“Life?” How?”
[You have the ability to farm. We will not perish if crops were full of sunlight, air, water, and the nature’s energy will grow and bring life to the parched land.]
“Farming?”
[Yeah! [Have you ever worked on a farm?]
Hae-Joon was embarrassed when Potte gave him an earnest look. It may appear simple at first glance, but farming is never easy. Furthermore, Hae-joon has no farming experience,
“Ah!… There is.”
Despite being born and raised in a city, he has been shoveling on a regular basis during his military service for the past year and a half. Furthermore, it cannot be said that there is no experience because they provided assistance to the people near the unit during the busy farming season to help with rice planting, weeding, and harvesting. I believe I am a farmer who completed the tutorial.
Still, starting farming with such skills is impossible.
“I have some experience, but I don’t know how to farm.”
[Oh, is that Charles’ journal?]
Potte’s eyes were twinkling at the time. Soon, he quickly flew to Hae-joon’s side.
“No, what are you doing?”
[This. Isn’t this what Charles wrote?]
Potte’s stem pointed to Hae-joon’s thigh. When I looked closely, I noticed the notebook protruding from the pocket.
“How is this here?”
It was only then that Hae-joon remembered putting his notebook in his pants pocket, not in the backpack.
However, how did you bring it? In the first place, it’s another dimension. In other words, wasn’t it the case that real-world objects couldn’t be brought to this farm beyond the dimension?
This means that the note was originally written on paper of this dimension. Well, it seemed a little old – fashioned to say that the paper’s material was created using modern technology.
Similarly, a feeling of being created using Middle Ages technology.
Meanwhile, Potte continued to look at Hae-joon’s thighs and the journal as if he had discovered a treasure.
[Are you sure. This is a journal written by Charles himself. There was something like this left! Where did you get it?]
‘Charles’ journal?’
From the beginning, Hae-joon was curious by a man named Charles. This farm is only accessible via a secret passage connected to the father’s store.
Obviously, when I thought it was my father’s farm. I discovered a sign that said “Charles Farm,” which was different from his father’s name, but according to Spirit Potte, this was once Charles’s farm, and it was in ruins when Charles left the farm for some reason.
“Did a man named Charles leave five years ago?”
[How did you know that?]
“Same.”
His father owned this farm.
“This was written by my father.”
[Really? No wonder. You reminded me of Charles-nim.]
“Tell me everything you know about my father…”
Kurreung – Kurreung
The mist came over the fence with a small tremor from the ground just as I was about to ask Potte about his father.
[Wow, this is important. There isn’t any time. The farm’s vital energy will soon be depleted. Please, Hae-joon, save our farm first!]
Hae-joon rolled his right arm.
If the farm, like Potte’s words, disappears, so do the traces of his father. I can’t afford to ignore the hints that were barely followed.
“What should I start with?”
[First, please clean up the field. The soil may come back to life if all rotten crops are removed, fields are plowed, and fertilizer is applied.]
On the farm, the space that will be called a field is about 8 pyeong in front of the warehouse.
Hae-joon removed the filthy rotten crop. When all of the debris on the ground was removed, three rectangular fields emerged.
Is it about 2 pyeong because one piece is about twice as tall as my height?
Hae-joon brought a shovel from the warehouse and plowed the field after measuring the size of the field by the snow. Grind the soil, break it up into small pieces, pick it out, and then take the goal and pile up the soil to make a furrow.
[Please make a furrow between this and that!] Rainwater only flows when you dig a furrow.]
“Is it supposed to rain? Does it rain here?”
Hae-joon, who had only seen a cloudless, clear sky on both visits, sweated profusely.
[Indeed. How big would the crop be if it didn’t rain?]
“My waist, argh.”
Hae-Joon, who was working hard, groaned and stretched his back. Farming in the fields was difficult.
[Cheer up, fighting!]
It was time to be a little mean to Potte, who didn’t help him and only forced him to do things.
It occurred to me. Don’t spirits in fantasy novels use their abilities to assist with simple labor?
“Do you, by the way, have any skills?”
[Skills?]
“Uh, you’re a farm guardian, so you can do magic… Can’t this hard work be done by magic?”
[It’s not that I don’t have the ability; it’s just that I can’t use it right now.]
“What and why?”
Potte stated that the life force emitted by the farm is the source of power, but the farm is now in ruins and most of its abilities have been sealed, so he cannot help.
‘Will I have to do all of the raw labor for the time being?
I pondered for a while as well. My mind clears and disappears as I sweat and concentrate on manual labor. Silently moving the hoe to continue the work of making the furrow.
“Whew, it’s finally over.”
The work was completed by sprinkling manure from the bags piled up next to the warehouse.
At some point, the sun set. Hae-Joon drank a gourd of water from the well while admiring the beautiful sunset.
“The scenery is beautiful.”
A place where there is no pollution or noise. I felt at ease while watching the sunset.
[You’ve finished, Hae-joon! You had a hard time.)
When it appeared. Potte applauded Hae-joon and clapped his hands.
“What should I do now?”
[You can plant crops once the field has become fertile. It will bring new vitality to your farm if you carefully manage and grow it.]
“That’s right. Do I just have to do farming?”
[Then, the farm will regain vitality.]
I decided to return because it was late.
“There is the only way back.”
[Will you also come back?]
Pote inquired, his face slightly nervous.
“Well… yes,” Hae-joon, who had been thinking for a while, replied.
Then Potte smiled
[I’ll wait.]
Hae-joon, who left the farm behind and returned to the store along the trail, broke his resolve that he would not be surprised anymore.
“Huh! What? What the hell happened?”
Obviously, the farm was at nighttime now, but in reality, it was still at bright.
TL notes***Hi guys!!! Sorry for the wait. I was busy at work. I’ll start updating again while I’m on vacation. Edit: I also made some corrections since I misunderstood the time they mentioned here.. hehe
Underwater money>> Underwater is the term for a financial contract or asset that is worth less than its notional value.
“Life?” How?”
[You have the ability to farm. We will not perish if crops were full of sunlight, air, water, and the nature’s energy will grow and bring life to the parched land.]
“Farming?”
[Yeah! [Have you ever worked on a farm?]
Hae-Joon was embarrassed when Potte gave him an earnest look. It may appear simple at first glance, but farming is never easy. Furthermore, Hae-joon has no farming experience,
“Ah!… There is.”
Despite being born and raised in a city, he has been shoveling on a regular basis during his military service for the past year and a half. Furthermore, it cannot be said that there is no experience because they provided assistance to the people near the unit during the busy farming season to help with rice planting, weeding, and harvesting. I believe I am a farmer who completed the tutorial.
Still, starting farming with such skills is impossible.
“I have some experience, but I don’t know how to farm.”
[Oh, is that Charles’ journal?]
Potte’s eyes were twinkling at the time. Soon, he quickly flew to Hae-joon’s side.
“No, what are you doing?”
[This. Isn’t this what Charles wrote?]
Potte’s stem pointed to Hae-joon’s thigh. When I looked closely, I noticed the notebook protruding from the pocket.
“How is this here?”
It was only then that Hae-joon remembered putting his notebook in his pants pocket, not in the backpack.
However, how did you bring it? In the first place, it’s another dimension. In other words, wasn’t it the case that real-world objects couldn’t be brought to this farm beyond the dimension?
This means that the note was originally written on paper of this dimension. Well, it seemed a little old – fashioned to say that the paper’s material was created using modern technology.
Similarly, a feeling of being created using Middle Ages technology.
Meanwhile, Potte continued to look at Hae-joon’s thighs and the journal as if he had discovered a treasure.
[Are you sure. This is a journal written by Charles himself. There was something like this left! Where did you get it?]
‘Charles’ journal?’
From the beginning, Hae-joon was curious by a man named Charles. This farm is only accessible via a secret passage connected to the father’s store.
Obviously, when I thought it was my father’s farm. I discovered a sign that said “Charles Farm,” which was different from his father’s name, but according to Spirit Potte, this was once Charles’s farm, and it was in ruins when Charles left the farm for some reason.
“Did a man named Charles leave five years ago?”
[How did you know that?]
“Same.”
His father owned this farm.
“This was written by my father.”
[Really? No wonder. You reminded me of Charles-nim.]
“Tell me everything you know about my father…”
Kurreung – Kurreung
The mist came over the fence with a small tremor from the ground just as I was about to ask Potte about his father.
[Wow, this is important. There isn’t any time. The farm’s vital energy will soon be depleted. Please, Hae-joon, save our farm first!]
Hae-joon rolled his right arm.
If the farm, like Potte’s words, disappears, so do the traces of his father. I can’t afford to ignore the hints that were barely followed.
“What should I start with?”
[First, please clean up the field. The soil may come back to life if all rotten crops are removed, fields are plowed, and fertilizer is applied.]
On the farm, the space that will be called a field is about 8 pyeong in front of the warehouse.
Hae-joon removed the filthy rotten crop. When all of the debris on the ground was removed, three rectangular fields emerged.
Is it about 2 pyeong because one piece is about twice as tall as my height?
Hae-joon brought a shovel from the warehouse and plowed the field after measuring the size of the field by the snow. Grind the soil, break it up into small pieces, pick it out, and then take the goal and pile up the soil to make a furrow.
[Please make a furrow between this and that!] Rainwater only flows when you dig a furrow.]
“Is it supposed to rain? Does it rain here?”
Hae-joon, who had only seen a cloudless, clear sky on both visits, sweated profusely.
[Indeed. How big would the crop be if it didn’t rain?]
“My waist, argh.”
Hae-Joon, who was working hard, groaned and stretched his back. Farming in the fields was difficult.
[Cheer up, fighting!]
It was time to be a little mean to Potte, who didn’t help him and only forced him to do things.
It occurred to me. Don’t spirits in fantasy novels use their abilities to assist with simple labor?
“Do you, by the way, have any skills?”
[Skills?]
“Uh, you’re a farm guardian, so you can do magic… Can’t this hard work be done by magic?”
[It’s not that I don’t have the ability; it’s just that I can’t use it right now.]
“What and why?”
Potte stated that the life force emitted by the farm is the source of power, but the farm is now in ruins and most of its abilities have been sealed, so he cannot help.
‘Will I have to do all of the raw labor for the time being?
I pondered for a while as well. My mind clears and disappears as I sweat and concentrate on manual labor. Silently moving the hoe to continue the work of making the furrow.
“Whew, it’s finally over.”
The work was completed by sprinkling manure from the bags piled up next to the warehouse.
At some point, the sun set. Hae-Joon drank a gourd of water from the well while admiring the beautiful sunset.
“The scenery is beautiful.”
A place where there is no pollution or noise. I felt at ease while watching the sunset.
[You’ve finished, Hae-joon! You had a hard time.)
When it appeared. Potte applauded Hae-joon and clapped his hands.
“What should I do now?”
[You can plant crops once the field has become fertile. It will bring new vitality to your farm if you carefully manage and grow it.]
“That’s right. Do I just have to do farming?”
[Then, the farm will regain vitality.]
I decided to return because it was late.
“There is the only way back.”
[Will you also come back?]
Pote inquired, his face slightly nervous.
“Well… yes,” Hae-joon, who had been thinking for a while, replied.
Then Potte smiled
[I’ll wait.]
Hae-joon, who left the farm behind and returned to the store along the trail, broke his resolve that he would not be surprised anymore.
“Huh! What? What the hell happened?”
Obviously, the farm was at nighttime now, but in reality, it was still at bright.
TL notes***Hi guys!!! Sorry for the wait. I was busy at work. I’ll start updating again while I’m on vacation. Edit: I also made some corrections since I misunderstood the time they mentioned here.. hehe
Underwater money>> Underwater is the term for a financial contract or asset that is worth less than its notional value.
