Volume 3 Chapter 59 - Why must you farm? (1/2)
As they entered April, in the farmland outside Banta City, it was once again dyed with yellow wheat.
After the farmland was improved and had water conservation facilities, as well as with the help of the other agricultural magic machines, as long as there wasn’t a serious natural disaster in Banta City, there would be the scene of a rich harvest each year.
However faced with this kind of rich harvest, the farmers outside Banta City weren’t happy. Rather most of them actually had depressed looks.
After spending half an hour, Baltro who had ridden a bicycle from Luke Village that was ten kilometers away, entered Mexilan Village. After seeing the wheat around him, he forgot to pedal with his shock and almost twisted off his bicycle.
It was a good thing that he could stop himself. Baltro completely ignored his treasured bicycle that he had saved for two months to buy and ran to the wheat in the field. He bent over and held the wheat with trembling hands.
Feeling the heavy touch of the wheat, Baltro trembled before cursing and turning around. He grabbed his bicycle and forcefully pedaled, charging into Mexilan Village not far away.
Seeing Baltro ride his bicycle over like a maniac, the villagers of Mexilan Village made way for him. After cursing, they saw that the one riding it was Baltro and they began laughing at him, with their laughter filled with ridicule.
Hearing the laughter of the villagers, Baltro’s face turned red, but he ignored them. He charged forward on his bicycle to a two story house that seemed newly built at the edge of the village and he jumped off his bicycle, charging through the door.
“Hey, Sarkozy, get out here for me!”
Hearing Baltro’s shouts, old man Sarkozy slightly knit his brows and came down from the second floor.
After seeing Baltro, Sarkozy broke out in laughter. He pointed at Baltro and said with a proud look, “What? Baltro, you’re here to admit defeat?”
Baltro’s dark face turned even darker as he charged forward to grab Sarkozy’s collar, while loudly shouting, “Sarkozy, you bastard! We’ve been friends for so many years and you knew the fertilizer was good to use, so why didn’t you properly convince me! It’s good now, perhaps our Luke Village doesn’t even have half the harvest of your Mexilan Village, are you happy?”
Old man Sarkozy knit his brows and pinched Baltro’s wrist to make him let go. He said with a cold snort, “Baltro, since we’re old friends, I won’t haggle with you over your fit of rage just now. But you should know that when I told you that our village is ordering fertilizer from the Frestech Chamber of Commerce, you’re the one who said that you’re not willing to get that unreliable fertilizer when I asked if your Luke Village wanted some. Now you’re coming here to blame me for not properly convincing you? What? You want to blame me?”
Baltro angrily looked at old man Sarkozy and old man Sarkozy looked back without showing any weakness.
After a while, Baltro was like a deflated balloon and sat down in a chair on the side with a depressed look. He used his fist to hit his head.
“Why was I so dumb back then! Why didn’t I believe that this fertilizer was this useful? I really hurt the villagers! I really am dumb!”
Seeing Baltro blaming himself, Sarkozy forgot about his unreasonable appearance. After thinking about it, he sat down beside him and patted his shoulder while comforting him, “Alright, you just missed the spring planting, you can just wait for the fall harvest. Anyway the Frestech Chamber of Commerce already said that although their fertilizer plant can produce enough for the whole city for the spring planting, there will be no problem at the fall harvest. I’ll talk to Cantona ahead of time and have him order some fertilizer for your Luke Village.”
Baltro looked up at old man Sarkozy with a gaze of self blame and pain.
“But our village’s spring planting is over. Do you know, the people in the village know about how I refused buying the fertilizer back then, so now they all curse me. Our entire family doesn’t even dare go out now!”
“Pei! A bunch of uncultured fellows, why do you care?” Old man Sarkozy tilted his lips in disdain, “Relax, do you believe that if I go tell them that your village will be first to buy the fertilizer when the fall harvest comes, they’ll go and kiss your butt?”
Baltro’s face twitched. He really wanted to say yes, but since they were from the same village, he couldn’t be that straightforward, so he could only give an awkward laugh.