The rice fields visible from the hermitage were lined with people planting rice seedlings.
Isuke, who had finished his work, approached from the other side of the ridge.
When Isuke discovered Shozaburo and bowed even more deeply, the villagers who were with him followed suit.
Shozaburo responded by touching the brim of his hat, and Takido bowed his head in greeting.
“I’m thinking about learning how to plant rice seedlings by mixing in with the villagers.” Something I had been thinking about for a while suddenly came out of my mouth.
“How much fun it would be if we learned the rice planting song.”
Shozaburo smiled.
“I think you should do as you wish, Taki-sama, but I would like to take this opportunity to say something.”
Then he told me to think about remarrying.
“Dedicating yourself to caring for your father is an example of filial piety that can be an example to all.
But Taki has his own life.
“It would be a shame to lose interest in the world’s persimmon trees and say that only bitter persimmons grow on them just because you happen to pick one.”
Taki burst out laughing and said, “Oh my.”
“Is my ex-husband a bitter persimmon?”
“It must have been a large, bitter persimmon.
The shell may have been sweet.”
Shozaburo laughed heartily and left.

--- pp.48-49

As Goga started to cry, Gankichi, who had been comforting her at first, gradually became upset and angry.
“You are a nurse after all, so show some composure.”
Why is Goga crying?
Why did Narima come to Gokoin secretly, as if taking advantage of the darkness?
Why do we need such a wonderful lattice room?
“……Nari.” Go taught, wiping away tears with his sleeve.
“Our little Nari.
They said he lost his mind.
Do you know what I mean? This is… …” He placed his palm over his heart.
“My heart is broken.
“You’re trapped in this mansion.”
Gocoin has become such a place.

--- pp.86-87