I Was Reincarnated as a Poor Farmer in a Different World, so I Decided to Make Bricks to Build a Castle - Chapter 3

I'm hungry.

Years have passed since I started a new life in this world.

I am up to three years old. [M]

I didn't have anything to do when I was a baby, so I spent a lot of time on magic training.

As a result, I have learned something.

There seemed to be two kinds of magic that existed inside and outside my body.

Apparently, the air also contains magic.

You can incorporate such an outside magic from your mouth and then merge it with the magic in your body.

Since I realized this, I have tried to combine two kinds of magic in my stomach, roughly slightly below my stomach, and to control it so that it goes all over my body.

Thanks to this, magic can now be practiced naturally.

But there was one problem.

That means you still can't use magic.

Apparently, the magic my mother used could not be used without going to the "church".

To some extent, when a child grows up, he or she will be taken to church and subjected to rituals.

That way, they can use simple life magic such as lighting, ignition, and drinking water.

Conversely, if you don't go to church, you won't be able to use magic.

Thanks to my parents, I couldn't use magic other than life magic, but I couldn't use it.

But that's why I couldn't give up.

Sometimes I wanted to try magic quickly, but I wonder if it was because I was conscious from a very small age.

Sometimes I was very free.

I've been trying and making mistakes trying to figure out how to use magic.

Since I was able to speak, I've been trying desperately not to activate magic by squashing the right words alongside bumps.

And finally, recently, I started to feel a response.

That was triggered by the fact that I went out to the field.

My reincarnated new home was nothing short of affluent.

Or rather, poverty would not be a problem.

I've been looking at the house since I was a baby, but the farmer who lives in the worn house was my family.

They live in the same worn clothes every day and grow wheat in the fields to earn a living.

However, since many of the crops that are hard made are also collected as taxes, there are few things to talk about every day.

I've never seen you eating a full stomach.

I left my shabby house and came to the field because I was too hungry.

But I guess it's sad.

At that time, nothing was likely to be eaten.

But just because you can't give up doesn't mean you can't.

Anyway, whatever I wanted to eat, I decided to grow my own crops.

Position the end of the field behind the house as your own space.

Crouching there, he put his little hands on the ground and closed his eyes.

Take a big breath and then exhale.

With the intention of replacing all of the air inside you, you turn your mind to your body as you breathe deeply.

Slowly, gently, but surely, mix the magic captured from the outside to build up the magic.

Enough magic under your navel, this time pulling it up to your chest, pushing it down towards your head, hands, and feet.

The pushed magic reaches the edge of the body and then returns to the torso.

Carefully, the magic begins to flow slowly and smoothly so as not to get stuck.

And it was repeated many times.

How many deep breaths did I take?

The magic accumulated in my torso was increasing to such an extent that there was no place to go.

Now take it to the palm of your hand on the ground.

The magic that existed in the air was like an invisible light gas like oxygen.

However, the magic that has been refined in your body has transformed into a viscous liquid-like image.

Even so, it is not really a liquid, so there is no dripping water from my hands.

However, such magic seeps through the palm of your hand into the soil of the field.

The magic in your body, it's all going to get used to the earth.

Calm down.

Don't lose focus here.

I can tell myself.

Until this point, it has been done before.

This is my response to the magic I was feeling.

But from here on out, it was a failure.

I assumed that the failure was due to my previous loss of focus here.

Life magic taught in the church seemed easy to do when I cast a spell.

Since I had that impression in my head, I think it was a failure to cast the right word as a spell.

Until then, the magic that had been painstakingly crafted and adapted to the land quickly dispersed.

This time, I won't try to cast a spell easily based on that reflection.

Imagery is just as important as building magic.

I used to help out with the field work that my country grandmother was doing in my previous life.

It's like a so-called secondary farmer. I had other jobs, but there were fields and fields of considerable size, and I often saw fertilizers there.

It is no exaggeration to say that the basics of the field are in the good soil.

Soft, fluffy, slightly warm, nourishing soil when touched.

The field I was in now was not a good place to see the dirt.

Or is this really a farmer's field?

I wonder if they are tilling the soil to the minimum extent that they can plant vegetables with a large stone.

Perhaps there is no agricultural technology comparable to that of the 21st century.

No wonder you think so.

Even though there is little life magic in the effect range, there is nothing like a machine.

In front of such a field, my brain remembers the field where my grandmother was making vegetables and imagines the soil.

Black soil with all-purpose fertilizer that can be used on many of the most commonly used vegetables.

A field that is well tilled and softened, removes all wasteful weeds, and makes acorns so that they are well exposed to water and sunlight.

Even imagining the field in that state, the magic turned to the soil.

How much time has passed?

I don't know the exact time.

However, he was crouching on the field with his eyes closed for as long as his throat became dry.

I opened my eyes when all the magic that existed in my body was consumed and I couldn't think anymore.

Only a few meters from the corner of the field had changed its shape.

There were three nutrient-rich soils filled with acorns that had transformed into a completely different state from the rest of the ground.

Thus, I succeeded in my first magic.