Into the healing farming game

10th Day of Spring

It’s probably just my imagination, but the longer I stay active in my dreams, the less refreshing I feel in the morning.

Does this reflect the idea that in order to have a deep sleep, one must not dream?

I’m not sure, as it’s purely my feeling.

Today, I interacted with many systems in my dreams.

Now that I’ve realized the necessity of enchantment, it’s natural to become interested in smelting and crafting.

While smelting is done using a blast furnace, how can an individual build and operate one?

In this respect, the convenience provided by the game was extremely valuable.

I learned that crafting involves a crafting table made from stone and wood, a melting furnace that contains a lot of iron ore, and an enchantment table that can be used with various materials.

That’s all the information I gathered from searching through the UI and system.

In reality, the smelting enchantment were divided into three processes.

Despite having some crafting skills, I wondered why there were no recipes available, so I had to create a separate crafting station.

Not knowing otherwise, I assumed there were no manufactured items.

This moment highlighted the saying that knowledge is power.

My eyebrows feel heavy when I wake up in the morning.

The gloomy state of my body is not very pleasant.

I shouldn’t be active in my dreams for too long.

The feeling of being hit hard on the brain came gently, thanks to my mining level rising to 5, along with combat level 1.

I learned a slightly more efficient route, how to use my body well, and a good way to handle a sword.

Though it was clumsy, good knowledge seeped into my brain sporadically, like raindrops.

Although nothing changed dramatically, it was encouraging to gain relevant experience.

I no longer had to swing my sword as hard as before, avoiding injury from slamming it into walls or the ground.

A glass of cool water helped wake me up in the morning.

Traces of clothes and armor, covered in dust and dirt from yesterday’s mining, remained intact and were left in a corner, creating a musty appearance.

To revive my tired body, I wanted to experience the performance of the laundry soap and washboard I purchased.

I took showers and did laundry together.

A few chunks of slime and drops of bat blood had to be cleaned off the armor and clothes due to the unpleasant situation they created.

Although there was no smell, it was visually unappealing.

I wasn’t sure if I could handle the armor and shoes this way.

The UI didn’t notify me that the level or performance had dropped, so I assumed my method was correct.

This morning, I planned to build a crafting table.

The materials needed were 250 wood and 100 stone.

I glanced at my bag and saw that I had 222 wood and 141 stones.

This was a rewarding result after visiting the mine once and working hard to mine metal, as well as collecting a lot of stones.

Since I only needed to gather a few more trees, I quietly proceeded with organizing the yard.

A legacy left behind by my grandfather (not his actual grandfather) included a large piece of land and house.

This land was incredibly vast, making the dream of becoming a large farm owner seem possible.

Restoring land that had not been managed for decades was quite an arduous task.

It was absurd to complete it all in one day.

Realistically, it was better to take time and gradually expand the space used.

Before proceeding with logging, I watered over 1,500 crops.

Although the number gave a sense of vastness, the actual size was not that big.

The convenience of spraying water meant it didn’t take much time.

Half of them—garlic and kale, which exceeded 800—had a growing period of 6 days and were almost at the end of their growth.

The pungent smell of garlic was already in the air.

I felt proud that the crops were growing properly.

For no apparent reason, I clapped my hands and grabbed the axe.

The feeling in my hand was pretty good, even though I am a level 4 at logging.

When fishing was at level 5, I thought, ‘Isn’t that good enough for me?’

The skills I displayed led to the illusion that I was quite proficient.

Level 4 in logging was enough to make me feel confident among ordinary people.

I cut down a tree with an axe, once from above, coming down diagonally, and once raised diagonally from below.

The fragments of the tree fell evenly to the floor.

The number of materials produced from one tree is approximately 10.

Cutting down just three trees was sufficient.

I am no longer like the past person who exerted a lot of effort and got tired after 20 sessions.

Moderate strength and control made cutting three trees not a difficult task.

I obtained 30 wood.

It really wasn’t a big deal.

I moved my slightly stiff arm around and started building the crafting table.

An image drawn like a hologram, similar to when the warehouse was created, appeared.

The production method was straightforward and required only the appropriate ingredients.

I made a crafting table by inserting wood and stones one by one.

The required area glowed softly, so all I had to do was add the ingredients accordingly.

The completed crafting table was a workbench made of wood and stone.

It was made into a table at an appropriate eye level for my height, with a wooden board in vertical contact with the table and a frame for hanging various tools and miscellaneous items.

There were also thick board drawers.

It was quite small compared to the ingredients included.

I thought 250 wood and 100 stones should be enough to make a small structure.

Still, I wondered why I couldn’t make something like this myself with a hammer.

Standing in front of the production table, the main focus was on construction and production.

When I looked at the construction items, I saw several buildings, including house extensions, barns, greenhouses, and stables.

Since this wasn’t the priority, I skimmed through it and turned my attention to the production items.

The production tab was overwhelmingly large.

After scanning it, I barely found the options to make a melting furnace and Enchantment table.

The requirements for each item were a bit tricky due to the large amounts needed.

The smelting furnace requires 200 iron ore and 200 stone.

Enchantment needed 150 wood, 150 stones, 20 iron ingots, 15 gold ingots, and 5 logs.

Both were realistically difficult to make in one day.

I felt the need for enchantment and refining, but they were difficult to complete quickly.

“Logs can be made when you become intermediate in logging, and iron or gold ingots require a melting furnace.”

First, 200 iron ore.

It was a daunting number.

I had collected about 50 iron ores so far.

Given the exhaustion, it was calculated that I would need to go to the mine, where exhaustion is guaranteed, three more times to collect 200 items.

Going to the mine without fishing at all was a significant financial loss.

In 3 days, approximately 1000G of damage occurs, which is even greater when considering the additional profits from the treasure chest.

To make up for about half of the losses, I decided to spin the fish or treasure chest gacha worth 100 to 150 gold and then head to the mine.

Since the stamina consumed by fishing is relatively low, I could get decent results just by changing the order.

After working in the mine, I can’t get my hands on anything.

This is correct.

It was a bit frustrating to go with all the gear, so I headed to the lake in the same clothes as always, leaving the equipment in the bag.

I slowly blocked out the stinging sunlight with my hands and walked steadily into the shady forest.

When I arrived at the green, shady place, an unexpected person greeted me with a bright smile.

“Anne?”

Blonde hair flowing brightly, Anne, who seemed to have grown up luxuriously, stood like a fairy who grew up in the forest.

“Hi.”

The smile she made upon seeing me was very striking.

Even though I often found women attractive or beautiful, these feelings rarely translated into affection or goodwill close to dating.

Now that I think about it, that’s a bit strange.

If it were on Earth, just a little face-to-face conversation would have been enough to spark those feelings.

It was calmer than I thought.

There was only a feeling of gratitude, with no remnants of baddwill that comes from relationships with the opposite sex.

“Hello. What’s going on here?”

“The forest air was nice, so I decided for a walk.”

The movement of walking on the soft grass seemed light.

“It’s nice to take a walk.”

I responded appropriately and cast the fishing rod in a place where fish were likely to gather.

Pong-like ripples gently shook the lake in a circular motion.

“Are you here to fish?”

“Yes. Oh, that’s right. I’ll give you this.”

There may also be a grace I received from Anne on her first day.

There were some pretty flowers I had picked up on the way, so I took a spring flower out of my bag and gave it to her as a gift.

It was a color that suited Anne—a bright yellow flower labeled daffodil.

“Huh? Uh…”

“Thank you for the first day. It’s nothing special, but I remembered it and picked one.”

“Thank you.”

Anne smiled brightly and took the daffodil.

She then carefully placed the daffodil in her right ear, tilted her head, and asked me,

“How is it?”

“It’s pretty.”

“Is that all?”

“I am just telling the truth.”

“Hmmm.”

Anne seemed very satisfied with the answer and stamped her feet, never wiping the smile from her face.

It looked nice.

She was a beauty, and the smiling face of a beautiful woman was always captivating.

It was a bit puzzling that she didn’t seem to stir much from her usual demeanor, but at least now I could keep the conversation going while smiling.

“Tsk tsk.”

“Aha. The sound of you makes, makes you look old.”

Anne burst into laughter as I made the now familiar sound when I hooked my fish.

I grinned widely and casually tossed the fishing rod back to the shore.

“I guess it’s a habit.”

“Maxim makes a similar sound when fishing. Do all people who fish do that?”

“Well, I’m not sure.”

“Would that happen if I fished too?”

“Would you like to try?”

“Um… I guess so?”

Anne clumsily grabbed the fishing rod from where I’d left it.

I seemed to know a little about Maxim’s feelings, and there was a mountain of things I could teach her, from how to hold a rod to posture and power distribution.

It didn’t seem right to lecture someone who wasn’t serious about fishing, so I just watched from the side.

Anne then looked a little sullen, fluttered her hands up and down, and called to me.

“I’ll be holding it with you”

“Can’t I do it alone?”

“What if you drop the fishing rod because it’s heavy?”

“Okay.”

I walked slowly next to Anne.

It was a bit awkward to grab her from behind, so I decided to just give her a hand and help her out.

In a way, touching her hand was an inevitable result.

Her hands, described as white jade, were beautiful and seemed untouched by hard labor.

In contrast, my hands were marked with the signs of my work.

When our hands touched, Anne was startled like a cat.

As if it were no big deal, I held her hand and grasped the fishing rod.

Anne flinched slightly and made a strange ‘Geeeee’ sound, like steam escaping from a rice cooker.

Anne’s hands grew warm, and I could feel the temperature rising.

Looking at Anne’s face, she was slightly flushed.

It was a bit misleading, but I just focused on the task at hand.

The only thing that broke the silence was the occasional tug of the fish.

“Oh. Now.”

Anne’s hand tightened at the sound of my low voice.

The little struggle to lift the fish while she frowned was quite interesting, so I added a bit of effort to the tug-of-war.

There was no ‘tsk-cha’ sound, but the slight whining noise was barely on the edge of that old man’s spirit.

“Wow! Look at this!”

The fish Anne caught was a glowing yellow(gold) carp.

“I caught it!”

“Good job.”

Anne’s voice was excited and slightly red.

It was amusing to think that she might have a knack for fishing.

Once you try it, it can be quite addictive.

“What kind of fish is this?”

“Carp.”

“Carp…”

Anne looked at the fish in her hand and then released it.

The carp floundered back into the lake and slowly disappeared.

“You released it?”

“Yes. It’s too far to carry. It’s enough to know how fun fishing can be.”

“Hmm.”

It was worth it.

Without a bag, she’d have to carry it by hand for a long time.

“Ugh. Fishing is good, but the fish feels strange. I think my hands smell.”

Anne gently put her hands to her nose, tilted her head back, and frowned slightly.

It might smell fishy, but I didn’t really care.

“Dip your hands in the lake and wash them. Then you’ll feel better.”

“I should do that. I’ll wash my hands right away when I get home.”

Anne washed her hands in the lake, then repeated the process a couple of times.

Meanwhile, I caught another fish and cast the rod back into the lake.

“How about it? My hand.”

“Huh?”

“Does it smell?”

Anne held out her dripping right hand to her nose.

I took a deep breath and didn’t detect any fishy smell.

Instead, it had a unique scent of spring flowers.

Maybe it was from fiddling with the daffodils for so long.

“It smells like spring flowers.”

“Hmm.Yes. I’m glad.”

Anne said and brought her hand back to the daffodil.

It looked like she really liked the flowers, so I was satisfied with the gift.

The conversation continued in a light-hearted manner.

It was a pleasant time fishing, even though the mines awaited me next.

For now, it was a happy break.