Blending of Planes: I am leisurely farming

The next morning, when the first ray of sunlight penetrated the mist and tried to wake up the sleeping earth, Sean had already pushed his cart to the south side of the farm.

Standing by the canal that had just been dredged a few days ago, Sean looked at the land that was about to be reclaimed.

The fields were pitch black, with traces of the fire still faintly visible. A layer of ash covered the land, accumulating nutrients for the land.

There are still some grass roots remaining on the surface, reluctantly embracing the earth.

In particular, there was a plant similar to "Dodder". Although the leaves of the entire plant had been burned, the stems had still survived the fire and were still wreaking havoc on the surface, entwining and coiling together with the rubble and dead wood, firmly holding the gaps on the surface, adding a lot of trouble to Sean's journey of land reclamation.

"This won't work. If I dig it with a hoe now, it will definitely get broken. It's better to clear away these things that are in the way first." Sean observed for a while and came to a conclusion.

Picking up the seven-toothed rake, he hummed twice with interest, imitating the sound of a pig.

"Ah~ Seven-tooth, you have two fewer teeth than Nine-tooth~" He improvised a little tune and began to clear the larger stones, dead wood and remaining tree stumps on the ground.

Grabbing the rake, he pulled it back, pulling out the radish with the mud, and the entire dodder along with its underground roots were pulled out.

The whole family, young and old, were thrown aside by Sean and lay together with the rubble that had been cleared.

After clearing away the obstructions, Sean picked up the hoe from the cart and began the second step of turning the soil along the previously measured range.

"Crack~" Sean swung his powerful arms high, and the hoe fell heavily, buried deeply in the soil.

Holding the hoe handle and lifting it upward, a large piece of soil was loosened and lifted up like a lever. As the hoe went up and down, pieces of hard soil were turned up, revealing the soft soil underneath.

As the hoe continued to turn the ground, the wood ash on the surface was gradually turned into the soil, mixed with the soil, and added nutrients to the land.

These weeds burned by the fire will be turned into the soil and become history of the past, and new hope will be born on this new cultivated land!

The process of turning the soil was not smooth. The frozen and hard soil continued to consume Sean's physical strength, and the constant recoil force from the hoe handle made Sean's palms numb.

Coupled with the cold winter wind, Sean's bare hands were gradually frozen and he lost the sense of numbness. He just swung the hoe mechanically. In addition, the continuous bending and exerting force put increasing pressure on his waist.

If Sean didn't have a strong physique, he would have been unable to stand up straight after working in the fields like this.

Although most of the weeds had been cleared, a few of them still stubbornly took root deep in the soil, causing trouble for Sean from time to time.

Whenever he encountered these stubborn roots, Sean would stop, dig the soil around them with a hoe to loosen them, and then pull them out of the ground one by one with his hands.

Only by completely removing these roots can we ensure that the land is flat and loose, and prevent the re-growth of weeds next year as much as possible.

Time passed little by little, the sun rose gradually, and the morning mist had long dissipated.

Sweat soaked Sean's back, and the evaporating heat formed a mist in the cold air. Sweat beads slid down his cheeks, dripped onto the ground, and mixed with the soil.

But Sean had no intention of stopping. He knew that this farm needed his persistence and hard work, whether for his future life or for his grandfather's last wish.

If he had the energy to spare, in this world that was about to face unknown terrors, since the sacred tree said that this farm was important, he would find a way to run the farm and do his part for the world.

After turning the soil, the large clods of soil should be broken up to make the compacted land more loose and breathable, which is conducive to the growth and development of plant roots.

While breaking up large clods of soil, leveling the land with a harrow can also effectively remove impurities in the soil and improve soil fertility and water retention capacity.

After wiping the sweat off his forehead, Sean took out his cell phone and checked. It was already noon.

It was time to eat and rest. Sean, who had already plowed two acres of land, stopped his work. After all, people are not machines and cannot work continuously.

There is no black-hearted boss here who urges you: "If you don't do it, there are plenty of Parughans who will do it." Sean remembered the famous slogan in his previous life.

Crossing the path along the edge of the farmland and heading towards the river, he slid down the bank, squatted down, dipped his hands gently into the water, and rubbed them slowly.

Immediately, the muddy water spread out with Sean's hands as the center. After drifting out for a while, it was purified by the entire river. The muddy water settled down, and the entire river surface returned to its original appearance of being white and reflecting the waves in the distance and crystal clear in the near distance.

Not minding the dirt, Sean found a spot covered with dry grass on the embankment and sat down.

He took out the still steaming ham and bacon porridge from the space, paired it with the jar of pickled radish that Penny had given him last time and a plate of stir-fried vegetables, which was very delicious.

He put down the bowl and chopsticks, leaned back slightly, supported his hands behind his back, and stared into the distance with a dazed look.

On the other side of the river, the trees in the woods are closely connected, with branches and leaves intertwined, as if forming an indestructible barrier, guarding the unknown secrets deep in the forest.

Sean's gaze seemed to be able to penetrate the dense forest, over the hill, and come to the blockaded area surrounded by coal mine forest behind the dense forest.

Once people have free time, they tend to have random thoughts.

[Shenshu, what do you think I should do to stop that dark shadow from invading the world?]

[What should I do? Sometimes it’s good to be a person who knows nothing and live in ignorance.]

[Will sacrificing these things and running the farm well really help the future situation?] As usual, the image of the sacred tree in my consciousness did not respond for a long time.

Sean fell into an emotional whirlpool and began to doubt himself deeply.

Knowing full well that the sacred tree would not respond, Sean still kept asking the sacred tree, which actually showed that he had no answer about the future in his heart.

It’s like when you are in college and have to take an advanced math exam at the end of the semester, but you usually skip classes and stay in your dorm playing games. You feel confused and anxious and don’t know where to start studying when you have to cram.

The huge gap between the great sense of responsibility to save the world and his own weak abilities almost overwhelmed Sean himself.

"Gurgle gurgle." He plunged his head into the river, and the cold river water poured into his cochlea and froze his entire crown. The only sounds in the world were the bubbles exhaled from his mouth and the dull sounds flowing down his cheeks.

Then came a strong feeling of suffocation, but the instinctive will to survive quickly drove away the anxiety.

"Huff~" He raised his head and let the water droplets slide down his face and drip into his collar. At this moment, Sean did nothing and thought nothing, just breathing heavily.

After a while, he stood up, picked up the rake beside him and started to break the soil into pieces. He used work to enrich himself and prevent himself from falling into mental exhaustion.

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Early in the morning.

"Sean! Sean!" It seemed as if someone was calling me in my sleep, and hurried footsteps were running towards me.

"It must be a dream, don't disturb me." Sean muttered and turned over unconsciously.

"Knock knock knock!" Then, the loud knock on the door woke Sean up.

"Who is it?" Feeling the night, Sean, in a daze, lifted the quilt, sat up, and wandered around on the ground with his bare feet searching for his shoes, looking like he had not woken up yet.

"Hurry, hurry, hurry. Human lives are at stake. There's no time to explain. Bring shovels and other digging tools, put on warm clothes, and go to Harvey's clinic to gather. I still have to notify other people!" Pierre shouted anxiously outside the door, panting.

"What! I'll come right away!" Sean suddenly woke up completely after hearing that. He picked up his pants without caring which way was which and just pulled them up by the trouser legs.

"Hurry! I'm leaving first!" The hurried footsteps quickly faded away.

After making sure that Sean heard clearly what he meant, Pierre turned around and ran away without stopping.