"Ding, the host has woken up and the system is being activated, please wait..."
"Ding, the extraordinary lord system has been activated and the mission has started."
A magnetic female voice came to my ears.
"Huh? What's the sound?" Su Mu sat up and rubbed his sleepy eyes.
He was surprised to find that he was not in a rental house at this moment, but in a dilapidated small house.
The whole house is only about twenty square meters, and you can see through it at a glance.
In front of me is a brown-grey solid wood table with a corner missing.
There was a tea set and several pieces of yellowed parchment placed on the table. Strange words were written on the paper, like ghost drawings, which were completely incomprehensible.
"Why did I appear here?" Su Mu was completely confused.
At this moment, a large number of memories poured into his mind, and a strong feeling of swelling and pain hit him, making Su Mu couldn't help but scream in surprise.
He covered his head, gritted his teeth, and endured the pain.
I don't know how long it took, but the pain in my mind slowly disappeared, and Su Mu's clothes were completely soaked in cold sweat.
In just a short while, he accepted the memory of sixteen years of this body.
Based on the memory in his mind, Su Mu realized that he had traveled through time.
This is a place called the Magic Continent, where there are nobles, knights, and magicians.
The original name of this body is Chris Jordon, a sixteen-and-a-half-year-old baron. After completing his coming-of-age ceremony six months ago, he came to his fief, Hope Town.
At this time, a line of golden fonts unfolded in front of me.
Mission: There is a problem in the peanut field in the territory. If it is not solved as soon as possible, it will cause a reduction in food production. Please go to the peanut field as soon as possible to solve the problem.
Mission reward: Awakening of fighting spirit.
Chris (Su Mu) reached out and touched it, and found that the font was illusory and could not be seen or touched.
"I seemed to have heard some system just now. Could it be that this is my golden finger?" Chris stared at the font in front of him, lost in thought.
In the magical continent, when children are around twelve years old, those with talent will awaken their fighting spirit and become powerful knights.
No more than fifteen years old at the latest.
And Chris is now sixteen and a half years old. He is destined to have no chance with the knights and will be an ordinary person for the rest of his life.
But with the existence of the system, Chris has the opportunity to become a knight.
"It seems that I have to complete this task as soon as possible." Chris stood up and stretched his body.
"Dong dong dong." At this time, there was a knock on the door.
"Come in!" Chris sat back in his seat.
After receiving a response, a middle-aged man walked in. He wore gold-rimmed glasses and his hair was neatly combed.
Chris found the identity of the person in front of him from his memory, hoping that the town's political officer Randall Carter was here to assist the former in managing the fiefdom.
"Good day, Lord Chris." Randall Carter performed a chest-stroking salute.
"Good day, Randall." Chris said with a smile.
Randall took out a piece of parchment from his sleeve and began to report on his work yesterday.
At the end, he added: "Mr. Chris, I have something to report to you."
"The peanut fields in the territory have turned yellow in large areas. These damn pigs must be lazy again. I have already punished them on your behalf."
Chris waved his hand and said: "It may not be that the serfs are lazy, maybe there are other problems. Let's go and take a look now."
"As you wish, my lord."
This matter is related to the task issued by the system, so it is necessary for Chris to go and see it in person.
Chris stood up, opened the door, and walked down the narrow aisle, followed closely by Randall.
"Good day, Lord Chris."
"Good day, Lord Chris."
The servants and maids he met along the way all bowed their heads and saluted Chris.
Walking out of the castle, all you can see is barren and desolate sandy land. Occasionally, you can see some green grain fields in the distance.
Outside the castle, five sturdy men came forward and saluted: "Master Chris, do you want to go out?"
The leader's muscles are very strong, he has red hair, and even his beard is red.
Except for this red-haired man, the others are all first-order knights.
"Yes Jonathan, get ready, let's go walk around the territory." Chris said.
"As you wish, my lord." Jonathan turned around and brought over a maroon horse from the stable.
This is Chris's exclusive mount and the only horse in the entire Hope Town.
Chris climbed onto the horse, Jonathan held the reins, and Randall and four other knights followed on foot.
It was early in the morning, and you could see many sallow-looking people carrying hoes and going to work in the fields.
After they saw Chris, they all knelt down in fear.
For these serfs, Chris is their master and can even decide their life or death.
Ten minutes later, Chris and his team came to the terraced field where peanuts were planted, which was about 13 to 4 acres in size. It could be seen that more than half of the peanut seedlings were beginning to turn yellow.
At this moment, from a dilapidated thatched house next to the peanut field, an old man in his fifties or sixties hurriedly ran out. He was in ragged clothes, thin and had many marks on his body from being whipped.
"Old John pays homage to the lord." The old man knelt down in front of Chris, his body trembling slightly, and he looked extremely frightened.
Randall stepped forward, kicked Old John's raised butt hard, and snorted coldly: "You damn lazy guy, you must have watered less to make the peanut field look like this."
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Old John trembled and said: "My lord, you are wronged. I water the water once in the morning, noon and evening every day. I never dare to neglect it."
Chris raised his hand to stop Randall. He jumped off the horse, picked off a yellowed peanut leaf, and rubbed it with his hands.
"Dear Sir, how can you do this kind of thing with your own hands? This is beneath your status as a noble." Randall quickly came over and said.
Chris ignored him. As a modern person, he didn't care about these restrictions at all.
If nothing else, these peanuts are lacking nitrogen fertilizer.
So, Chris came to the kneeling old John and asked: "Let me ask you, when was the last time you fertilized?"
Old John was stunned for a moment, then raised his head and said, "Sir, what is fertilization?"
"It's fertilizer!" Chris couldn't help but say.
Old John scratched his head, a little confused, and even Randall and others beside him were confused.
Chris pinched his eyebrows and asked: "Let me ask you, how do you usually take care of these peanuts?"