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Chapter 2: Rice Farming 101

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I jolted awake to Big D’s furious battle cry, and the angry sqwalling of a fox. I
had a shovel in my hand and was out the door as fast as I could into the
extremely pleasant night.
Big D was apping around the fox’s head, kicking at it furiously. He was too
young for his spurs to deal any damage, but he was trying his little heart out.

I was trans xed for a moment, as David challenged Goliath.

Until the fox managed to hit him with it’s paw, and knocked him down and
away. His footing was fouled. His fate was sealed. The Fox pounced, It’s razor
sharp teeth going for the kill, to end my little warrior.

Oh? You dare trespass into this Daddy’s domain?!

….I can’t believe I just thought that. I snort to myself.

The fox’s teeth clamped down on iron instead of esh, and it looked up,
shocked at the intervention.
It was then the fox realised it fucked up.

My shovel whirled, and with a klang! The fox died.

I looked to my little warrior. He had managed to get to his feet, and was
glaring as hatefully as he could at the fox’s corpse. I gave him a once over, and
he was ne, as were my girls. Just a fright.

I didn’t blame the fox, it was his nature. I hoped he didn’t blame me for
braining him with a shovel in retaliation.
And then selling his fur, because I’m totally going to do that. And I think you
can eat fox.

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You can, in fact eat fox. wouldn't recommend it. Tastes like ass.

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Growing rice properly involves a bit more than just chucking your seed into the
ground and hoping for the best. I had witnessed the cultivation method of the
farmers from the village, and they were a bit… lacking.

For example, the rst thing you do is soak it in a 1/16 ratio of salted water. The
rice seed with the greatest amount of endosperm, and therefore the best
chance of a yield will sink to the bottom of your barrel, while the rest will oat
to the top.
Then, after soaking, you plant the desirable seeds in wide buckets for the rst
part of their life as they sprout.

Then, nally, you transplant them to your paddies. I always found it rather
strange that rice does better when you rip it out of the soil and stu it
somewhere else than leaving it be.
The funny thing is that I learned most of this from reading a manga. Thanks,
Shizuko. Cheating using techniques from the 1860s when I was in a mid-to
pre-thousands world, like all true Isekai heroes!

Except guns would be pretty much useless, and I had no desire to conquer the
world. Eh, rice is more important than that stu anyways.
But enough about that. I was currently on the “sprouting” stage. The paddies
themselves were under way, carved into the side of one of the hills in the
terraced style, and fed by one of the small rivers, for when it nally came time
to ood them.
Cultivator strength and endurance always did turn tasks that should have
taken months or years into matters of mere days.

Though sometimes I had a sneaking suspicion that my “zen” modes lasted for
longer than I thought they did. I was always super hungry when they stopped,
and occasionally Big D was giving me the gimlet eye when I got back home.
Cultivation be whack, yo.

I grunted, as I nished examining the terrace wall for any potential defects. It
looked pretty good, but just in case, I pushed some more of my qi into it,
lending my spirit to help reinforce the wall, and strengthen the grass’ roots to
keep everything steady.
The masters at the sects would probably have an aneurysm about how much
qi I was “wasting”, but I didn’t see it as a waste. It was a resource. If you got it,
use it. Besides, it didn’t take that long for it to come back. At the start of the
next day I was normally feeling fresh as a daisy. Maybe if I was a better
cultivator, or had bigger reserves, it might take longer, but I didn’t know, and
didn’t care.

Yawning, I wandered back to my little house, Big D greeting me with his

signature screech.
“You tell em, Big D.” I scratched his head a ectionately. His defeat hadn’t
made him nervous, so that was good. He was still a little ball of piss and
vinegar.

My Lowly Spiritual Herbs were growing in their buckets beside my sprouting

rice. The spirit herbs needed qi to grow properly, and I gured, why not just
juice the rice too? Can’t be any harm.
I had also repotted the strange root I had found. I couldn’t just run o to the
archive, so this was the only way I had to store it, and It had some qi to it. So It
got a dousing too.

I carefully infused my spirit into the water, and then picked up my watering
can and got to work, with Big D sitting on my shoulder, occasionally hopping
o to snap up a bug that dared try to assault my little grow operation.
Good Boy. More spirit greens for you after dinner.

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And so things went. I had to brain a few more foxes and a starving looking
wolf, but otherwise, things were largely peaceful.

Chop wood.
Break rock.

Plant crop.
Nurture with qi.

Eat food.
Sleep.

Months pass.
I love it here.

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The Great Master had given him the name Bi De. He knew not what it meant,
but he knew the name was his. He knew it was powerful.

But he was not.

Awareness was a ckle thing. It came and it went. But he knew during those
times. He thought. And he was elevated above those who were beneath him.
During the night, his senses were sharper, to better alert the Great Master to
interlopers, those of red fur and sharp teeth.

But every time he failed in something he knew was his duty, to defend the
females, he knew great shame. His Great Master nurtured him without
reservation anyways, treating him like a favoured son, and not the shameful
thing he was.
He was weak. He had to grow in strength, and ful ll his destiny!

He rode upon the Great Master’s shoulder while he infused their food with his
very essence, and struck from above upon the base creatures that dared to
sup o his powerful essence.
He stood the night watch while the Great Master slept. He guarded the home
while the Great Master completed his great wonders, commanding the land
and taming the forest.

He watched, as the Great Master moved in the morning, his body owing with
wondrous skill.
And so he sought to improve himself. He ran through the Great Master’s
Lands. He jumped over the hills, and onto the giant branches of trees. He
shoved his body against the Great Pots of Growth, until he could nally move
them.

And now, he stood upon the Great Pillars of The Fa Ram (another name with a
surely sublime meaning), and gave it his all to imitate the Great Master, to
have some pale imitation of his sublime skill.
His body soared through the air. His legs lashed out with strength unknown to
his lesser kin. He danced as the Great Master danced. He did breath, as the
Great Master drew breath.

Something swirled around him.

Within him.

/////////
I smiled at Big D as he hopped and kicked along my fence.

Cute little guy.

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