My Beloved Dog is the Strongest in Another World

I talked to the people who worked in the field

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As I talked with Ms. Delia and watched the fields close up, one man who was carrying a basket called out to Ms. Delia.

He appeared to be in his thirties. And so Ms. Delia introduced us to him.

“I see, I see. When I returned to the village yesterday, they said you had already returned to the house, so I could not see you. Still, why are you showing them the fields, Delia?”

“Because they said that they wanted to see it.”

“Huh… Indeed. But there really is nothing interesting here. You people sure are strange.”

“Hey, that is rude to our guests!”

“Haha…”

Even if it was not very interesting for people in this world, it was interesting for me.

In the place I used to live, there were no fields that stretched out as far as they did here.

After that, we went around to the other fields, and talked with the other villagers.

Apparently, it was rare for outsiders to come here and watch the fields…

Besides, Ms. Delia was with us, and so people were eager to talk.

I noticed how they smiled and laughed when they saw her. And it was clear how she was well loved in the village.

“…Well, we received a lot of food again. Even though it wasn’t why we came out here…”

“They were just happy to see some new people. Especially since you took an interest in their work. They must be very pleased.”

“I received a lot too. Even though I was just tagging along…”

By the time we were finished seeing the fields, Nicholas, Ms. Delia and I had our arms filled with vegetables.

We still had stuff left from yesterday, and I was worried if we would be able to eat all of it…

“Delia, are these the young men who are interested in the fields?”

“Ah, Mr. Peter.”

As we carried the food and made our way back to the house, an old man called out to us while sitting on a chair.

He had not been among the old people who surrounded us yesterday, so perhaps he was always here.

“Hello. I am Takumi.”

“And I am Nicholas.”

“Aye. I am Peter. Just a petty, senile old man.”

“Senile! But Mr. Peter, it was your knowledge that allowed these fields to grow and expand as much as they have.”

“Ah, but that was some time ago, when I was young. Back when I could work in the fields as well. I cannot even swing a hoe now. All I do is sit here and watch.”

In spite of what he said, he did not appear to be senile.

Even his posture was straight.

“What knowledge was that?”

“Oh, nothing difficult. Just things the village had not started to do back in those days.”

“Mr. Peter suggested they use horses, which allowed them to plough larger fields.”

“It would have been done eventually even without me. Because they were doing it in other villages.”

“It was Mr. Peter’s idea to use horses who could not run much. Because they are often difficult to care for, especially in a village.”

“Ah… I see.”

If a horse could not run, and there was no other use for it, it might be put down.

A wealthy person might look after it until the end, but that was not common.

While I felt bad, the villagers had to do what they could in order to live.