I Was Reincarnated as a Poor Farmer in a Different World, so I Decided to Make Bricks to Build a Castle - Chapter 30

"It's annoying ~. They hurt my cute kids."

After dedicating the service beast to the nobility family, he is now returning to the inn he took in the city.

I was complaining in one room after another.

This is exactly what it means to be boiled back.

When I was watching a beast with horns cut off, I suddenly almost got beaten up.

The palm of my hand was holding it tightly when I was trying not to jump, and my nails were stung and bleeding.

Hmm, I remember what I heard in my previous life.

I'm talking about a guide dog who's trying to help blind people with visual impairments.

Guide dogs undergo specialized training to replace the eyes of the visually impaired.

The first step seems to be to stop barking at all times.

Because you can't work as a guide dog if you bark nauseously.

But one time, it seems that someone pushed a cigarette fire against a guide dog that was stopped by a signal or something.

As I was pressed with the bake mark, my hair was burned and my skin was burned.

However, the dog trained as a guide dog did not ring.

The invisible owner didn't scream, so he couldn't notice the despicable behavior at that time.

The owner, who noticed the matter later, lamented greatly.

Normally, such a dog would be a dog that hates humans, but the dog, who was a good guide dog, stayed close to humans until he died.

A dog that has been a partner with humans since time immemorial will survive as long as it is educated.

And perhaps even a service beast can do as much.

Even after the act of cutting off the horns growing from his head, the Service Beast endured without screaming.

I accidentally shed tears. [M]

It's time to calm down.

"What, you don't regret it?"

"I'm worried that the Valkyries who were cut will die prematurely. I don't know what I'd be blamed for if the service beast I gave up died right away."

Mummy.

Is such a thing possible?

Unlike me, my father was so calm.

Unlike me, my father, who lives in this world, is an uneducated peasant, but he is not mentally ill.

You notice a lot of things that I don't notice.

Especially, we know how socially vulnerable our farmers are.

I'm sure that's where the speech just came from.

Possibility of premature death of a Horned Servitor.

I didn't think about it, but I do worry about it.

I mean, we don't even know how long Valkyries have.

How many years will you live?

Will I get sick or weak if I cut my horn?

I'm sorry, but I might have to check it out later.

In addition, it seems that there was something else that my father was concerned about.

That was the woodland I cut open.

If I leave them alone, I will cut open a forest that could erode the village in a short period of time.

I don't know exactly how you feel about it.

Probably looks horribly creepy.

But there seemed to be more to worry about.

It was about the practical issue of collecting taxes.

Depending on the size of the farmland, peasants take the main form of taxes on the amount of head tax per person and the land tax paid.

Moreover, farmers decide to pay taxes on wheat made in their fields.

And it seems that I couldn't predict how much this year's tax would be due to my expansion of cancer land this time.

In fact, the villagers thought that they would never be able to pay taxes if the fields were expanded so much.

It seems that the village chief was secretly planning to take the fields away from me because he could no longer pay taxes.

I was able to meet with the noble family that ruled the land this time.

My father made the petition he had been thinking about there.

In order to produce service beasts in the future, it was necessary to make hatsuka in the fields, and they complained that wheat could not be produced in fields that had been opened up in the forest.

Even on the noble side, there is no desire for the production of service beasts and the development of forests.

He listened desperately to his petitioner's father and allowed the production and sale of beasts, as well as the formal ownership of land and the payment of taxes with money, not wheat.

It would be very fortunate for me to be born with a father I can count on.

In this way, I officially became the owner of the land.