happiness.
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