There can't be a Harvest Moon in the RimWorld.

"Boss, it seems like it's still early today. How about we go out for a walk?"

"okay……"

Boss Dart hadn't recovered yet. Even with his worldview shattered multiple times yesterday, he couldn't immediately accept such a hasty yet meticulous method of sowing.

The reason why the town no longer grows ordinary crops is because there is a severe shortage of manpower in the mining town, and no one is willing to work hard in the fields every day.

In spring, one must worry about rain and late spring cold snaps; in summer, one must guard against drought and typhoons; in autumn, one must pay attention to frost and harvest time; and in winter, there is no harvest at all, and one can only rely on previous savings to make ends meet.

Such a life holds no appeal for the town's residents who already have some businesses.

"Perhaps this young man really can develop the ranch?"

Boss Dart pondered to himself, with the young man's speed and skill in doing things, perhaps he could make up for the lack of manpower and develop the business? He just wondered how long he could keep it up.

And what exactly did this young man do before?

I had no idea that my boss was having such complicated thoughts, and I offered my advice.

"Mayor Thomas said yesterday that he had secured some sponsorship for me. Could you take me there to have a look? I'm really unfamiliar with this town."

…………

After hearing my retelling of Thomas the Tank Engine's story, Mr. Dart decided to take the optimal route, visiting all the people and also roughly circling the town.

Our first stop was Sebala's blacksmith shop.

When I arrived at this unassuming little house, I already knew a few things.

For example, why is this blacksmith shop located far from the town center, but closer to the ranch area?

After all, not everyone can accept the daily clanging of blacksmithing mixed with screams piercing their ears.

"What kind of crap did you produce, you brat?!"

Immediately following was the sound of a wooden stick striking a tattered sack, accompanied by a scream.

"I wasted dozens of kilograms of steel just to make a single hoe?!"

Then came the sound of a fist hitting a tattered sack, followed by a scream.

"And who taught you to make iron hoe handles?"

Finally, there was the sound of a kick to the knee, accompanied by the figure of a young man flying backward out of the curtained door.

I saw a red-haired boy in overalls fall to the ground in front of us, then bounce up like lightning and run away into the distance, so fast that I didn't even get a clear look at his face.

At this moment, an old man with an even more serious face than Mr. Dart walked out of the house.

He had an astonishingly large beard, but his head was completely bald, which almost blinded me.

Dart, the boss, with a serious expression: (?_?)

An unnamed old man with the same expression: (?_?)

The two stared at each other silently for a while before finally speaking.

"Sebala, you should treat your grandson better."

"I know my place, come in and sit down."

After saying that, he turned around and went through the curtain, and Mr. Dart and I followed him in.

"Look what Gray has made!"

After sitting down, the old man roared again, his wide eyes particularly striking.

I sat in a particularly old-fashioned chair, looking around at the furnishings in the room.

In the middle of the room was a huge iron furnace, which appeared to be burning charcoal all year round, making the entire room extremely hot.

However, the roof of the house has been specially modified, with a huge chimney replacing the roof and two ventilation openings of different heights and shapes. It is clear that the design is based on an industrial blast furnace, which ensures air exchange inside the furnace while also expelling the heat from the house.

On the other side of the furnace is a scenic forging table and a small, exquisite water tank. As soon as hot steel comes out of the furnace, it can be transferred to the forging table for forging immediately, and then quenched in the water tank, saving time and costs.

Over the years of forging work, the walls of the entire house were charred with a grayish-black hue, and even the furniture took on a stale and unappealing appearance.

Mr. Dart pondered for a moment, then spoke.

"Sebala, you should really tone down your temper."

Mr. Dart didn't need to be extra polite to this regular customer of his tavern, and offered his opinion incisively.

“Gray is a good lad, just a bit introverted. You should respect young people’s ideas more. I think this hoe is very well made.”

Having said that, he stepped forward, attempting to grasp the brand-new tool that gleamed with a silvery-white luster.

But he couldn't bring himself to say anything to praise her. His face turned red, and he could barely lift the hoe, let alone swing it.

Sebala was so angry he almost twisted his nose out of shape. He pounded the iron hoe with his thick fingers and roared.

"I'll just leave it at that that little bastard forged a pure iron hoe."

"Didn't I teach him to make his hands hollow?"

"Who could lift something this heavy?!"

Boss Dart retorted sullenly, "Then you should treat him better; this blacksmith shop will be passed on to him sooner or later."

Sebala said with dissatisfaction, "This is a blacksmith's shop! If I pass it on to him, this place will go bankrupt in less than six months!"

The two stared at each other for a long time, then simultaneously let out a sigh of relief and made faces at each other.

"Boss, do you have any alcohol tonight?"

"You have to promise me you won't get drunk and cause trouble, otherwise the shop will only have plain water."

"Don't worry, don't worry. I, Sebala, am known for my good temper. How could I possibly go on a drunken rampage? Someone must be maliciously slandering me!"

Mr. Dart was furious. He took a deep breath and calmed himself down before pointing at me and saying...

"This young man is the new rancher, Marcus. Where are the farm tools you promised him?"

Sebala's face immediately fell, and he helplessly shrugged.

"I originally intended to make sickles, axes, hoes, hammers, and the like with this batch of steel, but now it's all turned into this."

"Then you'll have to figure something out, otherwise the tavern will close early tonight."

Sebala counted on his fingers for a long time before finally pulling a crumpled note out of the drawer.

“This is a farm tool that Dick bought from me before, but he hasn’t paid for it. You should ask him for it back first, and I’ll make a new one and send it to the young man.”

"OK then."

After thinking for a moment, Mr. Dart realized that this was the only option left, so he simply nodded.

Having been playing the role of a nobody on the background wall for half a day, I suddenly spoke up, startling the two men who had reached an agreement.

"Could I try out this hoe?"

I pointed to the gleaming, solid iron hoe and tentatively asked.

Sebala glanced at my physique and said dismissively, just waiting for me to embarrass myself like Boss Dart.

"If you can lift it, I'll give it to you. Don't be too ambitious, young man. Just start by lifting a five-kilogram hoe to get some experience..."

I held it in my hand and felt that it weighed about 30 or 40 kilograms. The contact area was small, and the friction was so strong that it felt like my skin was being rubbed off. It was definitely not suitable for use as a normal farm tool. If it hit a rock, my hand would probably split open.

Sebala's words were cut off before he could finish speaking.

My strength is close to the limits of human capability!

"Select work command: Pick up hoe (iron)."

I easily lifted the hoe, tossed it from my left hand to my right, then from my right hand back to my left, and then swung it around in the air for a while, so fast that there were faint ripples and vibrations in the air.

I then twirled it in my hand, the sound of it cutting through the air sending chills down the spines of those several steps away. With the final movement, the entire hoe trembled and shook, while my body remained perfectly still, as if I held nothing at all.

"Sir, what did you just say? I don't think I heard you clearly?"

"........."

Sebala looked serious.

"It's alright, could you put the hoe down first?"

Chapter 13 The plantation owner often comes to the group chat to catch...

"Cheers! (゜-゜)つロ"

Despite the disdainful look from Boss Dart, Sebala still didn't have the nerve to go back on his word and take back what he had said.

So I successfully got my hands on a brand new hoe, which was not only well-made but also made with high-quality materials.

In a sense, Sebala's grandson was also a blacksmithing prodigy; aside from using too much material, the things he made were truly flawless.

Looking at this young man who didn't know how to respect the elderly, Sebala began to miss his grandson who never fought back or talked back when he was hit or scolded.

To ease his heartache, Sebala seized the opportunity to get a promise from the tavern owner that drinks would be 20% off that day, and headed straight for the tavern with the two of them, not caring that it was only noon.

Under the blazing sun, Sebala entered the tavern and sat down at the bar, picked up an old-fashioned glass and took a big gulp before lounging comfortably in his chair.

The bourbon served here is actually a type of whiskey, made from corn. It's typically served with lemon or orange juice. Depending on the weather, it can also be used to make cocktails, mixed with liqueurs, or enjoyed neat like a sabala. It's practically a must-have at any bar.

After finishing his drink, Sebala's face flushed instantly, even his nose became bright red, and he loudly urged Boss Dart and me to drink together.

It's obvious that he has a really bad drinking manner.

My boss and I exchanged a glance, and we both saw the same thought in each other's eyes.

In that instant, Mr. Dart felt more and more that this young man was to his liking, so he gestured towards the kitchen and said.

"Would you like me to make something to eat? We have plenty of ingredients."

I nodded, meaning I didn't have to drink, but I still had to eat.

So he abandoned the old man, whose blood alcohol level was hovering around a lethal level, and went to the kitchen to show off his skills.

"I'll cook my dishes, you cook yours."

Only then did the boss remember that the young man in front of him was not only Sebala's shadow but also the chef's lifelong enemy, and he quickly explained.

When it comes to a chef's reputation, it's crucial to draw a clear line!

"Boss, you've misunderstood, I'm really not a chef..."