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　Serfs in this country don't have gloves. When I was in Japan, work gloves were sold at local hardware stores and, although the prices were a little higher, at convenience stores.

　If I don't wear anything when doing this type of work, I sometimes end up cutting my skin with weed leaves.

　At first, my reaction was "It hurts!", but perhaps because my skin has grown thicker from repeated cuts, I no longer react as hypersensitively to pain as I did in the beginning.

　Maybe my sense of pain has become numb because I've been blown away and thrown too much by my master's training and hikes...

　Even after coming to this world, I didn't dislike farming.

　I lived in the city center for a while in Japan, but sometimes I felt nostalgic for my childhood, wishing I could help out on the farm like I used to do, so I'm happy to be able to do my part in this world as well.

　Well, what kind of help do small children have in farming? I have a lot to help.

　Even though I was a child, I used to help out at my Japanese grandfather and grandmother's house during the rice-planting preparations and during the rice-planting and harvesting seasons.

　In preparation for rice planting, seeds are sown on a rectangular black plastic board called a pallet, which is covered with soil. This will become a seedling. After that, it must be transported to a house where it can be grown. It would be better to have manpower to go back and forth over and over again.

　At that time, I was first called to help bring it in. Once I finished transporting all the pallets, my role was over. It is necessary to grow the seedlings in a greenhouse while watering them until they grow to a certain extent. It must have been about a month.

　When planting rice, the pallet is put on a light truck and moved to the actual rice field. Once they arrive at the rice field, the pallets containing the seedlings are loaded into a ride-on rice transplanter, and from there the real rice planting begins.

　If we run out of seedlings, we will have to replenish them, so we will also need replenishment staff. Yes, it's my turn.

　When I run out of seedlings, I give them to the old man who rides the rice-planting machine. Pallets that are empty of seedlings must be washed in a nearby irrigation canal. Furthermore, the seedlings in the four corners, which cannot be planted with a rice transplanter, must be planted by hand while entering the muddy rice field.

　Well, when I was a kid, it didn't matter how dirty I was.

　When it comes time to harvest rice, this pattern is reversed. Before harvesting, the water is drained (Otoshimizu), the rice is harvested using a rice harvester, and the four corners of the rice that cannot be harvested are harvested by hand using a sickle.

　On the same day, the rice husks are removed by putting them in a dryer and turning them into brown rice. By doing so, the moisture can be evaporated and the storage stability of the rice can be improved. After that, the rice is sorted into good brown rice and waste rice, and then packed into bags.

　When I was a kid, I couldn't hold a bag of rice, so all I could do was set up the bag and help in small ways. In addition to planting and harvesting rice, I sometimes helped with weeding and harvesting in the fields.

　It was fun too. Looking back now, I feel like I was able to have a valuable experience.

　...Well, in this world, we grow wheat.

　And anyway! I have the familiarity and knowledge I gained from my time in Japan, and I am able to put it to use in weeding and farming here.

　I know how much force to use when weeding and how to use a sickle. Even I, who doesn't have much strength, pull out the weeds from the roots without using extra strength, and sometimes I repeat the work of picking them from the roots.

　... Phew, well, the weeds are getting less and less. Is this what it's like today?　

　How is your father doing? He's too far away, so let's raise his voice and call him out.

"Dad, things are progressing pretty well here, but how are you doing?"

"Ah, it's going well here too. It's about to get dark, so get ready to go home."

　I got my father's permission, so I started preparing to go home. I washed my hands in a nearby irrigation canal, scooped up some water in my hands, and washed my face. My clothes were a little dirty, so I took them off and soaked them in water.RinsesootThen squeeze tightly.

　It dries quickly at this time of year. Also, the humidity is lower than in Japan. Even in the summer, it's not as humid and humid as it is, but it's refreshingly hot, so my body doesn't feel as fatigued, and my sweat isn't as sticky.

　But there were also drawbacks. There are times like the rainy season like in Japan, and the hardest part for me is that the winters are much drier than when I was in Japan, and I catch colds more easily.

　Even though I was born and raised in this country, for some reason I have no tolerance for it. I don't understand.

　Before my father comes, I use a whetstone to sharpen the sickle I used today. I call it a whetstone, but when I was training with my master at a river near my house, the stone that was blown away by the aftershocks of my master's power split open and became like a whetstone, so I still use it for convenience. I am receiving it.

　When I was digging holes with a square shovel at one of the flower shops I worked at many part-time jobs when I was in high school, I had to use a square shovel to cut off tree roots as well, so I used a sanding machine called a baby sander. He used a machine to sharpen the blade of a square shovel.

　When the blade is sharpened, the roots of most trees can be cut off with the weight of the tree and dug up together with the soil. So, here too, I never forget to sharpen my sickle.

　I can work in places like this while making use of my knowledge from the previous world, so it seems like my weeding work is on a whole other level compared to the kids around me.

　A strange child who wants to be a civilian and for some reason takes a gym class, but strangely, he's good at weeding, so it seems that everyone around him sees it as strange.

　...I won't deny it.

"Oh, you've made a lot of progress! With this, the weeding will end sooner than planned. As expected of Kai! After all, Kai is his father's child!"

　Saying so, my father stroked my hair while washing it.

　... I was a little embarrassed, so I appealed to him a little, "… Hey, Dad."

　Did my father understand, too?withdrawdegreegave me

"Okay, I'm going home today.

"Yes, of course!"

"Then, go ahead and do your best. Oh, that's right. Look forward to tonight's dinner. Today is special!"

　...yeah? Are you looking forward to it? special?　

　Isn't it the usual mixed grain rice and stir-fried vegetables?　

　Hearing that made me feel better.

"Really?!

"Ah, be careful when you go."

　...They really are a very similar couple. They seem to have the same worries about me. Every day since I came here, I've heard the words "Take care when you come here" so much that my ears are full of bumps. I started running.

　As long as I'm happy and peaceful today.

"..."