I was deeply moved when I saw the field in front of me, with beautiful rows of vegetables that seemed to promise a harvest of delicious vegetables, instead of the hard soil and weeds that had been growing in the field before.
It was a modest feat for the first time that I had succeeded on my own in a world where magic existed differently from my previous life.
But even so, I was happy.
I even wonder if I have ever worked so hard to accomplish something before.
Come to think of it, in my previous lives I had been able to find out most of the things in advance.
It must have been a big step in my life in this world to be able to use magic from a completely zero state.
While I was thinking about that, I heard a gurgling sound from my stomach.
My body complaining of hunger brings my thoughts back to reality.
Yes, it's true.
At any rate, I have more important things to do right now than magic.
I have to make something to eat at all costs.
"Okay, I guess I'll start planting this thing."
My body is still making noises and claiming hunger.
I barely manage to suppress my appetite, one of the three major cravings that come from my body, and pick up the vegetables I have prepared.
What I had planned to plant in the field is a kind of root vegetable.
A vegetable that grows in a short period of time, a vegetable that most poor farmers have in their fields.
Amazingly, it would be ready to eat in about 20 days.
However, this vegetable called "HATUKA" is famous for not being very popular.
It tastes very bad.
It is a blackish mass that forms on the root of a hard stem, and it looks so bad that it is generally used as food for livestock.
Therefore, it is regarded as a scrappy vegetable for poor farmers.
The plants are planted at equal spacing along the magically plowed ridges.
I don't care how much notoriety it has.
Anyway, I'm that hungry!
To tell the truth, if the magic had not succeeded today, I might have regretted my rebirth in this world.
I was made to realize how hard it is to be poor, even though I was only a child.
I was a child, but I realized how hard it was to be poor.
"Hey, something's wrong, isn't it?"
I was tending the fields, which had become a daily routine, when I muttered to myself.
A few days had already passed since my first successful spell.
I had been casting a spell on the soil of the field once a day.
Thanks to this magic, a reasonably large space has already been transformed from a desolate area to a soft, fluffy soil.
However, as the area expanded, problems began to appear.
That is "watering".
There is no running water here, no hose, no water that comes out when you turn on the tap.
He fills a rag bucket with water from a water bottle at home and goes back and forth to the field.
The act of watering the fields is unimaginably hard work for me, a three-year-old with a small, immature body.
It would be best if I could magically produce water, but I am having a hard time doing so.
On this particular day, I managed to water the plants with a great deal of difficulty.
Then I saw something that caught my attention.
It was the hatsuba that I had planted in the field on the first day.
Hatska is a root vegetable that forms a number of small spherical roots under a thin, hard stem.
After about 20 days, the stalks will bloom, marking the harvest.
But to my surprise, the first day I planted the plant, it was already in full bloom.
Obviously, it is early.
I guess you could say that it is too early.
Obviously, the honeysuckle is flowering at an unusual rate.
But even though I know it's unusual, I can't take the option of leaving it alone.
I put my hand on my chest to suppress my pounding heart, and then, regulating my breathing, I reach out my hand to the stem of the honeysuckle.
My hand gripped the stem tightly, as if it were firmly rooted to the earth.
He leaned down and pulled it out at once, as if putting all the weight of his small body on it.
"Oh! That's a lot of stems!"
The hachkas that were pulled out with a "zubobo" surprised me when they emerged from the ground in all their glory.
Normally, the hatzukas have only a few clumps of edible roots at the end of their stems.
However, the hatzkas pulled from this field have more than a dozen spherical roots.
I plucked one of them off with my hand and beat it with a bang.
He removed dirt from the soil.
He then soaked it in the water left in the tub to remove all the fine soil from the surface.
"Gulp!"
I bit my teeth together vigorously and bit into the hatzkah.
Instantly, a bad bitter taste spread in my mouth.
It was so bad that I almost spit it out of my mouth.
But I would never do that.
I already know that it is not tasty.
"V~~~. It tastes bad!"
Almost subconsciously, I say so.
But despite my words, only my eyes were smiling.
Now there was hope that I could finally escape my hunger.
Thus began the agricultural revolution in my mind.