Sirius' Riverbank Farm

[Enter v at 0:00 on the 6th, drop 10,000 words, update soon! The sun of the kingdom fell, and Sirius, who had lost his memory, woke up in a strange forest. After groping for several days in the woods, he made his home in a hollow tree very close to the river bank. It was not enough to just collect wild fruits and hunt for a living, so Sirius decided to try to grow something of his own. He cultivated a piece of land on the river bank and planted whatever he collected. After a while, the land was filled with young seedlings. Sirius collected while farming, occasionally picking up the remnants of the caravans that died, and the hollow tree holes were gradually repaired to make them warm and comfortable. One day after returning from hunting, a blond elf stood outside the tree hole. The elf's voice was choked with sobs: "Lord Siris, I finally tracked you down." Sirius scratched his head and decided to treat him to dinner. Boiled wild apple soup, grilled mushroom skewers, stewed rabbit legs... The elf's tears fell into the soup bowl: "Lord Siris, why are you living in such a miserable life..." Sirius took a vicious bite of the rabbit leg: "Drink up even one bite!" Who knew that the elf would not leave after finishing his meal? Sirius had no choice but to put a hoe in his hand, and if he wanted to eat, he had to help with the farming. The elf looked at the young seedlings he planted and said, "Lord Siris, why do you plant dogtail grass in the ground?" The tips of Sirius' ears turned red: "I've never farmed before! You are an elf and you are responsible!" The elf's blue eyes glanced at the tips of his red ears, and his lowered eyes curled up: "As you command, Sir Sirius." *The lich is attacked by × elves ——————————Accepted in advance———————————— "Milo's Beach Farm" please collect it Milo was an unlucky man. The boat he was on was overturned by huge waves amidst the song of the siren, and he was washed up on an unknown island with driftwood in his arms. Good news, he is still alive. Bad news, he is the only one alive, how can he survive on this uninhabited desert island. After shivering on the rocks by the beach all night, Milo was lucky enough to catch a lot of luggage washed ashore the next morning. It was obviously unrealistic to wait for rescue, so he could only start clearing wasteland and farming with useful supplies. On the first day of land reclamation, we cut down wood and palm leaves to build a temporary shelter, which collapsed in the middle of the night. On the second day of land reclamation, I dug out a spring under a pile of dead leaves and had a hearty drink. On the third day of land reclamation, when they ran out of food, they fished with a fishing net woven with hemp rope and caught a mermaid. Finally had a full meal. …… The 268th day of land reclamation. Milo opened the door of the cabin to welcome the first ray of sunshine in the morning. The shells and wind chimes in front of the house made a crisp tinkling sound. The crops in the vegetable patch behind the house were lush and lush. The mermaid, which had grown legs, was dragging a swordfish towards him. "Milo, breakfast." The mermaid said expressionlessly. "Good morning, Ossian." Milo responded with a smile. He took out the still-warm eggs from the chicken coop, made breakfast together with fish and cabbage from the field, and filled his stomach with Ossian. Milo kissed the cold-faced mermaid and then picked up the hoe and went to the ground. Ah, a beautiful day has begun again. Purpose: Farm well and eat every day