Chapter 100 – Dryad (End)
15 mu of wheat. Though the region was bigger, it still did not have winds. The large field of wheat were all standing erect. A scene of dazzling golden yellow.
Seeing that Rumont was paying attention to the wheat, a faint mote of light transformed into a semi-translucent data screen. Previously, it had conveyed a single message, it now conveyed another: “Wheat type B has already matured. You may harvest it.”
This wheat variety could increase productions by 20%, thus when Rumont planted these at the start, he was quite excited and expectant. If he took these out and regarded it as rice plants, then it would be really invigorating.
Only, gazing at such a large area of wheat rippling about, Rumont had truly made a mistake. This wasn’t 1 or 2 mu, but instead it was 15 mu of wheat ah!
“15 mu……” although he had long ago thought of how troublesome it would be during harvesting time, personally seeing this kind of scenario and once again imagining the exhausting work of harvesting, Rumont felt it was just as a thorny problem it was before.
Even if he did harvest the seeds and let the rest of it decompose, merely having such a large area, how many days would he have to work for eh? Rumont made a bitter face as he gazed at the land that awaited him to harvest the wheat……
Ay, there’s no helping it, let’s work it. When all was said and done, there was also a time limit on harvesting; the tenants of his estate was also just in the need of wheat grains. Rumont needed to gather the wheat grains as soon as possible and provide it to the tenant farmers. Only then would this guaranteed that the farm crops this year wouldn’t be affected in any way.
After making his mind up, Rumont then extracted his mind out of the Shennong Horn spatial region and placed his sight onto the sickles in the corner.
The secret of the Shennong Horn spatial region absolutely couldn’t be made known to outsiders; there basically never existed any intentions in having the help of others. Furthermore, even if others wanted to help, they neither could. He had long prepared the equipment for harvesting.
Not only were there 10 sharp sickles, there was even one sufficiently hard and sturdy hay cutter; there was even an countless of bags. There was also a large bamboo basket that could be carried on the back. Rumont first placed these items within, before then submerging his mind into the Shennong Horn spatial region again.
After returning to the spatial region, Rumont then placed the bamboo basket down and first took out the hay cutter. Afterwards, he carried one sharp sickle and went towards the 15 mu of wheat.
It was the first time that he harvested farm crops himself. As Rumont saw it, although the hay chopper within his hand wasn’t heavy, it was still harder to control than the sword!
In accordance with the actions of the people harvesting crops from within his memory, Rumont took hold of a stalk of wheat and afterwards brandished the sickle within his hand. It was just once.
The result of his first brandish of the sickle was considered to be not bad. Even though overall he felt that the sickle within his hand was a touch fluttery and not at all easy to use, with his cautious and careful actions, this stalk of wheat was still easily cut down by him. Afterwards, it was placed by him, into the large bamboo basket behind him.
An initial victory. It permitted Rumont the inexperienced harvester to have a bit more confidence and embraced the “it’s actually not that hard” mentality. He continued to brandish the sickle and on with the harvesting.
However, the initial complacent of Rumont, by the time a mu wasn’t even half harvested, he had then been completely smashed apart by reality!
Because he needed to brandish the sickle often, Rumont’s arm was already aching beyond relief, and his back was even soon appearing to snap; if he straightened it, then he didn’t want to again bend it.
As for the palm that grasped onto the sickle, it was even showing the traces of a red hue, it was aching greatly.
Who would have thought that each piece of food on a plate, would contain such bitter toiling! This was still only just the harvesting and not worrying about anything else. This already made him cut quite the sorry figure. Thinking of the hard working farmers, Rumont gently heaved a sigh. Afterwards, he gritted his teeth and once again began to carry on harvesting.
The golden coloured wheat waves, under Rumont’s sickle, was beginning to decrease bit by bit. And at a place not too farm from Rumont’s rear, where the well harvested wheat was being piled, it was also beginning to be ever increasingly higher.
Because the wheat grains were enough to have 15 mu of lands filled, Rumont thus, did not count on then being able to completely harvest it all within 1 or 2 days. His thoughts were to harvest at least 3 mu and above in 1 day. To first take this portion of wheat and take it out to use as seeds.
In this way, he’ll plant it as he harvested it. Within 5 days, he would harvest all of the wheat grains, and nearly plant all the wheat grains down. He wouldn’t waste the outside time for growing crops.
After firming his resolution, Rumont then began to harvest.
Though his current physique was many times stronger than when on Earth, he still did not have any advantage in this aspect. Rumont could only harvest for half an hour, before tiring out that he practically needed to crawl.
Each time this occurred, Rumont would always set his gaze towards the sapling, he could sense that the consciousness within was still in a hibernating stage of recovery. Thinking of the record within the Druid textbook, Rumont’s mind then filled with expectations———it was said that the appearances of a dryad were all beautiful maidens; which was nothing much. The most critical point was that they were all experts at working with plants.
Because they couldn’t leave very far from the tree, they did not at all treat loneliness as a hardship.
Thinking of this, each time when Rumont was tired as a dog, he would then come to the side of the sapling and recline next to it, speaking to the sapling as he rested. So long as he thought of nearby future, that he would have a dryad appear, it would make Rumont quite comforted.
After half a night of struggling, 2 mu fields of wheat had became increasingly smaller, as Rumont painfully yet merrily harvested. At long last, he completed his harvesting work.
Rumont placed the well harvested wheat onto the empty ground. At this moment, it was already stacked into several large and high piles of wheat. And at this time, Rumont’s suffering had only barely begun. In the following period of time, Rumont carried out threshing the 2 mu field of wheats; in order to gather the wheat grains.
When all the grains had broken away and were packed, Rumont had expended a large amount of strength, filling the countless of bags with wheat grains. Rumont who had already been tormented for one night, faced upwards in the end and crashed towards the meadow behind him.
Reclining in the figure for the character of man1, he exhaled a long sigh. 2 mu fields. 200 kilograms of grains had finally been arranged ah! Even Rumont felt a bit of admiration to himself. Since he was able to be by his lone self, harvest all the wheat and further gather up all the grains, all within such a short period of time.
Extending both of his arms out, he placed them in mid-air to examine. At this time, the hand that grasped the sickle was already numbed and indistinct, and the other hand, was also filling with calluses; his palm was aching with painful heat. Even though it was like this, looking at a place close by that was full of harvested bags, Rumont’s mind was still joyous.
After some rest, Rumont then withdrew from the region.
“Healing spell!” Rumont unleashed it silently. Shortly, a green light shrouded his hands. The broken skin and new calluses disappeared completely.
After a bout of toiling, exhaustion and weakness rushed through his entire body. Rumont struggled to open a small case, which contained food inside. This was prepared because he would frequently experiment away and forget a meal.
Rumont devoured ravenously. After he finished eating, he let off a long burp.
Rumont exerted himself in taking the 5 jute bags of wheat grains, and successfully dragged each one up from the underground chambers. Heavy noises of footsteps sounded when the leather shoes came into contact with the marble floor.
At this time, the key of the grand hall was switched on. A loli entered with a little bell tied, her name was also called Jingle (the meaning was interpreted from this moment). At this moment, she suddenly saw Rumont.
“My Lord, you didn’t sleep the night?” the lass asked stutteringly, her gaze saw the bloodshot eyes of Rumont.
Rumont did not reply to this question, instead he immediately said: “when Fudi comes, you can then give him these grains, understand?”
“Yes, my Lord!” answered Jingle.
Rumont no longer bothered with her. A small room was next to the grand hall, which was a resting room; there was a small bed inside. Naturally, it wasn’t as comfortable as the main building, but at this stage, Rumont was neither fussy. He threw himself onto the bed and then seemed to have submerged himself into the soft mattress; he emitted sounds of satisfaction.
And it was at the time he was about to drift into slumber, that all of a sudden, a pair of small hands landed on his shoulders, wandering about each sections and muscle of his back. Occasionally it would knead, occasionally it would beat. Shortly, the pain and relaxation appeared at the same time, genuinely gentle and moderately between hard and soft.
Rumont opened a sliver of one eye and saw Jingle struggling to massage him. Because of exertion, her snow white face was giving rise to a pink hue, under the morning light, it appeared especially dazzling.
A scent that belonged to the youth of a young maiden wafted into the air. Rumont’s expression gradually relaxed. Soon, he slept with snoring. After a long time, the girl sounded an “ah” and pulled her hands back.
A moment later, someone entered.
“Who is it?” she pretended to be calm as she asked.
“Jingle, the Lord told me to come see him first thing in the morning.” Fudi said.
“Oh, I already know of the matter. The Lord instructed me to give this to you.” Jingle pointed at the rough bags.
Fudi followed his vision over and saw the bags, he also saw Rumont resting in the bed. He smiled as he nodded. He lowered his body and untied the burlap bag, shortly, wheat grains then appeared. The insides were mixed with a large amount of wheat stalks.
These were completely fresh. Fudi knew this the moment he saw it. Feeling it, he let out a confused expression. But thinking of the large amount of cultured soil underground, he also understood. Who would know of the profoundness of a Druid eh?
A 1000 mu of land was cultivated and split into 3 areas. There was only 300 mu for planting wheat fields, the other 2 areas were all planted with other yearly crops. But after estimating, these grains were probably only able to meet the needs for a third of the wheat fields.
People viewed food as the primary need. He would then plant these first and again talk with the Lord tonight. This bit of wheat grains wouldn’t satisfy the needed requirements!
Fudi did not say anything and went back. Immediately after, several males entered and also as much as possible, lightly walked and lightly moved the grains out. Outside awaited the anxious tenant farmers, they immediately welcomed it.
Farmlands began to fill with bustling……everything seemed to have no concern with the fast asleep Rumont.
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