Well, now that I’ve finished my morning habits it’s time to check the fields and livestock.
The main product of our house is ramno (ラムノ, can’t find a translation, possible persimmon?), but it’s not possible to support ourselves with just that (in the sense of how we’d appear to the public).
Although this country circulates currency, at its core we follow self-sufficiency and bartering.
The fields are roughly 3 acres, with half an acre given to the ramno. Half of the acres are meadow, and the other half go to planting seasonal root vegetables (sweet potato).
In this world, there is no word for crop rotation, but it’s a rule of thumb that planting the same things again and again is bad. For that reason, we plant different things every year to give them a rest. However, with no knowledge of fertilizer, recovery can’t catch up and this crop would become bad.
However, I have earth magic, my memory from a previous life, and we’re surrounded by the mountain and sea. Given the fact I was the son of a farmer, fertilizer making is familiar. So the lands of our farm always have a big crop. Because of this, the wild boars and blue deer frequently invade our land.
Of course, it’s surrounded by fences and earth walls as well as traps we set up, but they are desperate to live. They invade through many obstacles.
To make matters worse, gray wolves come to corner the wild boars and deer that get caught in the traps and fencing. Well, it’s not too much of a problem because we can gather the pelts from animals caught in the traps, but it takes time and effort. Making functional fences takes a surprising amount of finesse.
Also, pests are a problem. In a world without pesticide, it is only natural you’d find insects. While it’s true I can stop the pest problem with a barrier, there is such a thing as the eyes of the public, and I try not to use it so that I can continue to appreciate how hard this life is. Well, I use it in some places.
First, I look at the Ramno. I do not see anything suspicious in the branches and there are no insects. It seems to be going well.
Mother was pulling weeds when I entered the field.
“Mother, how are the fields?”
“There is too much nourishment so the weeds flourish.”
Ha… well, the goats are happy.
The usual exchange is made and then I head for the barn.
Most of the farmers have livestock.
Wheat famers near the center of the village keep beef (water buffalo-like) and chicken to cultivate the field. Farmers on the mountain side milk and feed goats, and use horses to carry wood (the horses are smaller but stronger in this world).
My house also keeps horses and goats as well, but I keep another type of goat for their hair.
Two years ago, a hawker came from the north with a special hairy goat that inhabits colder areas.
The long hair of the goat is durable and easy to thread for a bow. It also serves good milk and delicious meat. They have a strong fertility and live on weeds.
Though they were expensive, costing three gold for a pair (about 600,000 yen in my original world), it was a really good buy. They are a very useful livestock.
I open the door to the livestock which is secretly reinforced with earth magic and barriers, to find sixteen long haired goats and six normal goats for milking. I put out twenty chickens and the horses.
I’ve checked all of the livestock on the ranch.
“Yeah, everyone seems to be healthy.”
I am satisfied and enter the barn.
Although I call it a barn, it’s really a hole dug and spread out in the mountain two tennis courts in size.
Although the livestock are divided, they aren’t confined by a fence. There is no reason to bother since I know they won’t leave because it’s safe, comfortable, clean, and with plenty of water. I concluded that there is no issue.
“Well, it looks like a good turnout of eggs today. Pretty good.”
I collect the eggs in a basket and place them on the shelf near the door so that I can clean the goat’s and horse’s bedding.
The barn cleaning takes about an hour, which is easy thanks to this body that can carry five tons. I really appreciate god’s gifts.
“Alright then. How about some breakfast.”