3 weeks after birth

   In order to start my plan on dominating the food market in the local area. I started with some basic slid and seasonings to gain capital. What I needed was the infrastructure to properly breed my seeds to be the best plants that they can be. To do that I had father buy a good carving knife. When he did I could see tears in his eyes as he gave away the precious money that was the only things sustaining him. I had him in his free time, which there was very little of, create cups with tops and wooden jars. This was so I could store seeds and differentiate between generations and different aspects. I had him create jars that could hold about a liter.

     With our jars made I showed father my blueprints on how to make the plough and told him what all the machine could do. His eyes were as hungry as when he saw the leaves appear on out first crop. But when he went to town to get a wet-nurse, he rejected my plan for the plough with no substantial reason! Of course he might go hungry for a slight bit of time, but in the long term he will be well fed forever.

1month 2 weeks after birth

Father came back today with the necessary parts for the plough and a supplementary invention to plant the seeds I plan on calling it the seedumper, as well as a extremely confused wet-nurse.  

     The next few days were me of explaining how to build the contraptions and then how to use them. Father was a very slow study, but eventually he managed to figure-out the working end from the ground. When people come to the farm what they now see is a bone skinny man with a scraggly beard yoked to a mysterious machine tearing up the ground with an infant walking behind steering the machine with a machine poking holes into the newly turned earth as well as putting seeds into the dirt.

4 months after birth    

     Weeks passed the field producing various crops of fast growing leafy greens, arugula, peas, and alfalfa. Each generation of plants just ever so slightly different than the last. Some weeks the plant were a tad bit taller, sometimes there were just that many more seeds, other times there was just more leaves to gather, but always the plants were different than 2 generations before than their predecessors.

     What father didn’t eat I had him sell to the various taverns and inns in the town of Arrowfell. Which covered 10 square kilometers of densely packed buildings. I practically gave the first few harvests away, trying to get goodwill with the various marks, I mean buyers, I spotted while riding through the town on father’s shoulders. Up there I didn’t step in any leftovers, or beggars, after all I don’t want to wash my feet of such dirty things.

    So with various places giving me a profitable income, the first few things I had Papa buy were rags I could use as diapers and large clothing for myself so that I could grow into it. With my body in actual clothing which had more holes than cloth, I sent Papa out to gather two boys that he deemed trustworthy and able. Which he found, quickly.

     One was a small boy that proud to say he was ten years old, his flame red hair covering his eyes in greasy locks, his body more scar and bruise than skin, more dirt and grease than a dirt road behind a KFC but he has striking deep blue speckled eyes. He boasted quite proudly of being able to count up to ten as well as being able to take as many hits from a man named Fornmal.

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     The second was also a boastful little brat looking everywhere as well as nowhere all at once. He was obviously trying to figure out why a successful farmer like my father would still live in the trash hut like ours. His deep brown eyes hold a spark that I’ve rarely seen in either of my lives, which frightens me. That same spark was in the eyes of the men whom always used me left me in strange places. But aside from the eyes that bring back extremely bad memories, his hair was a limp gold and again more dirt on him than most politicians pretend they don’t have.

     What I had them do was wash off with some water we got from the town well. The farm got a good layer of topsoil in the process. With their much cleaner self if had them work on the farm, mainly operating the plough and seedumper. In the afternoons near lunchtime I sent them into town wearing boxes containing scores of bowls and salads to sell to the travelers, adventurers, poor, and other people too busy and hungry to stop into a tavern to get something to eat. The bowls were mad by them at night. This brought even more money, actually allowing us to build a room on my shack to house the now 5 boys that help out in my operation as well as a granary to store my unused seeds, which were all identified by a beautiful hand drawn picture, which was to my surprise father’s hidden talent. My farm also gained 5 more acers which I milk and use extensively. I did this by staggering the date when I plant the seeds by a week for every 7 rows which was enough to sell for a week.  After every 3 rotations of leafy greens I plant a quick crop of alfalfa to sell to the stables in my medium sized town. And with now father is consistently gaining 5 silver every time he goes to sell, and the 5 brats usually comeback with three silver collectively.

     When Papa got the first silver coin from selling my crops, he wore a stupidly large smile even when he couldn’t stop crying for the entire day. That night he cried and held me for hour’s saying rubbish about how he will follow me to rdihme and back.

     10 months after birth

     I trundled around the field, with papa and others following my instructions. I was in charge of maneuvering the plough and pulling the seeding machine, as well as overseeing the other workers that Papa managed to find. The seedumper as I called it, was wooden machine with large cogs for wheels, squatting over a furrow using a stick to poking a predetermined depth into the ground then dropping a few seeds into every newly made hole, then has two planks in the shape of a valve go and cover the hole. The crop that we specialize in are some fast growing salad parts, like arugula, lettuce, spinach, and to revitalize the ground peas, alfalfa. Father’s diet more often than not was a good helping of vegies. I remember when father saw the first green sprouts show themselves above the ground, his eyes were a wolf’s whom just spotted a plump lamb astray. I could see him desperately wanting the plants to grow faster. 

     With my wealth on the rise, my plan beautifully falling into action. I know that its about time to figure out why mother hasn’t seen me or Papa. Also to crush my competition. Before all of that I need to state my thirst. My love is calling out to me, beckoning me to find her and soak in her, show my reverence to her. So I will. Soon.