The plant in the dream was a tree, just under three meters tall, and Kim Haru chopped it down until it was barely two meters—almost his height. Then, he shoved a watering can into its branches, dragged it to the edge of a pond, and made the tree draw water to irrigate the fields.
If it didn't learn how to water the plants, Kim Haru would just snap off one of its branches.
Kim Haru could almost hear the poor tree whimpering in grievance.
Even after he woke up, the tree in his dream hadn't figured out how to water the plants.
Kim Haru: "…"
Well, that was something. People always said that what you think about during the day influences your dreams at night, but he hadn't even made it to the night yet—he'd just taken a short nap, and his brain had already come up with such a wild idea?
However, on second thought, maybe this dream wasn't completely impossible.
Kim Haru pondered over it.
