Chapter 44 – The Heavy Smoker and the Wheat Reaper (2)
“Excuse me. Let’s go.”
“Oh no! Don’t push! Do you only take commissions?!”
As we cut through the crowds, some whining adventurers appeared, but we didn’t have to worry about it. Ignore the things that take away. Adventurers are the weak meat.
─Such.
So I went to the bulletin board and looked for a seawater eradication request. Then, in the middle of the room, a request form was hung in the center.
[Eradication of farmhouse seawater – farmland in front of the west gate of Sargadis. 5 copper per day.]
“Oh, 5 Cooper.”
“What? 5 Cooper? Where, where?”
An unknown adventurer next to me responded to my murmur. Without replying, I pointed at the request form with my finger. He followed my fingertips and clicked his tongue.
“Tsk. What is it, it’s not seawater eradication.”
“Why is that?”
“Ok? Don’t you know what this is Kkeuk. Then it’s not bad to visit once in a while. It’s all an experience.”
See what you say. There’s nothing quite normal out of all the things decorated with the fucking rhetoric. I returned to the side of the group slightly worried.
“There is. Farmland in front of the west gate, 5 copper per day.”
“In front of the west gate? On that side, it must be the farmland of Mr. Hotulusil, a small-tenant farmer. He’s a pretty decent gentleman.”
“Are you a tenant farmer?”
No fuck, more than that, hotulusil is the name? How in the world is a person’s name like that? Are you Kitay?
“The self-taught farmer refers to a person who cultivates both the lord’s farmland and his personal farmland. The lord selects outstanding farmers trusted by the lord, entrusts them with farming, and distributes some of the harvest. I was also chosen there when I was younger…”
At the end, Gentrick, who had been slightly lost in memories of the past, shook off the past glory with one short sigh and giggled.
“Khehehe. Anyway, Nord, since you’ve been looking for work, this old man just needs to go to the reception desk. Thanks to him he lived.”
“No, what? God, am I being used?”
“Use? Didn’t he recommend a good quest instead of getting help? I hope to see you locally later. Heh heh heh.”
After saying that, the seasoned pro-Attak-I grandfather went to the reception desk.
Fran, who was watching the scene, laughed from the side.
“Nor, did you get hurt?”
“Well, how are you? You had to go see the request anyway.”
I replied to the tongue-in-cheek Fran. He didn’t feel particularly bad. Because I was indebted to Grandpa Gentrick for the last request.
Crossing my arms, I asked, remembering the day I paid the inn fee.
“Anyway, Fran? How are you, the inn cost? Tomorrow is my renewal day.”
“Me too. So, it would be better for us to make a different request today and start fighting seawater tomorrow.”
“Is that so?”
After discussion, we decided to sleep at the inn until today. Fighting seawater is a quest that continues throughout the harvest season. It’s similar to a short-term part-time job, so it’s not too late to go later.
“Oh right. Franc? Do you want to unify our inn into one? Even if you think about combining the rooms, it’s better to stay in the same inn. It’s hard to go back and forth to see your face every time.”
When I said that, Fran thought and answered.
“Um… Let’s talk about that later slowly. If we move the inn, we have to say hello to Mr. Beinya, and we have to compare which inn is better.”
“Okay. So now… Let’s find a request for today.”
Damn it, it’s back to square one. When I dropped my shoulders, Fran covered her mouth and laughed.
After that, Frank and I selected the requests from her bulletin board and received a request for collecting herbs. It was a regular delivery request to the wizard guild. Maybe the herbs I can go to Tircin’s lab.
The request was carried out with the feeling that I was riding a bus due to Fran’s ability to gather wild vegetables.
Frank roamed the forest almost as much as Bear Grylls, digging up herbs and various wild plants. It was to the point where I doubted if my girlfriend was really half elf and half dwarf.
“Nor! Look at this! It’s the Angberry Mushroom! If you eat this grilled, it will be very sweet and delicious.”
“Mushrooms are sweet? Why do mushrooms like that even exist?”
Anyway, there was no trouble with the herbal collection request, and it felt like a date, so it was quite fun.
Although it was a little annoying that there were flying insects all the time.
***
The next morning, Frank and I took her request and set out on the road.
There were 4 adventurers who went on a request to fight seawater. It’s a party made up of Fran, me, old man and young man.
“I look forward to.”
I came out and said hello. Originally, a Bronze class adventurer should be in charge of the party when the Agtags go out to exterminate, but due to the nature of the work, there is no such thing today.
Like a short-term part-time job, many adventurers go in and out every day to request seawater eradication. Perhaps one of the bros class was waiting in the farmland as a representative.
“If you go and work, you won’t see much of your face anyway, so why don’t you introduce yourself?”
“I will.”
“Good.”
A middle-aged man and a short-haired young man agreed to my words.
To be honest, we couldn’t even call it a party today. After leaving the courier packing part-time job, I don’t always talk to the person I work with today.
It wasn’t even a relationship where we would entrust our lives to each other, so we decided to move on knowing only their faces. In addition to the 4 of us, there must be other children who are taking care of lodging in the farmland. Self-introduction is meaningless.
We just exchanged greetings and headed straight for the farmland.
In another world, it was common for farmland to be outside the walls. It is because it costs a lot of money to enclose the farmland with a wall.
“A party of iron class adventurers? Pass by.”
As always, hit the report to the guard guarding the gate and move outside through the western gate.
Our party did not even line up and walked like a walk. It was because he was not a coward enough to be afraid of trouble near the gate.
Shoot ah-.
When I came out of the west gate, I saw a wheat field not far away. It was like a golden meadow surrounded by stone walls and wooden fences. It was a large farmland that stretched almost to the horizon.
“Wow… The fields here are very large.”
Fran said as they walked down the open road next to the farmland. I replied while happily observing Fran’s surprised face.
“I know. It would take a few weeks to harvest even with dozens of serfs this large.”
In order to harvest everything within the harvest season, the serfs had to be rolled in increments of 100. It was worth using a short-term part-time job every harvest season.
Wheein-.
As the autumn wind blew, Fran’s neck shrank as if it were cold. I held out my hand and Fran took my hand.
Hehe.”
Hehe.”
Holding hands, we walked down the road beside the wheat field, laughing. The middle-aged man who was leading the way had a look of sadness on his eyes, but I didn’t care. Couple was originally a word referring to a kind of harmful assistant who harms public morals in public places.
Anyway, seeing such a vast field like here reminded me a little of my hometown.
‘Are you a farmer?’
What kind of image is a farmer to people in the 21st century?
To be honest, I wouldn’t have the impression that it was such a great job. If the person you are facing is a farmer, the woman will not think that she is a very proud person, and the man will know that, so he will introduce himself with a slight shrink.
But being a farmer was a great job.
It is a tough job where the work is hard and income depends on a good harvest every year, but farmers are still important people who supply rice to the country.
That is why I have always respected farmers. It’s not because my parents did farm work.
Anyway, there is something I can say because I respect farmers like this, and that is that a place called a farm is much bigger than people generally think.
Big farms are really fucking big. The scale is completely different.
When you look at the land lined with vinyl houses, your heart becomes magnificent. It is said that the area of farmland is larger than that of Korea.
Even if it’s not that, there are many farmers who are incomparably richer than me, who earns 200 a month on the minimum wage. I remember that my paternal grandfather also lived affluently in a fairly spacious house.
America’s farmers, the largest in the world, make more money than most businesses.
Such people also change agricultural machinery. The big, fucking cool thing is almost a farming tank. Maybe if a zombie apocalypse breaks out and American Cowboy zombies rampage, it will be possible to end the situation by pushing it with a tractor.
By the same principle, even in this other world, those who had large farmlands were correspondingly powerful.
Sargadis is an ordinary territory except for the fact that many ruins have been excavated. Since the main source of income was agriculture, the farmers who were rich in land and real estate were no different from the landlords of the other world.
Is that why? Until I arrived at the farm, I had thought that the owner of this large farmland must have looked like a fat aristocrat.
─But fuck it.
The cub that appeared as the owner of the farm was an elf.
“I am Hotulusil, the farmer.”
A male elf who briefly introduces himself by simply reciting his name.
I didn’t have an idiot, so I couldn’t even react. No fuck, why the hell are elves doing farm work? Wasn’t it the rule of the country for elves to love and care for nature?
Isn’t farming the same as raising and killing grass? To elves, farming is murder. Or is it because he is an elf on the Kitai side, so he completely ignores respect for nature?
“You don’t have to introduce yourself. Details of the request are as written in the request form. However, you must report that you will return by the evening before you return. If you do not keep this in mind, it will interfere with the wage payment procedure on the day, so be careful.”
Hotulusil calmly explains the job.
She is wearing only a sleeveless vest and a large straw hat on her big chest. Truly a straw hat pup.
With the tall-looking guy standing like that, with the wheat field behind him, he looked good on his own.
The elves are a race of face geniuses. Those who believe in Wakku One Tool and live without starving.
However, the mismatch between the straight golden hair and the bulging arm muscles in Hotulusil was bittersweet.
It’s not gay hate speech. I have no prejudice against short-haired women, but I do have some prejudice against long-haired men, but this is because that bastard was born as an elf.
What else is that stick on your fucking back? Is it the cane used to abuse slaves?
“The reason I hired you guys today is to combat sea water digging up crops. But during the waiting time, I would appreciate it if you help me with the farming work.”
Hotulusil said. She writes the expression ‘I would be grateful if you help me’, but she refuses to help with the farming work and only works to get rid of seawater, so she refuses to pay for her request.
This is because there are not many cases where harmful tides come to harvest crops near the city.
If the adventurer fails to catch the harmful assistant, the farmer can make this excuse.
─So? Did you catch the seawater you asked for? I couldn’t catch you Then I can’t pay the request fee.
It wasn’t fucking wrong, so I couldn’t argue with anything.
If it was a farm guard request, he would have been able to get paid just by standing still all day, but this was a request to ‘fight against seawater’.
It was only natural that he could not receive the request reward because he received the quest to eradicate it and couldn’t catch anything.
By the way, it doesn’t work even if you claim to have carried out the request by catching seawater from somewhere else.
─I asked to catch the bastards who spoil the crops. Who caught and soothed the ones in the forest?
If you insist like that, there is nothing to give back.
No matter how many tricks the adventurer tried, the farm owner had plenty of ways to prank the bullies. Because adventurers like us are in Eul’s position 24 hours a day, all over the country.
‘Still, since I’ve been called to help with the farming work, they’ll pay me as long as I pay for the meal.’
Even the farm owners couldn’t use such a method against the hard-working adventurers. If that were the case, from next year on, they would be in a position where they would have to harvest with only their own family and slaves.
As such, the reality of this request is close to a win-win transaction.
A farm owner who wants to find a strong part-timer who can only hire for one season without paying for food.
An adventurer who wants to earn money safely and earn money.
The people of the two camps were in a relationship where they could not unilaterally attack each other. Fools like us should work hard and not goof around, so we could get paid and paid for it.
‘If only the farmer wasn’t an elf.’
I clicked my tongue inwardly. It was because I was worried that that straw hat bastard would also hit me in the back like Yerna.
Every elf I’ve ever met has been an asshole. The only elves I know were Yerna’s seedling, so the formula for elves = chews is established at a 1:1 ratio..
Therefore, there is a 100% chance that the elf is a dick.
The small sample size should be taken into account, but I would still be qualified to assert this hypothesis. Those who are dissatisfied want me to speak after submitting the thesis I wrote for three years in my name.
“First of all, I want to see your skills before entrusting you with the work.”
No matter what I thought in my mind, the elf’s words continued. He’s a straw hat dick with his arms crossed, staring at us.
“We Tatarnia elves do not believe the words of those who do not act.”
