39 – A Farmer’s life for me

39 – A Farmer’s life for me

[Patreon A/N: I Fell asleep while writing this somewhere around midnight, well either way, finished what I had left, enjoy]

As it turns out the farm was a straight shot from the town, not even a five-minute walk, it was also the path that led into the other direction from the town, where he had to take a left at a split section to get to the town.

When they both came across the farm, Kyle couldn't help but become shocked, by just how much of a mess it was.

Overgrowth, trees, weeds, rocks, and boulders covered most of the land, with a worn-down fence around the land showing what was his.

"I know it might look a little worse for wear, but your Grandfather hired Robin to fix up the cabin, Robin is our Village's Carpenter by the way, so if you need any help with some building projects you can find her a little north of town, past the old community center. I wish you well, young man, feel free to stop by my house if you have any questions! Also, before I forget, if you have anything you want to sell just toss it into that box over there, I will swing by early in the morning every morning to check it, and will leave the money from your sales in the same box before you wake up," The Mayor waved, as he walked away, leaving Kyle alone with the mess before him.

Sighing in annoyance, he walked towards the cabin and entered, finding a TV on a small round table, a queen-sized bed, and a potted plant.

To his surprise, he saw that there was a book on the bed.

Walking over, he took his bag off and placed it on the floor, before sitting down on the bed and picking up the book.

[A Farmer's Life For You - By Your Grandfather]

Becoming increasingly annoyed by the lack of any sort of name for the supposed Grandfather, he opened the hardcover of the book and began reading.

"Greetings, my Grandchild. If you are reading this, then you have set yourself along the path to make something of yourself. I decided to lend you some help from what I have learned from my years of farming and running this farm. If you have no intentions of picking up farming, then you can throw away the book, though I will certainly be a bit sad by your actions if you do so, seeing as I have been working on this book for almost a month now."

Reading the first paragraph with a deadpan expression, he continued.

"So you've continued reading, I can only assume that I have your interest and you would like to give farming a good college try. The first thing you will need to do is find a good area that you think would be suitable for farming. Once you've done that, you are going to want to remove the area of any weeds, grass, rocks, or trees. The following tools would be incredibly helpful in your journey, An Axe, a Pickaxe, a Shovel, a Hoe, a Scythe, and a Bucket."

"An axe for cutting any tree that gets in your way and for making firewood, you'll find it can get quite cold at night, a pickaxe for breaking apart any boulder that grows on your land, a shovel for all well, digging, honestly shovels can be used for a lot of different things. A hoe for tilling the land, a scythe for cutting grass and weeds, and a bucket to carry water."

'Boulder that grows? How is that supposed to work?' Kyle thought to himself, imagining a boulder growing off of a plant's stem or root.

Reaching into his bag, he pulled out some cash and handed it over.

"Here's your change," Pierre informed him, handing him a few dollar bills and some change.

"Do you know where the Blacksmith lives?" Kyle asked, picking up the bags.

"Of course I do," Pierre, replied, not continuing.

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"..."

"Are you going to continue?" Kyle asked, giving the man a deadpan look.

"Head down past the saloon, just before the house, turn left, and head down the road, once you reach Mayor Lewis's house, go around the front and keep walking east along the dirt road, head over the bridge, and take a left before the Library, and you will find the Blacksmith's house just a minute down that road, you'll see the smoke from the chimney," Pierre guided.

Thanking him, he headed out of the house and began walking, heading further down the road heading south, where he saw two houses in the distance, walking further, he turned left and began walking down the road heading east. He soon came up to the side of the supposed house of Mayor Lewis and began walking along the fence, heading around towards the front of the house and continuing east, walking over a small stone bridge set over a river.

In the distance, he saw a decently large building, which according to Pierre was the library, something he'd need to check out later, it didn't take long to reach the Blacksmith, the smoke rising from the chimney giving away the building's location like Pierre said.

Walking into the building, revealed a rather pudgy man with a nicely trimmed beard and haircut.

"Are you the blacksmith?" Kyle asked, looking around the room.

"What else would I be?" The Blacksmith asked, sarcastically.

"My name is Kyle, what's yours?" Kyle introduced himself, now fully examining the man.

"Clint, resident Blacksmith of this quaint town, what can I do for ya?"Visitt novelbin(.)co/m for the latest updates