It Seems I Came to Another World, Now What Should I Do

As the children run around cheering straw, they hand out a small sickle. It seems that children have also been harvesting with adult sickles for a long time, but I have heard that they are often injured due to carelessness and round-ups, so I consulted with Ness and Dollar to have them mass-produce some size. I've heard stories about being wasted when you grow up, but by then, you can take it over to another kid. All non-standard sizes shall be managed in the museum as loans from lords. I will also take care of it here, so the cuts are bad, and there won't be any serious injuries due to wasted effort.

Are children used to being coached by teachers at school? When teachers speak up, they get together and listen carefully. It's still a short time, but I'm glad it turned out that I asked for education specifically in fostering trust and collective action. If it's the size of a village, there's a side connection, but if it's all over town, it's only connected to the size of your neighbor. Since school was established, there have also been reports that parents have been able to connect from child to child connection. I wonder if it will also be a driving force in building a future autonomous organisation.

"Then let's start pruning!!

When I speak, young and old alike, together with the honking voice, I begin to wave the sickle at once. The paddy fields are drained of water and cracks can be seen everywhere. Inaho is plump and every grain is swollen and his head is dripping heavy. It delights my eyes with a golden tidal stream, sounding like a small bell when the wind touches me every time it crosses. Together, the wheat harvests, but varies from variety to breed. This seems to be due to intentional shifts in harvest times to avoid annihilation due to natural disasters etc. Reflecting on planting everything at once with the floating feeling that I had to take such measures with regard to rice, I mix it up with everyone and start bumping and pruning. I was watching, but it seemed good that the splitting was going fine. As for the temperature, it felt cooler than in Japan, so I thought I might have to add nitrogen fertilizer, but if I had done it, I might have overgrown. Good thing the soil seemed more suitable than I thought.

"Do you tie and dry?

Fir, who is sharply pruning ahead, asks as she looks back.

"I need it to dry and make it delicious."

I ask that the nutrients be absorbed by the ear by spraying the rice ho down, or that amino acid degradation occurs by drying on a daily basis and taste is increased, but I can't help it because I can't dry the machine. The dragons who are heading out for the "Fia" are circling, so I don't just worry about the rain because I can get a weather forecast.

"That's a lot more. Three bottles at a time."

Turn the bunch the lot cut upside down and squeal on the count. The number of oranges per minute ranges from fifteen to seventeen. The Japanese farmer said that around twenty to twenty-three sides were the guidelines for pruning, but I think it was caused by draining the water because I wondered if it would be better not to split them when Toho started coming out and gained weight. Later, if I didn't put medium drying in, the soil was too soft during pruning and my hips were about to die again.

"Wheat, three to a lot, about five."

I watched until the wheat was made for the first time, but it split into about ten bottles, but it was about three to five bottles that grew until I finally had ears.

"Rice, is it about fifteen? I heard it would increase, but it's true..."

I know there was a God bonus in my first year, but I'm going to think it was better with a lot of work than I thought. It was hot in the summer, and I wonder if it was ideal at the beginning of autumn that the typhoon also migrated to a slightly cooler eye. I nod with a smile on my face, and then I even keep waving my sickle. In the end, by the time all the pruning was done, I'd just be a creature falling into the shore and taking a short breath.... my hips are dying...

Drinking a cup of tea and looking rarely at the rice hanging by the children, he proceeded to de-grain the wheat with the stepping de-graining machine he had asked Ness to do. It would be efficient enough because the evolution of the tools had stopped in this world, where it was pinched and de-grain with something like thick chopsticks or bamboo jane. That this would also be detrimental to the idea that it would be good if I could do the least I could do.

I smile as the kids scream for fun and scream that their ears fall off every time I slap them on the edge.

"Don't get too close because it's dangerous."

Liz and the others speak up, but there's no way they can curtail the curiosity of the kids, and they're nailed to a new toy that goes around close. Farmers also sip and watch that their efforts can be considerably reduced. I was surprised when I started sorting with Tang Yi (and Umi) because some wives started crying out. From grain removal to sorting is the work of women and children, so they had a lot of difficulty. So when you finish lecturing the farmer, the harvest is over. After that, I decided to wait excitedly to see if it was a real meal.