"What a beautiful view. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 Info" Standing at the top of the hill, looking at the endless fields in front of him, born in the underground city of Pluto, the cat-eared girl who has been in contact with all steel since she was a child sighed with satisfaction: "It is really the right thing to follow the advice of Akemi and Mine, and come to their fiefdom." ”

"I heard from the farmers that in autumn, when the wheat is ripe, the scenery will be even more beautiful. The big young man standing beside him wiped the sweat from his forehead with a wooden hoe in one hand: "I have just gone down to do an hour of weeding, and I feel like my whole body is about to collapse, and it is hard to imagine that the peasants of ancient times would toil in such fields for a whole day, day after day, year after year." ”

"You're still too thin, do you see the big guy over there, Patton, he's been working since sunrise, and now he's sorted out three new fields with the farmers, look at that muscle, you're not comparable to him at all." Catgirl smiled and said, the big guy she said seemed to hear something, and he looked up, "Ansel, Dattat, what are you doing up there." ”

"I'm supervising everybody, and Dattat is lazy. The cat girl smiled and pushed her friend: "Okay, don't be lazy, Dattat, go down and work hard." ”

"Okay, okay, hey, I'm obviously a mage, why do I have to participate in labor. ”

"Who made you a battle mage? ”

The conversation between the friends was that in a place where their eyes could not be seen, the elderly farmer Chroan Maite was tending to their own fields with his three children, weeding, fertilizing, and setting up scarecrows, and every task had to be done by himself, and although it was hard work, Maite had never felt so happy as he is now.

Yes, for as long as he can remember, Chroan has been following behind his father and brothers, working diligently in the fields, day after day, year after year, never with a break, but in exchange for his mother starving to death in a starvation year, his sister being sold to the city as a servant, and the eldest brother choosing to escape from this life, but eventually became a so-called thief and was hung on a lamppost by the side of the road.

Life was so difficult, the second brother went hunting in the wild and wanted to feed his younger brothers, but he was considered a poacher by the nobles and dragged to death directly by a horse.

In the end, there were four men and three women in the family, and only Croian lived to adulthood in the true sense of the word. He was married at the age of thirty-two, and after three years, he had his own children, and he took over the fields from his father, who was emaciated and dead, and began a new cycle, but fortunately the goddesses had mercy, and in the following time, the whole canary kingdom was in good shape, and Croian fed three boys and two daughters through the fields, and after living for fifty years, his back was hunched and his hair was gray, and he thought that one day he would give these fields to his eldest brother like a father would give them to his children, and then send the second and third sons away-- This is the life of a peasant family, able to feed five children, and he has lived a greater life than his father...... with luck.

But half a year ago, the nobleman to whom he belonged transferred the entire population of his village to a decorated countess, a stranger who had heard that he was very benevolent, and who was also a steppe elf.

In the Northlands, the steppe elves have a good reputation, and they act like angels compared to the human aristocracy.

Yes, like angels - not scolded, nor ignored, these strangers gave communal land to all the peasant families who had migrated - the ownership of the fields was still noble, but the countess graciously declared that there would be no tax on the output of the first year, and twenty percent of the output of the second year, and that they would be given common agricultural implements, including oxen and iron ploughs.

In Croian's eyes, it was a life of paradise, and Croon and his three children, the eldest fifteen years old and the youngest ten, were given enough land for each man, and the merciful countess declared that the allotted land would be given to its owners forever as long as it could be grown with food, and as long as it would not be wasted.

So Chroan took her children to sow the field, and the benevolent countess even established a relationship with the druids, who would come to the fields from time to time to help them control the pests, and most recently, just two days ago, a beautiful and lovely lady of the steppe elves came to the fields and sprinkled insect repellent on her own fields and those of her neighbors.

In a few days, I heard that there would be a honeycomb - not the killer bees that could kill enough, but the honey-producing bees, and the noble lords heard that they were very fond of honey, and the benevolent countess divided her bees equally among each field, and the lady of the steppe elf said that the bees would give the wheat...... Anyway, I can't remember, in short, it was to increase the yield of wheat, and Croian didn't know what these outsiders called 'science', but he knew that it was all about being able to harvest more wheat.

As with fertilization, although it was the first time that Croian knew that the fields still needed to be fertilized, and that there were many things he had not known before, he now knew that the merciful Countess and her stranger lords were wholeheartedly helping him.

"Father, let the third child take a break, he can't do it. The pleading of the eldest son caused Croan to turn around, only to find that his third son was already sweating profusely and looked really tired...... It's like what he was like back then: "Boda, go and sit in the shade." ”

Now that the work in the fields is no more busy than it was at the beginning of spring, Croian decided to let the boy go and take a break, according to the benevolent countess, this is called the combination of work and rest? It is really a confusing Changtang idiom, but as long as she says it, Croian will feel that it is correct, besides, when the benevolent countess came over, she also divided several bags of snow-white flour and some bacon, and the family is far from being reduced to the point of breaking off, so it is better to let Poda rest for a while, after all, this child ...... Croian couldn't say, but when the steppe elf lady came over the other day, she said that the kid had the talent to become a druid.

Druid?

That's a famous professional, and Croian has treated it as an unworthy joke from the beginning - it would be a great thing if his own child really had such talent, but ...... The emergence of a professional in a family like the Maite family, which has been farming for generations, sounds like a joke anyway.

If there was such a talent, would the Maite family still fall to such a point in the first place?

But while Croan was thinking, the shout from the second son made Croan break free from the memory, and when he raised his head, Croian saw the steppe elf lady, and also saw a few druids beside her, far away, Crorian, who had bad eyes, couldn't see clearly, his ears were back, and the conversation between them couldn't be heard, but Croian still saw the green light in his third child's hand, although it was blurry, but it was light.

When the steppe elf smiled and waved to his family, Croian walked cautiously, and when he got closer, he finally saw the light in his child's hand, and also heard the voice of the druid: "He is a good seedling, the most basic tricks can be solved at one point, and the future is limitless." ”

"Great, old Croan, your child is going to be a druid. ”

Looking at the laughter of Miss Prairie Elf in front of him, Chroan smiled and was very happy: "Dear Miss Prairie Elf, my Boda, can you eat like the master in the future?"

"That's right, old Croian, your Poda will be a druid as soon as he completes his apprenticeship, and when the time comes, he will join our Druid Order and teach farmers how to grow crops like we do, rest assured, we won't take your children away. It seemed that Chroan was worried about this, Miss Prairie reassured.

"That's great. Croian seemed very happy, but gradually, remembering the sad experience of his youth, the old farmer's laughter brought tears to his eyes.

But this is a good thing, Poda has a chance, really...... That's great.