Chapter 3: Pelican Town
With each sweep of the scythe, patches of weeds fell away, leaving behind fibers, hay, and the occasional mixed seed. Leon gathered them all, sweat beading on his face, yet the smile of satisfaction never left his lips.
The spring weather wasn’t hot, and the cool breeze brought an unprecedented sense of comfort. As the weeds fell to the swing of his scythe, Leon could faintly sense a strange, subtle energy quietly seeping into his body.
Only when his arms began to ache and grow numb did Leon reluctantly stop. He surveyed the farmland, now far cleaner and tidier than when he first arrived. The earth lay fully exposed under the sunlight, and a surge of pride welled up in his heart.
Standing on the steps of the small cabin, Leon gazed at the transformed farm. He was truly happy. It was only a small step forward, but it had been far easier than he had expected.
With the weeds gone and the soil exposed, it was time to dig and plant.
He silently thanked the system for the scythe. It was far superior to ordinary ones, cutting weeds clean down to the roots instead of just trimming stems above the ground. No need to turn over the soil to clear them completely.
Weed control had always been a major part of farming. After all, weeds consumed the soil’s nutrients and water, competing with crops. If they weren’t removed thoroughly, the yield and growth of any planted crops would inevitably suffer.
Now, without those weeds to interfere, Leon could till the land in peace and plant the mixed seeds he had gathered earlier.
But first, he needed to rest. Clearing nearly half the farm’s weeds was no easy task, even with the scythe’s efficiency. The physical toll was real, especially given the sheer size of the property.