Tensei Shoujo no Rirekisho

And the wizard left, months later.

I mean, I don't know, the field still didn't work out.

The soil environment hasn't gotten any better! I don't grow crops!

A phenomenon occurred in which plants were pruned, soiled again, weeded and seeded after the wizard had abruptly done so, but, as before, plants did not grow any more.

Wizard Wow, if there's magic, I don't know... or something, but what's this feeling of falling short of expectations! It's a shin loss.

The wizard did it because it was only on the spot.

It means that magic isn't that versatile either.

The trick is that magic is done by humans as well. I guess there's nothing complete.

Kind of intimate with a wizard.

Those two wizards also looked cool with their good-looking faces on, but what they're saying is that they're human.

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He was with the village of Galligari, which is also plagued by mishaps, but the village chief said about this phenomenon in a way that seemed to foresee, "Oh, I knew it."

Even before, when the wizard came to the village, he had the same thing done, but even then, it seemed only then good, and the harvest after that felt like an absenteeism.

If you knew, you should have sued the wizard about it! Mayor!

The mayor of the village, who saw the crop grow magically and grew up tense, talking about nothing, about something targeted.

Yeah, I know how you feel.

If you look at me, you won't be able to say anything, I know.

But there is a field in the corner of the village where the crop buds appear, as unrelated to this inaction.

Yes, it's Brother Giraud's field, supervised by Leo

If there was magic, wouldn't it be pointless for me, if I were, you know, to help develop agriculture? And I was slightly shaved, but just in case, it was worth the measure.

Brother Giraud was 15 years old, recognized as an adult, and wanted to have his own field.

Even so, I didn't plow a field on my new land, so your father's field just became a little bit of Brother Giraud's.

Brother Giraud, a silent boy, when I say something, he quietly leans on and does what I say. The silent boy also seems to be an honest boy.

I blamed Brother Zillow and Brother Mal for their field work, which is how they take care of me.

I have memories of my past life. If I do, I can afford to grow crops! There was a time when I thought, because I'm a novice in agriculture, first of all, I decided to do an experiment.

First, we'll split Brother Giraud's field into four parts.

① Fields mixed with land rice with shark seeds that were fruitful by the river in soil mixed with burning cusses of straw and weeds

② Fields mixed with swordfish and land rice without mixing burning cushion

③ Fields filled only with land rice as usual in soil mixed with burning cusp

• We divided it into fields that don't fill anything.

And the most crop currently grows is (1) a mixed field of straw burning cusps and turtles. This is followed by (2) a field that mixes swordfish and land rice without mixing burning cushion. Although there was little difference between ① and ②.

Of course, we grow two crops in the field, so the number of land rice we grow is one-half, but it's basically a state of total annihilation when it's a field that doesn't mix, so if it's even half fruitful, it's better.

There was no difference between the fields seeded by mixing the fertilizer (burning cusp) of ③ and the fields of the villagers who did nothing and put the tare away. It's almost wiped out.

Looks like the important thing is to mix it with legume plants.

Do you guys get it?

Let me present the above revelations at the recently inaugurated "Villagers Gathering".

This is the place to announce regularly about agriculture and other contacts.

I made it.

While illustrating it on the ground with a teaching whip made of wood branches (only in a painting because it doesn't have letters), I, Lyochan, age 4, do an experimental report on agriculture.

Lew, after the incident where you weren't a wizard, the villagers were disappointed at first that you weren't a wizard - but it doesn't change my excellence.

I make a desperate child appeal, and somehow, I knew I was keeping an awesome child standing.

"Yes! Question is, why doesn't • fill anything?

Yes, that's a good question. That's a pretty good question, son of a village chief.

"Because I wanted to experiment with what would happen if I buried the tare after I let the field rest. It's called fallow land. When we're done harvesting what we've sown, we're also going to fill this fallow with spring to watch the crops grow."

It felt like, we held a lecture and ended it safely.

It was at first, he was cute and talked in a tongueless way, but it got annoying, and everyone in the village, nothing strangely surprising or creepy, so it's a decent face-loser Liu's life.

If I grow up like this, I'll probably be the village chief. Powerfully, yeah.

I'm sorry, son of the village chief, but you should be deputy village chief. Hmm.

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A year after I started giving my mouth off about farming. As for the crop harvest, it had pretty good results.

The result was that it was still better to grow up with fallow land, which was determined by the flow of dividing the fields into three parts, one into fallow land and turning it in rotation.

However, we need to consider fertilizers. Weed burning cusp doesn't do much good. I wonder if something like rotten soil would be better...

The ideal is paddy fields, but...

And then we can also produce a lot of beans with rice, so let's get started with the development of miso and soy sauce...

That was the arrowhead I thought.

I was evoked by my Nitanita-faced parents to introduce me to a man.

From what I've seen, he's a brunette in his late twenties.

The name, they say, is "Claude-Reinforest". He looked wealthy.

All the other brothers are still asleep. Naturally, it's still before dawn, and it's dark outside.

I was awake, but my head was so clear.

Because I had a really bad feeling about it.

And the man gave me his hand, grinning,

"Shall I come with you?" he said.

Three silver-like coins were placed at the table where your mother and father were sitting.

I grasped the situation, and the thought came together.

"Because Liu is a good listener. You'll understand, won't you?

Remaining feeling as if I was looking from a distance at myself being told to do so by my mother, I hit a carriage that would belong to a dark-haired man.

It was sold.

Oh, again, I wasn't loved.