I was struck by the beautiful acorn fields that appeared in front of me, as if the harvest of delicious vegetables had undoubtedly been promised from fields that had until then grown weeds in hard soil.
It would be plain as the first magic to succeed on its own in a world where magic is different from the previous life.
But I was still glad.
I even wonder if there has ever been anything I've worked so hard to accomplish.
When I think about it, I've been able to figure out a lot of things in my previous life in advance.
It must have been a big step in my life in this world from being completely zero to being able to use magic.
With that in mind, I heard a loud noise from my stomach.
Hungry flesh will bring my thoughts back to reality.
Yes, it is.
Whatever it is, there's something more important to me now than magic.
You have to make something to eat anyway.
All right, let's plant this one.
My body is still making noises and insisting on hunger.
Grab the vegetables prepared by barely holding down the appetite, one of the three greatest desires that comes from the flesh, with reason.
The kind of root vegetables I was going to plant in the field.
Vegetables grow in a short period of time in the fields of most homes in poor farms.
What a surprise, it will be eaten in about 20 days.
However, this vegetable called "Hatsuka" is also famous for being less popular.
The taste is very bad.
Black lumps can form at the root of the hard stem, and it is used when it looks bad, and basically it seems to be commonly used as food for livestock.
That's why they call it junk vegetables for poor farmers.
This hatsuka is planted at equal intervals along with the magically tilled acorns.
No matter how notorious Hatsuka is, I don't care.
Anyway, I'm so hungry.
Damn it, if magic hadn't succeeded today, I might have regretted being reincarnated into this world.
I was made to realize how painful it was to be poor as a child.
"Isn't that strange?
I came to take care of the fields, which became a daily routine, and I snapped.
It was already a few days since I first succeeded in magic.
I used to activate magic in the soil once a day.
Thanks to this, a considerable amount of space has already been reborn from desolate land to shark soil.
However, the wider the scope, the more problematic I began to see.
It's "watering."
If you twist the faucet here, there will be no water supply and no hose.
He puts water into a bottle in his house and returns to the field.
The act of watering the fields is an unimaginable labor for me today, when I am three years old and have only a small flesh.
It would be best if I could drain the water by magic, but I'm in trouble because it doesn't work.
I managed to do the watering on this day as I said hehe.
There was something in my eyes that bothered me.
It is a hatsuka that was planted in the field on the first day.
Hatzka is a root vegetable with several small spherical roots under a thin, hard stem.
In about 20 days, the stems will bloom and become a landmark for the harvest.
But what a blossom on the first day of planting the hatsuka.
Obviously early.
Isn't it strange to say that it is too soon?
Hatzka with flowers at an obviously unusual speed.
However, I can't choose to leave it even if I know it is abnormal.
I put my hand on my chest to keep my heart beating, and then I held my breath and reached out to the stem of the hatsuka.
Whether it is firmly rooted in the earth, the hand that holds the stem is powered.
Pull your body down and pull it out all at once so that it weighs the entire weight of your small body.
"Oh, that's amazing. That's a lot."
I was surprised when the pants and the pulled-out hatsuka all came out of the ground.
Hatzka, which should normally have just a few chunks of edible roots at the end of the stem.
However, the hatsuka pulled out of this field has dozens of spherical roots.
And he took one of them with his hand, and hammered it with his hand.
I cleaned up the dirt.
Then immerse it in the water remaining in the barrel and drop all the fine soil on the surface.
"Gally"
I vigorously meshed my teeth with each other and bumped into the hatsuka.
At the moment, the bitter taste spreads into your mouth.
I almost spit it out of my mouth without feeling too bad.
But I would never do that.
Because I already know it's not delicious.
"Vuuuuuu. It's not good ~"
Almost unconsciously.
But my eyes were laughing behind those words.
It finally gave me hope of escaping hunger.
This is how the agricultural revolution began in me.