"What a beautiful scenery." Standing at the top of the hill, looking at the endless fields in front of you, born in the underground city of Pluto, and having been in contact with steel since childhood, she sighed with satisfaction: "It is indeed a perfect thing to follow the advice of Mingmei and Mingen 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 young big man standing beside him leaned on a wooden hoe in one hand, wiping the sweat on his forehead: "I just went down to do an hour of weeding work, and I felt like I was exhausted. It's unimaginable that farmers in ancient times would work hard in such fields for a whole day, day after day, year after year."

"You are still too thin. Have you seen the big guy over there? He has been working since the sunrise. He has now sorted out three new fields with the farmers. Look at the muscles, you are completely incomparable to him." The cat girl said with a smile. The big guy she said seemed to have heard something. He raised his head: "Ansel, Datat, what are you doing on it."

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

"Okay, okay, hey, I'm obviously a mage, why do I have to join the labor too?"

"Who made you a battle mage?"

At this point, the elderly farmer Croan Mait is taking his three children to handle their own fields, weeding, fertilizing, and raising scarecrows. Every job needs to be done by himself, although hard, Mait has never felt so happy as he is now.

Yes, from the beginning of my memory, Croan has been following his father and brothers, working hard in the fields, day after day, year after year, never having such a so-called rest, but in return, his mother starved to death in the hunger years, and his sister was sold to the city people as servants. The eldest brother chose to escape from such a life, but eventually became a so-called thief and hung on the lamppost on the side of the road.

Life is so difficult. My second brother went to hunt in the wild and wanted to feed his younger brothers, but the nobles considered him poachers and dragged them to death with a horse.

In the end, the family of four men and three women lived to be a true adult. He got married at the age of 32. After three years, he had his own children. He took the fields from his exhausted father and began a new cycle. Fortunately, the goddesses were sympathetic. In the following time, the entire Canary Kingdom was in good weather. Croan then raised three boys and two daughters through the fields. After living for the past fifty years, his back was already hunched and his hair was gray. He thought that he would have one day like a father handed over the fields to his children, handed over these fields to his eldest brother, and then sent the second and third sons away. This was a farm life. He could support five children. He had already lived a greater life than his father... and luck.

But half a year ago, the nobles in which they lived transferred the population of the entire village to a countess who had received the honor, a foreigner who was said to be very kind and a grassland elf.

In the North, the grassland elves have a good reputation. Compared with the human nobles, they do what they do like angels.

Yes, just as the angels did not beat or scold them at will, and did not ignore them. These foreigners gave all the migrant peasant families the ownership of public fields and fields, but the countess declared very kindly that the output in the first year would be no tax, and the output in the second year would be levied 20%, and they would give public farm tools, including oxen and iron plows.

In Croan's eyes, this was simply a paradise life. Croan and his three children, the oldest was fifteen years old and the youngest was ten years old. Each man obtained enough land. The merciful Countess declared that as long as these allocated public fields could be planted with food and would not be abandoned, they would be handed over to the owner forever to cultivate.

So Croan took his children to sow the fields, and the kind Countess even established a relationship with the druids. The druids would come to the fields from time to time to help them control insect pests. The last time was two days ago, a beautiful and lovely grassland elf lady came to the fields and sowed deworming objects for her own fields and the fields of her neighbors.

In a few days, I heard that the honeycomb would be moved, not the kind of killer bees that were fatal, but honey-producing bees. The nobles heard that they like honey very much, and the kind countess distributed her bees to every field evenly. The grassland elf, the bees would teach wheat... So what? Forget it, I can't remember, in short, it is to increase wheat yield. Croan didn't know what these foreigners said about "science", but he knew that all this was to harvest more wheat.

Like fertilization, although it was the first time that Croan knew that the fields still needed to be fertilized, and there were many things he had not known before, but now he knew that the kind Countess and her foreigners had helped him wholeheartedly.

"Father, let the third brother take a break, he can't do it anymore." The eldest son's plea made Croan turn around, and then he realized that his third son was sweating profusely and looked really exhausted... Just like he was like back then: "Bodda, go to the shade of the tree to sit."

Now the life in the fields is no longer as busy as it was in spring. Croan decided to let the boy take a break. According to the kind Countess, this is called a combination of work and rest? It is really a long Tang idiom that makes people confused, but as long as it is what she said, Croan will think it is correct. Besides, when she came here, the kind Countess also divided several bags of snow-white flour and some bacon. The family was far from being cut off, so it would be better to give Bodda a break. After all, this child... How could I say, Croan couldn't say it, but when the grassland elf lady came over a few days ago, she said that this child had the talent to become a druid.

Druid?

That was a famous professional. Croan regarded this as a joke from the beginning. If his child really had such talent, it would be a great thing, but... a professional appeared in a family like the Mait family that has been farmers for generations, which sounded like a joke no matter what.

If he had such a talent, would the Mait family have fallen to that level?

But just as Croan was thinking, the shouts from the second son made Croan break free from the memory. He raised his head and saw the grassland elf lady and the druids beside her. They were far away. Croan couldn't see clearly, his ears were back, and the conversation between them could not be heard. But Croan still saw the green light lit up in his third child's hand. Although it was blurry, it was light.

When the grassland elf smiled and waved to his family, Croan walked over carefully and got closer. He finally saw the light on his children's hands and heard the voices of the druid masters: "It's a good seedling, the most basic trick will be understood at one point, and the future will be unlimited."

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

Looking at the laughter of the grassland elf lady in front of him, Croan smiled and was very happy: "Dear grassland elf lady, can my Boda have a full meal like the master in the future?"

"That's right, old Croan, as long as your Poda has completed his apprenticeship, he will be a druid. At that time, he will join our Druid Order and teach farmers to plant various crops like us. Don't worry, we will not take your children away." As if he felt that Croan was worried about this, Miss Prairie Elf comforted me so much.

"That's great." Croan seemed very happy, but gradually, when he remembered the sad experience he had when he was young, the old farmer's laughter brought tears to his eyes.
Chapter completed!