A Dual Crest Summoner In Infinite Summoning World

The schedule of his had changed now a little. There were still a few days remaining of autumn, the perfect time to start a field. Instead of waking up late at nine or ten, Auren had to wake up early with Dante when Boros came to pick him up. All three of them walked to the chosen plot of farming land together, then Dante left the two of them.

It had been over two weeks, and they had just cleared the area by now—removing weeds, grass, rocks, big debris. There were other available plots where it was already half-cleared, but Auren wanted to have this slightly slanted land, because they were going to plant wheat, and even without that, he remembered that slanted land was better so the water wouldn't remain.

After that, Boros had borrowed a hoe to loosen the soil to at least six inches deep, and then spread a thin layer of well-rotted manure or compost and worked it in. For their case, Boros had in stock much of his dry manure, so they just used that; of course, it wasn't free. 'It had to be done a few months before planting, so it rots,' Boros told him.

Around eight, Sable came to check up on him and give them breakfast. They worked till ten-thirty or even eleven before returning back for the day. Auren took a bath afterwards, feeling disgusted, and then he practiced his swordsmanship and summoning control and shaping the black particles, which he never missed summoning for a day. The bigger the pile was, the harder it would be to change shape and would require more Chi. But he didn't have to use so much—a few things such as weapons or armor he could shape over the months and keep them in the same shape. But that was years in the future; right now, he couldn't even make a proper knife with what he had.

Even Sable had upgraded from simple sentences to longer sentences and bigger, more complex words in her lessons. Then came the nap time. That one was mandatory—both Sable and Granny woke up early in the morning and worked till noon. Only in the afternoon did they rest a little and fall asleep in record time.

The evening was when Kenzo came to play with him, walking while holding his mother's hand. He was getting quite good with the sword too. The things Dante taught Auren in private he never showed before Hanzo and Kenzo when they all practiced together. Dante had taught him again and again that it was not for show-off, and Auren agreed.

There was nothing to show off, actually. He was much older in mind; if the speed of learning things for both him and Kenzo had been the same, he might as well give up swordsmanship altogether. He did not have any talent at all—only practice and focus had made him a capable enough fighter. If there was an edge for him compared to others, it was his fine control of Chi. Since he had been doing it for more than two years, he was quite an expert at it. Unlike other kids who learned to first move, walk, and everything—where Chi matures later in age—he had been tugging at it since he was three, and that was not a normal kid thing at all. At this age, probably he was the only guy in this world who could exert such control over the mysterious energy in his body.

The rough plan Auren had for these five months of winter was to grow wheat. Then for the four months after that, he hoped to have two rotations of legumes. And the three after that, he could grow millets. At least that's what a head-splitting conversation with Boros had resulted in. The guy just would not listen to do the crop rotation theory Auren knew for sure was legit. But in the end, he was the employer and had forced the guy to do as he said.

The main theory of crop rotation was a must in his checklist. Most of his large-scale crop improvement depended on that. He had remembered learning in school about growing beans or lentils after wheat—the soil doesn't get exhausted. Nitrogen something. Monoculture is bad. One needed to mix it up—not sure why, but diversity helps. There was something about planting by season.

Soon days had gone by, and the time came to plant the seeds. Dante had borrowed wheats from a villager—they just planted those in the well-ploughed soil. The things he knew about planting were simply: seeds need spacing. Don't just throw them in a pile—they choke each other. Sunlight and water are the basics. But also airflow? That's why farmers space rows. Mulching.. something about keeping soil moist and blocking weeds. Maybe straw?

Auren noticed Boros do: row-to-row 20 cm apart, plant-to-plant 10 cm, depth 5 cm into soil. All sown broadcasting by hand, no tools used.

They had to start watering 20–25 days after sowing, according to Boros. Then they could change it to even three weeks with the quality of soil they had. It wasn't easy getting the water, but to his luck, one of the blue-rank villagers could summon a long hollow stick that slightly resembled a bamboo. The guy could summon it in different shapes, lengths, and all that—4–5 times a day with normal size.

The river was not too far, so the joining with different-sized semi-bamboos was back-breaking work but manageable. Dante and Sable helped him a lot. This was another of his weird ideas that were strangely viable, but people just didn't bother to try. Who would have an experience of pipes?

A small dug-out hole with a wooden connection to the river with a bamboo and a homemade cap pooled the water, and from there the bamboo line brought it straight to his field. Needless to say, it was the weirdest thing, and when they built it, half the village had gathered around. But Boros, Dante, Sable, Granny, and Hanzo's parents never backed down at all, and even with some ridicule, they kept working and made the watering a success.

The bamboo had cost him money, but he had already made up his mind to spend after this project of his. It solved his water issue. In a bonus, Auren even had a chance to test if mulching with crop residue or intercropping with garlic helps suppress weeds. At least he was gaining some valuable knowledge from all this.

Well, more like regaining. But it was important, just like taking steps is a mundane activity—but the first person to do so on the moon was famous, wasn't it?