Full-Time Wizard: Starting with Harvesting Wheat

pain!

Extreme pain!

It felt like a red-hot iron spike had pierced my head; every cell in my body was screaming in agony.

Two souls from different worlds collide within a body, threatening to obliterate even the Great Dao!

After what seemed like an eternity, Roy suddenly raised his head and fiercely wiped the cold sweat dripping from his forehead.

Is he, at this moment, a college graduate from the 21st century, or the original owner of this body—a 13-year-old boy from the Middle Ages?

Yes, the fact that one can think about such questions shows that the spirit of the 21st century still prevails.

His vision gradually cleared. All around him stretched endless golden waves of wheat, the heavy ears swaying in the autumn wind. In his hand, he gripped a rusty sickle tightly, its blade gleaming with a cold, cruel light.

Memories flooded my mind.

He had come to help with the work. The kind-hearted free farmer had promised him several days' worth of food as payment. In fact, the three of them were more than capable of handling the wheat harvest; this job was merely a handout given to him out of pity.

Pitiful?

Ok……

He searched his memory and it seemed that the original owner's parents were killed by a black wizard who conducted human experiments. The original owner was also once tied to an experimental table, and the wizard almost drained all the blood from his body.

Wait, a wizard?

So, does this mean there are supernatural powers in this world?

A fleeting, instinctive excitement for the unknown crossed Roy's mind, but it was quickly extinguished by the harsh reality.

In any case, transcendence is not something he should pursue now, since he is currently extremely poor and doesn't even know where his next meal will come from.

Thinking of this, he took a deep breath and began to swing his sickle. There were standards for the amount of food he could harvest each day; he couldn't just laze around all day.

However, just as the sickle cut through the wheat stalks and half of the wheat ear fell, a few lines of small but incredibly clear text suddenly appeared on the golden straw.

Common winter wheat

Plant height: 87.3cm

[Growth cycle: 212 days (sown last October → matured this May)]

[Status: Mature and healthy]

Number of wheat ears: 1 main ear + 2 lateral ears

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[Special Effect: Harvesting 50,000 winter wheat plants is expected to grant 0.1 points to Constitution, with a maximum of 0.5 points.]

?

Such detailed data! It even includes the number of grains per ear of wheat and the number of borers in the wheat.

Even attributes such as cold resistance and drought resistance are clearly listed.

Could this be his cheat code, allowing him to see the data of items?

Roy's heart suddenly raced, and his gaze instinctively turned to the ground beneath his feet.

Clay loam soil

Soil type: clay 41%, silt 33%, sand 26%

Soil depth: Effective topsoil layer 28cm

Humidity: 19.2%

……

[Special Effect: Tilling 0.3 acres of this soil, ensuring a tillage depth of 25cm, is expected to grant 0.1 Strength attribute points, with a maximum of 0.5 points.]

It's worth mentioning that both winter wheat and soil have special effects that add attributes.

"After harvesting wheat, according to agricultural practice, deep plowing is also required to turn over weeds and straw into the ground to increase soil fertility. In that case, I can trigger both special effects."

Roy multitasked, thinking as he swung his scythe following the muscle memory of the original owner, felling large swathes of wheat to the ground.

"Fifty thousand wheat plants, about 0.3 acres, I'll probably need to cut them down..." Roy estimated based on his speed and found that it would take seven or eight hours to gain that 0.1 point of physique. If the time for binding is included, it would probably take even longer.

"No, it's a sunny day now, and farmers will probably take their grain to the drying ground to dry so it will be easier to thresh later, so there's no need to tie it up."

"It seems that if I work for a total of fifteen hours, I can gain 0.2 points of physique!"

Roy's eyes lit up as he looked at the golden wheat fields as if they were glittering gold.

Although we don't know how much of a boost 0.2 points of constitution will provide, no one can ever have too many attributes!

But he soon realized that he had been too happy.

Under the gentle autumn sunlight, Roy was harvesting wheat at a rapid pace, and he could already see a family of three from the other side of the field.

This family were free farmers with three acres of wheat fields, and they were incredibly fast. In fact, thanks to their years of experience, each of them harvested almost twice as fast as Roy!

Moreover, this frail young man's body required him to stop and catch his breath every ten minutes or so, which inadvertently slowed down his wheat-cutting speed.

"Damn it, at this rate, I might not even get 0.2 points of physique after harvesting these three acres!"

A sense of crisis suddenly welled up in his heart.

He gritted his teeth and silently quickened his movements, so much so that the scythe left a large trail of afterimages. If his previous speed was 1, now it was 1.2.

It's a bit faster, but still not fast enough.

Roy frowned slightly, his mind completely focused on the movements of his hands.

As he focused intently on his movements, several new lines of data suddenly emerged from his palm, which was holding the knife.

Wheat harvesting (with a sickle)

[Elbow: Deviated 12% to the left]

[Wrist: Deviated 23% to the right]

[Lower back: 8% excessive forward tilt]

Footwork: The difference in stride length between the left and right sides is 5cm.

[Grip strength: greater than the maximum standard value of 0.7kg]

……

[Current action accuracy: 51%]

With each swing of the knife and each exertion of force, the data in front of him was constantly fluctuating and providing feedback, as if an invisible, sophisticated chip was embedded in his body, monitoring and analyzing his movements at all times and providing immediate suggestions for correction.

He also found that his accuracy in movement hovered around 50%, mainly because he used too much force in certain areas, resulting in a huge waste of energy and low efficiency.

Based on the data, he slowly adjusted the range of motion of each joint. For example, since the elbow was shifting to the left, he would let it move back to the right. If the waist was leaning forward, he would slightly pull the waist back.

Like a clumsy beginner, Roy began to strictly follow the data, adjusting the angle of his elbows, the rotation of his wrists, the posture of his waist and back, and the movement of his feet little by little...

At first, this forced change of muscle memory felt incredibly awkward to him, and his movements became even stiffer and slower. But after gritting his teeth and persevering for a while, an unprecedented sense of fluidity and ease began to emerge.

"Now, my movement accuracy has reached 80%, which has resulted not only in increased speed but also in reduced physical exertion!"

Despite his less-than-skilled movements, his harvesting speed gradually approached that of the slowest of the three opponents, and he would only start to pant after working continuously for an hour.

In just over ten minutes, he went from a clumsy novice to having the demeanor of a skilled old farmer!

Of course, he is far inferior to those experienced farmers with extensive agricultural knowledge.

At the other end of the wheat field, the middle-aged farmer, who was the employer, raised his hand to adjust the brim of his straw hat. His gaze passed through the swaying wheat waves and landed on the figure of the boy who was bending over and getting up from time to time. A clear look of surprise flashed in his eyes.

He knew very well how clumsy and awkward the boy's movements were, and that he had only asked the boy for help out of kindness. But right now... the farmer subconsciously compared his son's and Roy's movements, and it was immediately clear which was better.

"Strange thing..."

Could it be that he corrected most of the mistakes in his movements in such a short time?

However, this slight increase in speed was insignificant to him; at most, it would only mean finishing work half a day earlier. He stopped thinking about it and bent down to continue working.

For Roy, only three hours had passed...

You have harvested 50,000 winter wheat plants, gaining 0.1 to your Constitution attribute (maximum 0.1/0.5).

An indescribable warm current, like timely spring rain, instantly surged into his tired and aching body.