Farming Druid - Chapter 101



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101. Why are you fighting over there?

The tree left the clinic in a very good mood.

I heard the test results were [normal].

‘It’s really amazing to be able to hear the voices of people’s hearts… What a guardian is… .’

The tree recalled what had happened in the examination room a little while ago.

Two doctors looking at the results.

They opened their eyes in surprise as they looked at the tree.

[What did I eat to make my malignant brain tumor disappear?]

[If you live in the countryside, you won’t be stressed, so the tumor will shrink… or maybe disappear?]

The tree realized that the two people were not talking with their mouths open.

‘no way…?’

It seemed like the voices of two people’s hearts.

‘The Guardian can know a person’s mind? Oh no… I guess I’ll have to test this.’

When the tree tilts its head slightly.

Professor Do Jung-ha’s voice was heard.

“Mr. Tree. Even if the results are normal, you know that you need to do follow-up tests, right?”

“Yes, I know.”

“Okay. Then let’s see each other in six months.”

At Professor Do Jung-ha’s words, the tree’s eyes turned into crescent moons.

“Thank you, professor.”

The tree said goodbye and left the examination room.

And I sent a text message to my grandmother.

[Grandma, I’m healthy now.]

Jiing— Jiiing—

Just a few minutes after I sent the text, I got a call from my grandmother.

“Yes, Grandma.”

-You say it’s normal?

“Yes. It’s thanks to Grandma… who helped me.”

The grandmother’s voice heard through the tree’s mouth was moist with moisture.

-No. Thank you for your hard work.

“Did your trip go well?”

As the tree leaves the hospital, he talks to his grandmother on the phone.

A sound was seen.

When you try to call a tree while pretending to know.

Haneum nodded as the tree pointed to the phone with its finger.

“Ah―. So you’re going to sleep there today?”

-Yeah. They’re giving me a place to stay here. While I’m here, I’ll go around here and there with Grandma.

“Okay, Grandma. Then please contact me when you’re done.”

-Ugh. Tell Haneum too. Tell her she had a hard time.

“yes-.”

Let’s hang up the phone.

Haneum came and asked.

“What did the professor say?”

“…all test results are normal.”

“What? Did you get water in your ears when you went to the beach yesterday? … What did you say?”

“I thought it was normal―”

Haneum was very happy to hear the tree’s words.

How many times do I have to shake your shoulders and say congratulations?

“Congratulations. You worked hard. You worked hard.”

Haneum kept repeating the words “congratulations.”

Gulp-

Haneum ended up laughing at the sound coming from the wooden boat.

“You’re still hungry after eating that much for breakfast?”

“Uh-. I was driving and saving a child, so my stomach was already empty. Thanks to that, I could just draw blood. What about the baby who went to the emergency room?”

“She’ll have to stay in the hospital for a while. Did you see the bruises on the baby’s body?”

“Just about. Mom also looks like she’s having a really hard time.”

“It doesn’t look like the mother hit him, but rather the father. The counselor and the police came in and are talking to the mother.”

At Haneum’s words, the tree turned its head toward the emergency room.

After cardiac massage.

The child who came to his senses had a fearful expression on his face.

Then, he seemed to be leaning comfortably against the tree and feeling relieved.

The tree looked in the direction where the child would be and prayed in its heart.

‘Baby – Please stay healthy… … .’

It was a tree that wished for the health of the soul of the little child who returned to its care.

* * *

Two weeks after I returned from Seoul.

The tree was learning farming and the duties of a guardian from his grandmother again, and he didn’t even realize how quickly each day passed.

The morning I decided to go for a fall harvest.

It was a really nice and sunny day.

We entered the fields and began the full-scale autumn harvest.

Tutter tutter tuck―

Clang-

The person driving the farm implement is the grandmother of the tree.

She was a lady from another world.

My grandmother was harvesting rice in the field, skillfully operating the harvester.

“I was going to harvest the trees the old way since you were here… … but I didn’t know that the agricultural cooperative would rent the equipment in advance.”

When I first heard from my grandmother about the old-fashioned fall harvest.

It was a tree that made me feel pain in my back and shoulders even though I wasn’t sick.

Squeak-

Around lunchtime.

Half the discussion.

The fall harvest is over.

The grandmother came down from the machine, looked at the remaining rice fields, and called out to the trees.

“Watch what Grandma is doing carefully.”

The tree that saw the grandmother raise her hand to her chest.

“Grandma stop!”

“why?”

“Grandma―. Are you going to call the Spirit King and have him plow all the rice and gather all the grains in one place?”

The tree seemed to know what the grandmother was doing.

Let’s talk while smiling brightly.

The old woman who saw the tree clicked her tongue and turned her head.

“… Tsk. This is why I hate people who are quick-witted.”

“Grandma – Just harvest the remaining rice over there using a machine. Don’t bother Windrail. The Spirit King must be very busy. He must be going crazy being called by Grandma all the time.”

The grandmother looked at the nagging tree.

“That’s it— training. You little brat. Come here. What kind of newborn guardian talks back to me?”

The tree ignored the grandmother’s words and got into the driver’s seat of the harvester.

Started it up.

Brrrrrrrr—

The engine started and the machine moved, doing just what Grandma had shown it to do.

Then the machine started harvesting the rice and the sound of the grains being crushed could be heard.

“Grandma—get out of the way. I’ll do the rest.”

“… … .”

Grandmother left the field without saying a word.

As the two people were not talking, the only thing that could be heard was the sound of the harvesting machine.

The tree glanced at the grandmother while harvesting rice and realized that the grandmother was not there.

‘Did you go out to eat? How much did you teach me about the things I had to do as a guardian for two weeks and the farm work…?’

Gulp-

The tree was extremely hungry, perhaps because it was lunchtime or because it was moving around to harvest autumn crops.

‘I need to hurry up and eat.’

Recently, the dining table at Namune’s house has been colorful.

The biggest change was the servant’s meal called gobongbap.

‘The amount of rice consumed was no joke. What about side dishes…?’

Not only plants from the fields, but also wild vegetables from deep in the mountains behind were growing.

It’s not that the tree was dug up.

The mountain beasts kept bringing us something.

While thinking, my hands and eyes were working on the fields and machines.

“Tree! Come and have some fresh fruit. Come here!”

A welcome sound was heard.

I saw an old woman outside the field carrying something on her head.

When did you go home and make food…?

‘I was hungry. This is great.’

After a quick harvest of the remaining rice.

I turned off the machine and moved towards my grandmother.

“Are you new?”

“Ugh. I cooked the noodles too quickly.”

“I like bibim noodles… … .”

“You can eat it plain or mixed.”

“yes-.”

Grandma put the noodles in a large bowl.

I tilted the kettle containing anchovy stock.

Slurp slurp slurp

The strong smell of anchovy broth tickled my nose.

The grandmother put a generous amount of scrambled eggs on the noodles, poured a large spoonful of seasoning sauce on them, and handed the noodles to Namu.

“Eat.”

“Yes, I will enjoy it. But grandma, how many servings of noodles did you boil?”

“Roughly 30 servings?”

“You’ve done a lot.”

“If you eat a lot, you’ll get full quickly.”

It was enough for two people to handle.

After mixing the seasoning sauce into the broth, he took a large piece with chopsticks and put it in his mouth.

Hurrup—

The noodles were very chewy.

Now I can understand how my grandmother cooks.

In the case of noodles, bubbles will rise up when you boil them.

But in my grandmother’s case, it seemed like she used a spirit to stop the bubbles from rising and to cook the noodles until they were chewy.

“Is it delicious?”

Nod—

The tree kept putting the cotton in its mouth, chewing and swallowing it without breaking.

Hurp-

Continue eating the noodles while taking a sip of the broth.

After putting a few noodles in another bowl.

Topped with plenty of bibim seasoning sauce.

Place the vegetables cut into thin strips on top and drizzle a few more sesame oils over them.

Slurp, slurp – I mixed it and took a big bite, and my mouth felt full.

‘It’s delicious… … .’

It was an appetite I never felt when I was sick.

Those were the days when I had to eat food to take my medicine every day.

Thinking back on that time, I realized how precious that moment was.

‘Besides, this snack eaten after farm work is really delicious.’

Hurrrup— Hurrrup—

I was so busy stuffing noodles into my mouth without thinking.

It tasted even better when I ate it with my grandmother.

Percussion-

The tree put down the bowl and sighed, thinking that it might live a little longer.

Phew―

“Grandma—what on earth is wrong with your body that you’re so hungry?”

In response to the tree’s question, the grandmother looked around and spoke.

“I can’t help but be hungry. Our energy and nature’s energy are linked and circulating… … Well―.

“Human guardians are always hungry… … .”

I heard it from my grandmother.

In the circulating energy, connected to the whole of nature.

He said that you can naturally tell what is happening and where.

Where natural disasters occur.

Where the animals live.

I heard that you can tell how many there are.

Grandma continued to maintain that connection with nature.

A few days ago.

As the saying goes, curiosity killed the cat.

The tree recalled the time when it almost died because it did not know the ‘connection’ with nature that its grandmother had taught it.

I recalled the pain I felt the first time I had a headache that was thousands of times worse than the headache I got from a brain tumor.

A flood of massive amounts of information.

The brain tried to process the flood of information in an instant.

I lost consciousness and had a lot of nosebleed due to brain overload.

Let’s think back to that time.

Brrrrrrrr—

My body began to tremble on its own.

The tree was curious.

Connection with nature… … .

It was a task I had to take over from my grandmother someday.

I realized after a quick taste that it is a flood of information.

My grandmother said she was always connected.

‘It hurts so much even though I only connected it for a moment… … Grandma… What the… .’

I just thought to myself, “Wow, that’s amazing.”

The tree looked at the birds landing on the rice fields after the autumn harvest and eating the fallen grain, and asked the grandmother a question.

“Grandma, when are you planning to go there?”

The old woman, who had been looking at the ridge of the rice paddy, thought for a moment and then opened her mouth.

“I have to go in a few days… … Since you still can’t connect, I guess I’ll have to come and go.”

It was a tree that felt a little bit reassured by grandmother’s words.

“… … Then that’s good. Phew― I guess I should hurry up and finish up the remaining work.”

I got up, dusted myself off, and went into the field to do the remaining work.

“Okay. Good luck.”

Grandma took the bowl she had eaten in and went into the house.

The remaining work.

It was just before the fall harvest.

Krrrr— Kaaaang—

“Huh? What is this… … .”

At the sound of the bear crying, the tree looked north.

The tree called out to Abel at the sound of the bear’s roar that echoed throughout the mountain.

“Abel-.”

[yes!]

The tree that was on Abel’s back quickly headed towards where the bear’s howl was coming from.

Kwaaang- Kwaaang-

Krrrrrr—

Let’s get there.

The moment you see the cliff below the mountain peak.

The tree was where someone had been saved from falling off a cliff a few weeks ago.

“No. It’s dangerous. Why are they fighting over there?”