I was ecstatic when I saw a clean acreage field that appeared in front of me, as if a definitely tasty vegetable harvest had been promised from a field with weeds growing in the hard soil until then.
It would be truly plain as the first magic to succeed on its own in a magical existential world unlike in previous life.
But I was still happy.
It even makes me wonder if there would ever have been something so hard to accomplish.
If you think about it, you could have looked into more or less what I've been through in my previous life.
Getting from being completely zero to being able to use magic must have been a big step in my life in this world.
Thinking about that, I heard a G ~ all the way from my stomach.
By the hungry flesh, my thoughts, immersed in emotion, are drawn back to reality.
That's right.
Whatever it is, it's more important to me now than magic.
We have to create something to eat at all costs.
"Okay, let's just plant him"
My flesh still ringing and claiming to be hungry.
Take the vegetables that were barely prepared by holding down with reason the appetite, one of the three great desires that strike from its flesh.
What I was going to plant in the field was a kind of root vegetable.
Vegetables that grow in the short term that in poor farmers they are in the fields of most houses.
What a surprise they say it will be something to eat in about 20 days.
but this vegetable called "hatsuka" is also famous for not being very popular.
The taste is very bad.
It's something that can have black lumps on the roots of hard stems, when they look bad, and basically they're commonly used as livestock bait.
They are therefore considered scum vegetables for poor farmers.
Plant this hatska at equal intervals in conjunction with magically plowed acres.
I don't care how notorious Hatsuka is.
Anyway, I'm so hungry.
Blah, if magic hadn't succeeded today, I might have badly regretted being reincarnated into this world.
I was made to realize how hard it was to be poor as a child.
"Is that crazy?
I was coming to take care of the fields that became my daily routine. I snap unexpectedly.
A few days had already passed since the first successful magic.
I used to activate magic on the soil in the field at one pace a day.
Thanks to it, so much space has already been reborn from desolate land to shark soil.
Most of all, we were beginning to see problems as the scope widened.
That's "watering."
There's no tap here where the water comes out if you twist the faucet, there's no hose.
I go back and forth from the water bottle I have at home to the field with water in a borough bucket.
The act of watering a field is an unimaginable heavy labor for me now that I have only 3 years of immature, tiny flesh.
It would be best if I could magically water it out, but I am in trouble without it working out anyway.
Even on this day, I managed to water myself while saying hee hee.
There was something in my eyes that bothered me.
That's Hatsuka, who planted it in the field on the first day.
Hatsuka is a root vegetable that can have a number of small spherical roots under thin, hard stems.
In about 20 days, the stem will have flowers, which will mark the harvest.
but what a blossom the flower is in the hatsuka I planted on the first day.
Obviously fast.
Wouldn't it be strange to say it was too soon?
Hatsuka with flowers at an obviously unusual rate.
But I can't take the option of leaving it even if I know it's unusual.
I put my hand on my chest to dampen my beating heart, and then I breathed and reached for Hatsuka's stem.
Whether he was firmly rooted in the earth, his hand holding the stem came into force.
Knock your body out so you can apply the full weight of your little body and pull it out all at once.
"Ooh. That's a great amount."
I'm surprised when the trousers and pulled out Hatsuka got all that out of the ground.
Hatsuka, which should normally just have a few or so chunks of edible roots at the end of the stem.
Even so, Hatsuka, pulled up from this field, has a dozen spherical roots.
I grabbed one of them with my hand and slapped it with my hand with a bang.
I took dirt from it.
Then dip it into the water that was left in the bucket and drop it all the way down to the fine soil on the surface.
"Galli."
I momentum meshed my teeth together and hit Hatsuka.
Moments, unpleasant bitterness spreads in your mouth.
I almost spit it out of my mouth because of the smell.
but I would never do that.
Because I already know it's not delicious.
"V ~ ~. Bad ~"
I almost unconsciously say that.
But only my eyes laughed at the back of the word.
Because now we finally have hope of escaping the hunger.
Thus began the agricultural revolution in me.