What's wrong with me, a mage, loving to farm?

Chapter 121. People and Events in the Snowstorm

The biting wind, mixed with swirling snowflakes, seemed to sweep across the surrounding sea and the land further afield in just an instant.

The air suddenly filled with a chill.

It was so cold it could sting your skin; staying in such an environment for too long would definitely lead to hypothermia and death.

For nobles, such a blizzard simply meant they couldn't go hunting, which was a minor inconvenience.

For ordinary people, this would be tantamount to annihilation.

They will be unable to go out to work or find food, and will only be able to wait at home until their food supplies are exhausted, dying from cold and hunger.

This is the predicament that most people in the North will soon face.

However, this is not the predicament faced by Hanjiao Island.

One after another, white houses made from the building material "white slime" have already been built.

They stood neatly on the flat ground.

Although Kroya isn't an urban planning major, she has played quite a few games and can still manage to build houses in a neat and uniform way while leaving room for roads and space.

Perhaps to satisfy a little bit of obsessive-compulsive disorder, almost every house was built the same way, and the distance between the houses was exactly the same.

Hanjiao Island doesn't have a large population to begin with. Even if everyone lived together in one house, there would only be a little over 130 houses.

It could be said that it barely formed a small town.

Under the leadership of Samir and Elena, they even built houses for families who had lost their ability to work, striving to ensure that everyone had a new house to live in.

Some of these things were instructed by Cloa, while others were done spontaneously by Samir. This young man, who came from a peasant background, seemed to have a natural talent for these things and quickly won a lot of praise.

If it were any other noble lord, they might worry that the existence of such a prestigious individual would pose a threat to their rule.

But for Kroya, it didn't matter.

It's actually a good thing that someone is willing to worry about it, since no matter what, they can't escape his grasp.

In short, almost everyone pitched in to get building materials from Kroya, and people stayed behind to guard the branches of the Undersea Demon Field for an extended period.

As soon as a flower grows, it is picked immediately.

This may be because doing so greatly accelerates the circulation of magical energy within the branches created by the Magic Field Method, causing it to absorb magical energy at an increasingly faster rate.

The harvested six-pointed star flowers had filled Kroya's warehouse. Even so, he had transferred most of the magic from these flowers to the energy storage tree in preparation for the upcoming snowstorm.

This shows just how many there are.

The abundance of magical flowers allowed people to exchange for clean and tidy homes and necessary supplies, in addition to the warnings that Kroya had given earlier.

Such comprehensive conditions and proper arrangements.

So when the blizzard started falling from the sky, everyone had already retreated into their homes.

Preparing to weather the blizzard.

……

Elena stood in front of the clean, bright window, looking at the howling wind and snow, a hint of unease flashing across her face.

Warm air from the magic blew continuously into the house, making it as warm as springtime, so warm that you only needed to wear a single layer of clothing.

This contrasted sharply with the biting wind outside the window.

As the daughter of a bountiful harvest, she should be able to sense changes in the weather around her, but this time she felt nothing at all.

The blizzard appeared out of nowhere.

Even though Lord Kroya had foreseen the disaster and had left them with ample food and supplies, the situation was still unsettling.

She couldn't help but clasp her hands together and pray to her chest: "Mother Goddess, please let your light shine on this island and protect it from disaster."

She prayed like this, but it seemed she had forgotten what the statue of the Earth Mother Goddess looked like.

While praying, I didn't know whether I was praying to Chloe or to something else.

After her routine prayers, she heard heavy footsteps and turned around to see her father and brother, both of whom were dressed in thick clothes as if they were about to go out.

"What are you going to do?" Elena asked, puzzled. "Father, brother, is there not enough food at home?"

Because there were three people in their family who could earn "wages," they had a lot of food, which almost filled the entire storage room.

Logically, they shouldn't need to go out.

Elena's mother, Annette, was also standing nearby, looking worried.

Although she doesn't have to fight the waves to go fishing, taking care of her two children and one adult at home still takes a lot of effort.

She has transformed from a young girl who could only cook ordinary food into a middle-aged woman who can bake bread, pickle salted fish, dry fish, make sauces, and more.

When she saw the food her husband and children had worked so hard to prepare in the storage room, she felt almost like it was not real, and she had to check on it several times at night to feel at ease.

This wonderful life made her feel insecure and anxious.

Therefore, she was very reluctant to see them go out and take risks in such weather—why would they need to go out when there was food at home?

Samir understood his sister's and mother's concerns.

He quickly explained, "We've already agreed that we'll shovel the snow after it falls."

"I also need to go and see Lord Chloe's fields."

The young man smiled broadly and patted his sister's head: "You two stay at home, don't worry about us, we're very safe."

That's absolutely true.

People are now gathered together, and the sturdy houses have heating and food, so even if something happens, they can find someone to help.

Having fewer people does have its advantages. Everyone knows each other, so no one with ill intentions will suddenly barge in, and... you don't even need to lock the door.

They can then handle things with peace of mind.

All of this was thanks to Lord Kroya's kindness, and of course they wanted to repay him, not to mention that Kroya would give them rewards.

"Ah!" Elena exclaimed angrily, "Why didn't you tell me!"

She immediately ran back, found the clothes she had bought from Robert not long ago, quickly put them on, and then ran out.

"I want to go too!"

"I'll call my friends; they can help too!"

Samir and his father shook their heads helplessly.

"All right."

They knew they couldn't stop her, and besides, Elena had a good relationship with the new Harvest Children, whose strength was very important.

"Mother, let's go!"

"We're leaving."

"Be careful on the road."

Thus, amidst Annette's eager anticipation, the three left their warm home and ventured directly into the raging, violent snowstorm.

Despite the raging snowstorm, the road was not deserted.

Even so, there were still figures braving the raging wind and snow to clear the snow from the roads and try their best to clear a path.

Meanwhile, even more people are heading towards the Demon Field.

Samir and his father quickly found some friends, who, hiding their faces with hats, greeted them: "You've come out too?"

"yes."

The other person also smiled and said, "Let's go see the lord's magic field."

"That's perfect, let's go together!"

The crowd quickly gathered and trudged through the white snow like a long black dragon, soon arriving at Kroya's magic field.

Despite the wind and snow, the grapevines in Motian are still persevering.

But unlike rain, which can flow through the gaps between branches and leaves, snow, if it accumulates, can really crush it.

"Come help!"

Samir gave a call, and immediately people began to help clear the snow from the grapevines in the Demon Field—the latter seemed to know they were helping them, and proactively tilted the vines and leaves to make it easier for people to help clear the snow.

They quickly got to work in full swing.

On the other side, the area where fire-type magical plants were grown was in a rather miserable state.

The grapevines in that area showed no sign of retreating; golden light flowed from every vine, the magic of the sunflowers illuminating the earth and magical plants below.

It stood out so clearly against the backdrop of snow and gloomy skies, like a warrior standing tall, undaunted by the wind and snow.

But clearly, this is not a sustainable solution.

The wind and snow brought too much chill and icy magic; if the Magic Field Grapevine had enough magic power, it might be able to withstand it.

The problem is that the sunflower's magic is not endless.

Now that the sunlight has been lost, even they can only wilt listlessly, so how can they have the energy to provide any extra magic?

For these magical plants living in tropical regions, the current environment and climate are nothing short of a catastrophe.

Perhaps some lucky ones will survive this snowstorm and never fear such weather again, but the vast majority will die.

Elena and the other three children of the harvest traversed the fields, showering their strength upon them, hoping that the power from Mother Earth would help them weather this disaster.

She seemed to sense the fear and dread of these demonic plants, and tears streamed down her face, falling onto the ground and splashing out golden-green halos.

The magical plant also sensed her emotions and tried its best to absorb the magic to resist the surrounding chill.

……

While they are so busy.

In the distance, Kroya, sitting on the terrace garden, watched the images transmitted by the Woody Teng King.

A smile appeared on his face as he turned to look at another scene beside him—small grass growing on a tree trunk as thick as a radish.

They have completely covered the energy storage tree, emitting a halo of red light with a hint of gold, like a sun.

Perhaps they can no longer be called "night-shining grass".

Instead, they should be called sun grass.

(End of this chapter)