Summer. When it comes to Japanese time, it's time to go into August. The world over here - or this country - does not seem to have the equivalent of a rainy season, and I was fortunate to be unrelated to the stifling heat and humidity, but still have hot days. In this season, when the leaves grew on the edges of the trees and the weeds grew, we took care of the fields at best.
Initially, we thought about growing vegetables to complement our meals, but the priority of vegetables was lower because only vegetables delivered from time to time by the concerned villagers would suffice. But we decided to let them play with the cleaned fields around the corner, so we decided to get our hands on growing the herbs.
In fact, there are so many varieties of medicinal herbs - not many as quantities - growing around Edge Village here that I would like to say how much this is. So instead of specimening or sketching a worn individual with a broken stem and a bug eater, he wondered if we could cultivate this to make a specimen in impeccably complete condition. Originally it was supposed to be a cover story to hide who I am, but as a result I became obsessed with packing that setting when I tried to make it.
Together, strains collected from the open were replanted in the field and worked on herbal cultivation with the help of Heifer and Winn, who had wood magic, and Winn's children. Once the stock had grown to some extent, techniques such as strain division, insertion buds and leaf insertion were used, and even Japanese fertilizers and drugs were used to colonize it. Tissue culture was also considered for a moment, but this was just self-weighing. Then the herb had grown with horrible momentum, or because the soil magic holding, including Slay, had worked hard to improve the soil, and because of drugs from other worlds. The herb itself had also become stronger. As soon as we found the herbs that seemed to be available, which accounted for the flavour, we proceeded to cultivate and grow from one end.
... You didn't think about the rest.
By the time fields less than one earl in size were almost filled with herbs, each strain had grown considerably and boasted qualities and quantities that were likely to work as commodities as well. Returning some bundles to the villagers I take care of on a daily basis, he was so delighted. Anything near the village, the variety of medicinal herbs is low in quantity, so it seemed difficult to secure the required quantity. My successful cultivation not only ensured my stockpile of herbs, but also reduced my efforts to collect them. It was supposed to be a bad idea, but...
"Exactly this much, can't we use up the whole village..."
"Huh. I've never seen enough herbs in my life."
"I think it will be sunny if you dry it and treat it..."
"Well, this amount, then, the other five years will be fine."
When we saw the herbs growing in a field like Earl's, we were halfway there.
"I wish you'd sold it."
"Can you sell it?
"I don't know... I've never grown or sold herbs. (Right) I don't know..."
Even if I think about it, it doesn't start, so I collect the part that can be used as a herb, and I shade it down into the method to sell it as a biologic medicine.
"Yes, the cabin stinks."
"You sure don't smell like herbs half the time..."
'Hanging enough to cover the ceiling, it's so compressive...'
'When I'm here, something, I may not have an appetite...'
When it dried up, it dried up, and a bunch of herbs filled the cabin and oppressed the living space. It was also currently the case that the disposition was no longer sudden (cucumber) in the eyebrows.
'I just have to dispose of it for a certain amount right now. I don't know how many herbs I can sell, so I need to find something else to sell, but I'll sell it when I'm ready.'
It was that time of year, when elves and beasts were running to prepare for the recapture of their compatriots.