Modern Women's Charm

The Message Carrier Arrow

Jean was very unhappy to see the surrounding environment, not only in the area where she used to live, but even in the area of Margaret's land settlement, there was a lot of dirt on the side of the road.

Many people shirk haphazardly.

Probably because there is no public toilet.

The original Jean used to also use a barrel to hold dirt, only after it was almost full of dirt it will be thrown into the river into fish food.

It's more mending than being dumped haphazardly on the street.

In this human city there may not be a special excavation hole to accommodate the dirt commonly called septic tank.

Jean had the idea of making public toilets in many places around the residential area.

In addition to cleaning the environment from bad scenery and bad smells, it can also be a solution to overcome the barren land in the land where Margaret.

Humans in this world may not yet know if dirt can be used as soil fertilizer.

But the dirt cannot be directly placed on barren agricultural land but needs to be processed first.

How to process it yourself Jean knows.

She was grateful for her childhood living in an orphanage where she taught children to farm and make natural fertilizers out of poop.

The orphanage where Jean grew up was not a big place, there were only thirty-two orphans there.

The place included poor and underfunded homes, so the caretaker required the children of the orphanage to do agricultural activities in fields that are not too large, even the private fields owned by the caretaker.

The land he donated specifically to plant vegetables and plants for the daily eating of the children of the home.

Although they ate more vegetables, once a month the orphanage also gave meat dishes from poultry farms in the cage behind the building.

Jean did not feel deprived or even starved, all she lacked was the affection of her father and mother.

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"Oh so, I understand." Dean nodded in understanding.

If the barren land can become fertile land with dirt, is not it a very profitable thing and can raise income in this place.

"Then I'll call Mr. Lay, he's the one who helped Miss Margaret to manage the land here, you might need his help regarding the matter of public toilets." Dean offered himself.

"Yes that's good, call Mr. Lay." Jean agreed quickly, there was no way he could manage such a big thing alone, there had to be the role of a land management officer in this area.

While Dean went to call Mr. Lay, Jean checked the hut building for the Paila Grass planting site.

The building is still half-finished, it is only natural because only yesterday the construction was done.

The artisans look bare-chested, their skin dark brown, probably because of their work which is always under the scorching sun.

Jean checked the construction, there were some points that he asked to fix according to the design in his mind.

The hut must be high and strong, the roof truss section is also made stronger because the material placed on the roof shaped segita it is straw grass that is arranged tenuous so that the light can still enter partially.

The thatched roof that Jean requested probably needed to be rearranged often because it was made of tenuous straw, which is why the roof frame had to be strong.

"Hello Miss Jean." Jean was surprised by the greeting from behind.

He turned his head and saw a tall, slender man with a thin mustache beside him there was Dean who was also smiling at him.

He was Mr. Lay the landkeeper referred to by Dean.

Jean smiled, then told her the reason and plan ahead to plant Paila grass.

Mr. Lay had refused and insulted Jean's plan which was considered unreasonable.

"How can shit fertilize a barren land, I've never heard of it, Miss Jean you're too young, don't make such absurd fantasies." Mr. Lay refused and looked at Jean with condescending eyes.

Jean is upset with Mr. Lay who instead belittles his idea.

Of course he had never heard of manure fertilizer because it was just Adi in Marrissa's home world.

"I don't care if you agree or don't agree with my plans or ideas, which Margaret obviously entrusted to me, so Mr. Lay can't refuse to help me." Jean made Mr. Lay speechless and could only bite his tongue.

After that Jean said what to prepare and need to be done by Mr. Lay.

The conversation continued until noon.

After the problems with the construction of the planting hut and Mr. Lay settled down, Jean heaved a sigh of relief.

This time all he needed to do was look for the seeds of Paila grass.

Jean goes to the market, he buys Paila grass seeds there.

Although the seeds of Paila grass can not be grown in the human city, but the seeds also have medicinal properties, although the efficacy is lower than the leaves of Paila grass.

At least the seeds still have a selling point, so that Paila grass seeds can be searched in the market.

It was more efficient than Jean having to go out the wall just to collect Paila's grass seeds.

After obtaining the seeds of Paila's grass, Jean returned to Margaret's residence, all she would do was grow the seeds of Paila's grass in her hands.

Using a basin of wooden boxes Jean sprinkled the seeds of Paila grass on the ground in a basin then watered with water and covered with a black cloth.

Jean tries to make the seeds of Paila Grass germinate similar to the process of making green bean sprouts.

His white hands were now dirty by the ground.

There was still something he needed to do that was to make fertilizer from dirt in order to be used after the construction of the hut was completed.

Jean washed her hands in a wooden water barrel outside the house.

Stukk, the sound of an arrow jab shocked Jean.

There was an arrow stuck on the edge of the water barrel where Jean took water to wash her hands.

Jean noticed that there was a paper roll tied to the arrow.

Jean looked around, there was no sign of the person shooting the arrow, he took the arrow and read the writing on the paper roll because there was a message there.

The message reads,

"Let's meet for three more days outside the wall, I'm waiting for you around the outside of the western wall..."

He was very familiar with the arrow that had the tip of the green fir leaves that were still fresh.

Wooden arrows that seemed to form directly from the trunk of the cypress tree.

Jean knew the arrow belonged to Valir.