The next day I was woken up at an ungodly hour by Ma-chan.
“Good morning, Leopin! Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up!”
“No, it’s ……, it’s ……, it’s still dark, isn’t it ……?”
“‘But the sun will be up soon, and if we don’t hurry, the whelps will run away!
I was dragged out to the field.
The sky is still a swarming blue, with a hint of light blue across the horizon.
It was dark, and both Mark and Tom were snoring too.
The wheat and sesame in the field are hanging their heads as if they are asleep.
In the midst of all this, Ma-chan is waving her arms and legs in the air like the sun is shining a little earlier than usual.
“‘Come on, come on, what are we going to start with today, the harvest after all!’
“Yes, if you like, you may harvest the wheat.”
I’m going to use my ‘forest stone knife’ to teach you how to harvest wheat.
After that, I lent the knife to Ma-chan and we decided to head for the woods.
“I’ll be in the woods gathering and then setting up the other tools, so you’re on your own for the harvest.”
“Okay, I got it, I got it, I got it, I got it.”
I take out a hand-drawn map from my coat pocket as Ma-chan waves her hands in the air.
I made this one when I was wandering through the woods in Seven Days of Fire.
“‘In the course of looking for a watering hole, I made a rough map of the location of the materials I saw.
Let’s see, first we’ll go to the cliff with the ‘daija crane’, then we’ll tour the forest with the ‘bamboo wood’, and then we’ll go to ……”
After constructing the route in my head, I shake my arms and legs to loosen up my body, as if I were imitating Ma-chan.
“So, let’s have a ‘pickup marathon’ at ……!”
I then ran around in the woods until the sun was all out of my face.
The harvest was perfect, and I returned home with a big smile on my face and plenty of material stuffed in my coat pockets.
While walking by the river near my house, I bump into Mark and Tom.
Mark’s nose was swollen up like an apple.
“Mark, your nose is all red, did you get stung by a bee or something?”
Mark nodded with tears in his eyes, “Kuon.”
In his arms, Tom is holding him, and he is making a weak “pyaa” sound.
“Tom’s got a broken leg, where the hell have you two been?
Wait a minute, I’m sure I saw something that could be used as a herb.”
In this marathon of collecting, I found not only the materials I needed, but also the materials I wanted, and threw them into the pockets of my coat at random.
This made it even more difficult for me to keep my pockets …….
“I’ll have to sort out my pockets when I’m not too busy, oh, there it is.
As I was tossing out the contents, I found the medicinal herbs I was looking for.
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Centataki
Quantity 1
Quality Level 7|(Material Level 7)
A wild centataki with many small, hard fruits.
Can be used in alchemy and as an ingredient in medicinal herbs.
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This is a paste when you grind the berries, it can be used as a wound remedy.
It’s knowledge I gained in The Ranger’s Art of Survival.
The fruit of Centataki is smaller than a grain of bean, and also hard.
I transferred it to the mortar I kept in my coat pocket and tried to grind it , but there was no sign of any crushing at all.
“If I put too much pressure on it, the pot might crack. …… I guess I’ll just have to be patient.”
Then I just kept trying to grind it until my arms got tired, and it took me an hour to finally get it down to a rough paste.