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Chapter 127 Farm Setup and Feathered Friends

After spending several hours, Kim Haru finally gathered enough raw materials for thirteen system sprinklers.

He loaded all the materials into the crafting table, and the system's crafting mechanism began to hum and whir.

Reflecting on the crafting table, Kim Haru found himself increasingly appreciative of how intuitive the system was.

In the past, crafting a fence or weaving a chicken coop was manageable with his own hands, but making something as advanced as these high-tech sprinklers would have been another story. If he had to assemble each one by hand from scratch, he doubted he'd achieve anything substantial even after a year or two.

He'd have to start with forging iron, after all!

Thank goodness for the crafting table, Kim Haru mused once again.

It didn't take long before all 25 sprinklers were neatly laid out in front of him. Without hesitation, Kim Haru opened the gate and installed each sprinkler across his vegetable field. Since the field had already been watered today, the sprinklers remained inactive.

But by tomorrow, his workload would be significantly lighter. No more daily watering—he could finally reserve more time for other tasks.

He wondered how Go Okrim's progress with the zombie-bots was coming along.

Kim Haru looked at his densely planted vegetable field, feeling thoroughly satisfied.

With the sprinklers taken care of, he turned his attention to disassembling other equipment, and his efforts paid off as he discovered a few more usable items.

He found a threshing machine that could both thresh and shell, a pesticide sprayer for evenly applying treatments, and a temperature monitoring device that was ideal to be use in greenhouses.

Most of the other equipment, however, was beyond repair.

Looking at the unusable equipment, Kim Haru felt a slight pang of regret. But it was no big deal—he suspected the system might have a way to handle it. After all, once the farm grows bigger, manual labor alone surely won't suffice. The intuitive system would undoubtedly take these needs into account.

"Right, system?" Kim Haru probed.

The system gave no response and entirely ignoring his attempt at flattery.

Unbothered, Kim Haru went back to sorting the broken machinery in front of him.

The usable items were, of course, kept aside, while he began disassembling the rest by material: iron with iron, copper with copper, and unidentifiable parts grouped together. When the system eventually called for raw materials, he'd have them ready.

Looking at the resulting chaotic pile, Kim Haru sighed and held his head.

"It's would be good if I have a storage warehouse for all this junk."

That statement only solidified his determination to upgrade the system soon. Once upgraded, he could unlock various types of buildings, sparing him from constructing them entirely from scratch.

He bundled up the heap of spare parts and stashed them behind his cabin.

Out of sight, out of mind.

With that done, Kim Haru glanced up at the sky.

It was almost time for lunch.

Go Okrim had prepared breakfast, so Kim Haru decided not to ask him to cook again for lunch.

He hadn't even touched the system's breakfast yet, so he could claim both breakfast and lunch together. The rice provided by the system wasn't enough, but luckily, he'd picked up a load of rice seeds on his recent trip to Gokmul County. After all, de-husked rice was essentially just plain rice.

To his delight, one of the intact machines was indeed a de-husker.

Following the instruction manual, Kim Haru soon had the machine humming. Before long, it had de-husked an entire sack of rice.

Out of the front chute came white grains of rice, while the machine's rear released a growing pile of rice husks, slowly forming a small mound.

"Cheep!"

A tiny yellow ball of fluff suddenly dashed over, bouncing frantically in front of Kim Haru.

He blinked. "What's up, Little Nugget?"

Of course, Little Nugget couldn't answer him.

But as Kim Haru watched Little Nugget staring eagerly at the de-husker, he instantly understood.

Little Nugget was a chick, after all, and chickens just loved rice grains!

"Don't worry; you're a part of the farm family now, so there's a share for you, too." Kim Haru gently tapped Little Nugget on the head. It was warm, and the chick's down feathers were gradually transforming into tougher adult feathers.

It was quite nice to the touch.

Oh, right.

"Where's Sir Peckington?"

Kim Haru realized there was still another farm member unaccounted for.

"Cheep."

Little Nugget took a few steps toward the back of the de-husker.

Kim Haru followed and burst out laughing at the sight.

Unlike Little Nugget, who politely came to greet him first, Sir Peckington was far less courteous and had already buried itself in the pile of husked rice and pecking away furiously. Its head was moving so fast, it was practically a blur.

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But that wasn't the only thing that made Kim Haru laugh.

Apparently, Sir Peckington had been there for quite some time. The de-husker had been working steadily, continuously spitting out husks, all of which had piled up on Sir Peckington. The little creature hadn't bothered to move out of the way at all.

Now, the once-vibrant, multi-colored wild pheasant was transformed into a plump, golden-brown "husk monster."

This little husk monster kept pecking away at the rice husks, entirely unfazed by the growing pile on its body. At a glance, it looked as if the husk monster itself was expanding.

Kim Haru couldn't stop laughing at the sight.

Where was the wary, sharp-eyed creature that Sir Peckington had been when he first caught it? Now, he doubted it would even run if he walked right up to it.

"Alright then, you're well-tamed now. I guess it's time to untie your wings."

Kim Haru stepped forward and paused the machine, taking advantage of Sir Peckington's daze to catch hold of it with one swift motion.

As he thought, Sir Peckington didn't show any sign of struggle now that it was caught; it had fully transitioned from a wild bird to a tame farm hen.