How to Survive in the Roanoke Colony-Chapter 113: Transition to Settlement (2)

After all, there's not much inside, and they think they can just build again.

So they demolished the randomly built tents and huts and moved as Hewett instructed.

But Gostango... shivers before clearing his tent.

"Hey, what's wrong?"

"Oh, nothing... I just... feel strange."

"What's wrong? There's not much inside, right?"

"No... actually, there's quite a bit. The iron axe and iron plow I received last time, for instance."

Those items were his treasures.

Thanks to that axe, getting timber became much easier than before, and with the iron knife, processing the meat and skin of game became incredibly easy.

It was thanks to doing fieldwork a bit longer than others and hunting foxes here and there.

Since acquiring those tools... something feels strange.

The timber piled up in his house increased, and as the speed and delicacy of processing game differed from others, the skins to trade for various items also increased.

As a result, various belongings increased significantly, making the tent cramped with no place to step, causing many inconveniences.

But thanks to that, winters became warmer and better food and fruit were obtained in summer.

Routine tasks became incredibly easy, and because of that, although the intensity of work increased, rest time also increased.

And this is the tent where those things are gathered. It's just a tent large enough for one person to shelter from rain and wind, stuffed with all sorts of things.

"Uh... c-could someone help me move my belongings? I'll share some Shine Muscat later."

At his words, others lazily get up and start helping Gostango move his belongings. After moving the tent, it became as spacious inside as the space where the Shine Muscat had been.

And a few more days pass.

"Everyone gather around!"

This time, some Chesapeake man comes and shouts. As everyone slowly gathers upon hearing the bell, he checks attendance, gives instructions to others behind him, and says:

"Everyone needs to move their living places! We can't live in tents forever, can we?"

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Gostango blinks. Oh, is that so? It seems fine to live as we are now?

"Do... do we really need to go through the trouble of moving? You're saying we have to build houses separately?"

"Yes. This was also decided by the assembly. Everyone come out and walk east. There, you'll find places marked with lines on the ground."

At those words, people start moving again. Soon Gostango sees places with lines drawn on the ground here and there.

...But, are we really building houses here?

Are these the boundaries of houses?

They're too... big?

But soon, looking around, Gostango's guess proves correct.

There are already houses built to fill those large areas here and there.

Houses built by Englishmen, Chesapeake people who came earlier, and so on.

They are given as if they were textbooks.

The meaning of this situation was clear.

"Each family chooses one of those squares and builds a house on it!"

Soon timber is given to Gostango, and very simple tools are placed in his hands.

And just like when they moved due to sewer construction, some people stand dazed and confused.

But Gostango seemed to roughly know what to build.

Those strange houses.

Houses with pointed roofs, walls raised with logs or wooden boards.

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Somehow, it felt like he should build such houses.

The walls should be painted white, and the roof green. As soon as he decided on the exterior, Gostango realized.

That he had been eyeing those houses.

Looking to the side, another person seemed to be building a large hut where shamans or chiefs used to stay. Covering the walls with bark, and making windows in the walls, something they had never seen before coming here.

As some built large houses one by one, those who didn't know what to do unconsciously followed them and built houses too.

The handling of tools had naturally become familiar through logging operations and simple tasks with other settlers.

So, one by one.

Not houses that would be full with two or three people sitting or lying down, but large houses that could accommodate 10 people comfortably were built.

Gostango soon realizes.

Somehow, it feels like he'll live in this house for the rest of his life.

Thinking about how to decorate which wall inside, and where to place walls, his hands and feet move faster.

Having a house makes him want things to fill it.

It makes him think about how to fill it.

He comes to stay in that house.

Like that.

The Tutelo tribe becomes a settled tribe.

They become Virginians.

==

Simple sewers are laid everywhere, and new residents are made to build houses. English carpenters supervise and help appropriately.

That's it.

That's how new houses are gradually supplied to new settlers.

Some might say it's too unplanned, or that everyone could just live as they used to...

Hoo, hoohoo, hoohoohoohoo.

Originally, people want to sit when standing, and lie down when sitting.

And as can be seen from children liking giant robots, palaces, and dinosaurs, humans naturally like big and grand things.

Deliberately, like model houses, completed houses were placed here and there near the newly built houses.

Houses that rise to a second floor and have areas of 200 square meters, 300 square meters each.

Seeing such houses, and looking at their household goods that have increased during their settlement life, how could they not build their own houses large?

As the size of houses increases, they'll want to put more things in them, right? Like newlyweds who've moved into an empty new house?

Then they'll start moving on their own from that point.

I'll divide and distribute land to everyone, so they'll somehow cultivate their fields while learning farming.

If everyone is busy with their own work, they'll have far fewer idle thoughts than when they're just sitting around doing nothing.

As they escape from the previous state of having too much time and not knowing what to do, they gradually become settlers...

Farming on the land they'll each receive...

And adapting to life in our community.

And, well.

They'll repay our various gifts with something.

That's how our community grows again.

And when the community grows...

'There's much more we can do.'

Well, that's a discussion for later.

In games too, housing is the final content. Since natives don't have much to do yet, I plan to add various additional content.

There must be something better.

==

Paulo, who had finished building his house, went to a nearby church building and met Vicente.

"Ah, that African from before! Nice to meet you!"

"Ah... yes."

"Have you finished building your house? Looking at your hands, it seems you've worked hard."

"Ah, haha, yes, I've finished."

He suppressed the urge to say that he hadn't been able to meet his companions for several days because of it. Then Vicente said:

"Then since you've completed your house, you'll soon receive land. Congratulations."

"...Land?"

"Hmm? Haven't you heard? This won't do. The newly cleared land is first distributed to those who have finished building their houses. About 50 hectares."

"...How much is that?"

"Ah, you don't know? Well, it's..."

"..."

"...that much."

At those words, Paulo blinked for a moment, spread both hands, and folded and unfolded his fingers.

Then with trembling hands, he calculated.

"S-so, 50 hectares is... how much did you say?"

"I'll tell you again."

So Paulo heard it again and.

His conviction began to seriously waver.