Full-Time Wizard: Starting with Harvesting Wheat

"Kid, you're very hardworking."

The midday sun scorched the dry ground. Roy sat on the steps in front of his employer's house. The male head of the household handed him lunch—a piece of dark bread weighing about 200 grams and a bowl of bean soup with little oil.

The walls of this free-roaming farmhouse were covered with a mixture of mud, straw, cow dung, and sheep fat called "mud plaster," while the roof was a sloping slate roof, with a red brick chimney protruding crookedly from the side.

Such houses were considered high-class buildings in the town, and other free peasants might not even have them. As for serfs, it goes without saying that they often lived in thatched huts provided by their masters, which couldn't withstand harsh weather and were prone to fires.

Roy discreetly surveyed the house, thinking that it had the same structure as the house his parents had left in town.

"Your name is Roy?"

The son of the family was about the same age as him. He sat down next to him, also holding a bowl of bean soup and a piece of black bread, and demonstrated by dropping the bread into the soup.

There was a rumor in the town that a strong and healthy peasant woman fought a robber with a black bread. When she threw the bread, it hit the robber right in the face, causing him to faint. It was more powerful than a brick.

Of course, such a powerful weapon must have weighed more than 200 grams, but that also demonstrates the firmness of the dark bread.

No human can defeat black bread with their teeth unless they have a gold tooth, so the only way to soften it is to put it in water.

Roy imitated the child, dipping his bread into the bean soup and waiting quietly.

At the same time, he looked up, ready to check the child's data.

He called this ability "True Sight." So far, True Sight can see the data of inanimate objects and even offer suggestions for improvement on non-standard movements, so living things are no exception.

【? ? ? 】

[Race: 99.4% Human, 0.6% Unknown Bloodline]

[Attributes: Constitution 0.3, Strength 0.4, Spirit 0.4, Magic Power 0.1]

[Skill: Agriculture Lv.1 (26/100)]

Height: 1.51m

……

This time, the data collected was much more extensive than that of Dong Xiaomai, including height, weight, and even eye distance and shoe size; almost every part of the boy's body was measured.

What's most shocking is that even the data for that part was accurate to two decimal places.

"Damn it, what the hell did I see?" Roy cursed inwardly, then nodded in response to the boy's question.

"Hello Roy, my name is Olga, and my goal is to become a full-fledged knight." The boy revealed a set of slightly yellow teeth with a bright smile.

The moment he announced his name, the question mark at the top of the data distorted and then transformed into the three large characters "Olga".

At the bottom, there is gold-plated text.

[Goal: To become a full-fledged knight]

You even have to remember things that kids say in jest?

Knights—that sounds like something out of a novel, a profession that country kids dream of. But how could such a noble thing possibly be yours, Olga?

While thinking this in his heart, Roy outwardly wore the same bright smile.

"Is that so, Olga? I believe you can definitely become a knight."

"Really, Roy? You're the second person to say that about me!" Olga began to recount his efforts to become a knight with great enthusiasm, not even hearing his parents calling him back to the table for dinner.

At this moment, Roy was only half focused on what he was saying, while the other half was on the line of data.

--property.

A 13-year-old boy's physique is only 0.3?

Through the somewhat tattered linen clothes, Roy could see Olga's ribs faintly protruding from her chest.

Compared to modern teenagers of the same age, he was indeed considered thin, but in this era, he would probably be considered one of the better-developed.

When the two stood together, Roy was about ten centimeters shorter than him.

He has a constitution of only 0.3, which is likely lower than that of other people his age in the town.

Perhaps the 0.1 increase in constitution from harvesting wheat isn't a small amount?

While Olga was speaking eloquently, she reached for a piece of bread, took a bite, and made a muffled sound with her cheeks puffed out: "To become a knight, I... trained for a long time."

"Every morning I get up and lift that big rock over there." He pointed to the smooth, oval-shaped rock by the roadside. "Now, I can lift it off the ground for two seconds!"

Olga was incredibly proud; this was his achievement, and could any other person his age do it?

"28 kilograms?" Roy squinted as he observed the data on the stone. At the very bottom of the stone's data, there was a special effect.

[Special Effect: Strength 0.4 allows lifting, 0.5 allows training. Lifting the stone to waist and lowering it, repeated 200 times, increases Strength by 0.1, up to a maximum of 0.7.]

200 times?

Roy's lips twitched.

Lifting and lowering a 28-kilogram stone 200 times in a short period of time would surely ruin your arm.

This is worse than tilling the soil.

Seeing Roy staring intently at the stone, Olga, thinking Roy didn't believe him, abruptly stood up.

"Very well, I'll show you the power of the future Olga Knight."

He confidently walked up to the oval-shaped stone, let out a low growl, his exposed arms bulging with veins, and suddenly grabbed the bottom of the stone, exerting force upwards.

"Ugh!"

Unfortunately, despite the impressive display of force, the stone only wobbled slightly under his manipulation, shedding a few wisps of dust, and then remained completely still.

"Ugh—" Olga's face was already flushed, and large beads of sweat dripped down her forehead, but she still couldn't budge it an inch.

According to the data of that stone, Olga's strength of 0.4 should be enough to move it, but it is very likely that "movable" refers to its full strength.

Roy glanced out of the corner of his eye at the untouched bread and bean soup beside him.

As far as he knew, Olga's family did not have the habit of eating breakfast.

It's safe to say that, apart from wealthy merchants or nobles, no one would specifically choose to have an extra meal in the morning.

Olga had also gone to help in the wheat field in the morning, which had expended a lot of energy, and she hadn't eaten a single bite of lunch.

It's foreseeable that he'll be lucky to use 70-80% of his full strength; it's perfectly normal that he can't lift the stone.

However, the poor kid seemed to be fixated on that rock, perhaps wanting to prove to Roy that he really had great strength, and tried again and again with meticulous care.

Roy gnawed on the soggy black bread, the rough texture scraping against his throat, while the bean soup was so bland it was almost tasteless.

He thought to himself that the child would soon give up, and that repeated attempts would gradually wear down his strength.

"Um?"

Suddenly, familiar words reappeared.

Strength training (lifting stones)

[Knee flexion: excessive expansion angle 8.4°]

[Lower back: 12% excessive forward tilt]

[Grip point: 2.8cm off-center from center of gravity]

Breathing: Slightly faster

……

[Current action accuracy: 42%]

"Damn it!" Olga kicked a rock, clutching her aching toe and hopping on one leg. "Yesterday I could lift it a little bit!"

He had given up; his strength was waning, and now he felt powerless even when he touched the bottom of the stone.

His cheeks were burning, partly from the force he had used, and partly from the embarrassment of losing face in front of Roy.

Just then, Roy suddenly stood up.

A hint of curiosity flickered in his eyes.

This is a great opportunity for experimentation.

His accuracy in harvesting wheat increased from 50% to 80%, his speed more than doubled, and the accumulation of fatigue slowed down, which can be said to have brought him a great improvement.

So, if Olga were to be instructed to improve his technique to the point where he could lift the stone, what level of precision would be required?