Reincarnated as a Farmer Gamer: Rising to the Top with the Evolution of the Weakest Job that Only I Know About!? - 2.2

“Yeah.”

“I… want you to take it easy a little longer, Beryl. Eventually… like me…”

While saying that, father clenches his fist.

“Even if you have to do farmer’s work unwillingly. So, it’s okay to play more, okay?”

Ah… I think I understand what father wants to say.

Even if I were a father myself, if I had a son, I think I would say this. Because, it’s natural to want your beloved family to live happily.

Our family in this reincarnated world is warm-hearted, and they are the best family for me, who was rough in my previous life.

My father in my previous life was violent, and my mother died because of it, but she was never blamed for anything, even when it was made to look like an illness.

That’s why… I want them to be happy. That’s what I decided.

“Father. I’m okay. Because… I like these hands.”

I take father’s hand.

Thick, calloused hands. They are not beautiful hands by any means.

But they… work hard every day to support us in farming.

“I want to become a cool person like you, father!”

“B-Beryl…”

Tears flow from father’s eyes.

He must be frustrated as a father.

Not just our family, but all the families around here, have children to increase the workforce for farming. But it’s not just that. There is certainly a bond as a family.

“I want to be able to cut more grass!”

“I see… okay… I understand.”

Father smiles and rubs my head with his rough hand.

“Ow~ Father~ that hurts~”

“Hahaha! Beryl. Shall we go to the blacksmith together from now on?”

“Yeah!”

With that, father and I headed to the blacksmith. My younger brother and sister are helping my mother with household chores.

The village we live in is like a picture-perfect countryside village.

In “World of Liberty,” there should have been magical machines and such, but there are none to be seen in the village.

We arrived at a workshop where the sound of banging iron echoed from outside.

But it’s not a splendid structure, it’s just a town workshop.

“Bryan!”

“Hmm? Alc, isn’t it? What’s up?”

“Sorry, but my grass cutting scythe seems to be failing. I want to buy a new one.”

“A grass cutting scythe? Didn’t I make one for you recently?”

“Not mine. It’s for my son here.”

“Son…?”

Even though father is big, there is a man even more muscular than him, looking down at me.

“He’s still small. Alc. Are you already making your child work?”

“Well, you see…”

“Uncle! I said I wanted to do it! This one seems like it’s about to break after half a year of use!”

I hand over the scythe.

“I see. And what’s your name?”

“Beryl!”

“Beryl, huh. Since this is your first time, I’ll give it to you for free.”

“Huh! Is it okay?”

“Yeah. Give me a hand for a moment.”

When I hold out both hands, the uncle touches my hands several times with his large hands.

“I’ll have it ready by this time tomorrow. Come again.”

“Thank you! Uncle!”

“That’s good, Beryl.”

“Yeah!”

I don’t know why he agreed, but I handed the worn-out scythe to the uncle and went back home.

The next day…

I go to the blacksmith alone to pick up the grass cutting scythe.

As I walk down the street, children playing in what seems to be an empty lot notice me and all look over here.

There are about twenty of them in total.

Considering that they start working at the age of ten, the children gathered here are probably all under the age of nine.

Among them, the biggest child runs towards me.

“Hey, you!”

“…”

I try to hurry past.

“Hey! Don’t ignore me!”

“…”

At that moment, something hits my shoulder with a thud and it hurts.

When I look closely, it seems like the children over there threw stones at me.

…Why are people always so foolish?

I quickly leave the scene.

Perhaps emboldened by this, the children continue to throw stones at me incessantly.