On the next morning, Kazura was lead by Valetta and Valin to the surviving potato fields.
Those are the potatoes that the villagers put great effort on and somehow they survived the drought. The green leaves were spread wide, the vine were slithering. The plants looked very healthy.
「Oh, if it’s this green then it’s really healthy.」
「Yes. It all thanks to the aqueduct. With so much water, it no longer succumbed to the drought.」
While Kazura and the others were inspecting the fields, the villagers that were tending the field came to greet them. They were pulling weeds between the gaps of potatoes leaves or transporting the drawn water from reservoir.
Beside the fields was the aqueduct that goes to the reservoir, but no water was flowing in it now since the reservoir almost filled with water.
From the looks of the villagers that take turn in working, it seems like that the entire village cooperated in tending the fields.
「This potato, is it about this big when it harvested?」
「Ummmm, That size can be called big. From 1 seedling we can only harvest about 5 piece of this.」
While saying these words, Valetta made a small circle with her hand.
The circle had the same size of an M-size egg that was sold in Japan’s Supermarket, it was a somewhat smallish potato.
A yield of 5 pieces per one seedling was in no way would be sufficient..
「What kind of fertilizer do you use?」
「Uumm... what is for-tea-lay-sir?」
「.......Eh?」
What did she said? Seeing Valetta’s confused expression, Kazura was immediately petrified. He was pulled back from his thoughts. This is another world so he might had given a wrong name or terminology.
「Eerrrr, It was something that you mix with the soil to give nourishment to the crop. You don’t had something that you scatter on the field?」
「Ah, the rite for abundant harvest. For asking Gre.... God to grant an abundant harvest, after we sow the crops’ seeds, we scattered the fine crushed Kafcu bone, that we had hunted in the mountain, in the field.」
(TL: I think that Kafcu or Kafuku カフク was a pun on 禍福 also pronounced kafuku that had meaning of ‘fortune and misfortune’. I spent a lot of time puzzled by this)
「...... Is there anything else that is scattered?」
「Uummm.... Nothing else...... A, ano, perhaps it wasn't supposed to be bone, but meat that should be offered? It was a custom since olden days to scatter the bone, but as expected, rather than bone...... meat is...... better......, is...... it.......?」
Apparently, this village had no concept of fertilizer in farming.
Although some form of fertilizer was scattered as a sort of rite, their purpose was not to increase the soil’s nutrient, so the villagers didn’t scatter a large amount of it.
Also, even if Kazura had heard it, he doesn’t bother about God’s preference.
「Let’s leave the God’s preference of animal bone or meat aside for now. To make the crops healthier it’s indispensable for the soil to also be healthy.」
「The soil?」
Hearing Kazura’s words, Valetta bend her head with slightly doubtful.
But, Valetta thought that the crops could grow to harvest all thanks to God’s blessing and grace.
「Yes, for that reason in the middle of forest was a humus.... Something that looks like soil from rotting fallen leaves or food scraps that was mixed with the soil, that then will be mixed with the soil in the field.」
「Ano...... To mix rotting things to the field, won't God wouldn’t become mad?」
Valetta asked with puzzled expression after hearing Kazura’s explanation.
The villagers considered that the act of mixing something with the soil had the meaning of offering something to the God.
「Ah, It will be all right. On the contrary, I think that God will be delighted as the soil become healthier. The God will use them to make the soil healthier.」
Hearing Kazura’s words, Valetta and Valin somehow could understand.
Although the idea about the crops growing all thanks to God was not dismissed anyhow, since the thought of “All thanks to God” was held since a long time. If suddenly they were told 「If the soil doesn’t healthy then the crops cannot be healthy」, they would not understand.
For the time being, he decided to use the nuance of "God use the humus to bless the field".
「So, it’s important to collect the humus in the forest but.........」
「I understand. The people of the village will gather it. Everyone, let’s us gather something that is called humus.」
Hearing Valin’s words, the villager that was working in the field called the others.
The other villager then stopped their work and after listening to what the village’s chief had said, they ran to call the other villagers.
「Then, I will go to call the other villagers. Valetta go and fetch the pullcart.」
「Un.」
(TL: Un [うん] means yes. I mean since a girl make ‘un’ sound is cute you know! So I will keep it as original.) (ED: Cute is justice.) (TL: Life fact No #1)
「Ah, I will also fetch it. Let’s go together.」
On the next morning, Kazura was lead by Valetta and Valin to the surviving potato fields.Those are the potatoes that the villagers put great effort on and somehow they survived the drought. The green leaves were spread wide, the vine were slithering. The plants looked very healthy.「Oh, if it’s this green then it’s really healthy.」「Yes. It all thanks to the aqueduct. With so much water, it no longer succumbed to the drought.」While Kazura and the others were inspecting the fields, the villagers that were tending the field came to greet them. They were pulling weeds between the gaps of potatoes leaves or transporting the drawn water from reservoir.Beside the fields was the aqueduct that goes to the reservoir, but no water was flowing in it now since the reservoir almost filled with water.From the looks of the villagers that take turn in working, it seems like that the entire village cooperated in tending the fields.「This potato, is it about this big when it harvested?」「Ummmm, That size can be called big. From 1 seedling we can only harvest about 5 piece of this.」While saying these words, Valetta made a small circle with her hand.The circle had the same size of an M-size egg that was sold in Japan’s Supermarket, it was a somewhat smallish potato.A yield of 5 pieces per one seedling was in no way would be sufficient..「What kind of fertilizer do you use?」「Uumm... what is for-tea-lay-sir?」「.......Eh?」What did she said? Seeing Valetta’s confused expression, Kazura was immediately petrified. He was pulled back from his thoughts. This is another world so he might had given a wrong name or terminology.「Eerrrr, It was something that you mix with the soil to give nourishment to the crop. You don’t had something that you scatter on the field?」「Ah, the rite for abundant harvest. For asking Gre.... God to grant an abundant harvest, after we sow the crops’ seeds, we scattered the fine crushed Kafcu bone, that we had hunted in the mountain, in the field.」(TL: I think that Kafcu or Kafuku カフク was a pun on 禍福 also pronounced kafuku that had meaning of ‘fortune and misfortune’. I spent a lot of time puzzled by this)「...... Is there anything else that is scattered?」「Uummm.... Nothing else...... A, ano, perhaps it wasn't supposed to be bone, but meat that should be offered? It was a custom since olden days to scatter the bone, but as expected, rather than bone...... meat is...... better......, is...... it.......?」Apparently, this village had no concept of fertilizer in farming.Although some form of fertilizer was scattered as a sort of rite, their purpose was not to increase the soil’s nutrient, so the villagers didn’t scatter a large amount of it.Also, even if Kazura had heard it, he doesn’t bother about God’s preference.「Let’s leave the God’s preference of animal bone or meat aside for now. To make the crops healthier it’s indispensable for the soil to also be healthy.」「The soil?」Hearing Kazura’s words, Valetta bend her head with slightly doubtful.But, Valetta thought that the crops could grow to harvest all thanks to God’s blessing and grace.「Yes, for that reason in the middle of forest was a humus.... Something that looks like soil from rotting fallen leaves or food scraps that was mixed with the soil, that then will be mixed with the soil in the field.」「Ano...... To mix rotting things to the field, won't God wouldn’t become mad?」Valetta asked with puzzled expression after hearing Kazura’s explanation.The villagers considered that the act of mixing something with the soil had the meaning of offering something to the God.「Ah, It will be all right. On the contrary, I think that God will be delighted as the soil become healthier. The God will use them to make the soil healthier.」Hearing Kazura’s words, Valetta and Valin somehow could understand.Although the idea about the crops growing all thanks to God was not dismissed anyhow, since the thought of “All thanks to God” was held since a long time. If suddenly they were told 「If the soil doesn’t healthy then the crops cannot be healthy」, they would not understand.For the time being, he decided to use the nuance of "God use the humus to bless the field".「So, it’s important to collect the humus in the forest but.........」「I understand. The people of the village will gather it. Everyone, let’s us gather something that is called humus.」Hearing Valin’s words, the villager that was working in the field called the others.The other villager then stopped their work and after listening to what the village’s chief had said, they ran to call the other villagers.「Then, I will go to call the other villagers. Valetta go and fetch the pullcart.」「Un.」(TL: Un [うん] means yes. I mean since a girl make ‘un’ sound is cute you know! So I will keep it as original.) (ED: Cute is justice.) (TL: Life fact No #1)「Ah, I will also fetch it. Let’s go together.」
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