"Chicken Coop? That sounds like a room for taking care of chickens. Does it sell something inside?" Heath was a little puzzled. He felt that this farm of his was becoming more and more like a game, a game called Harvest Moon. After all, Heath had played Harvest Moon before. If it really was similar to that game, he should be able to go inside and take a look now. With that thought, Heath entered his farm. He had tested it before: only his mind entered the farm, not his body, so he did not need to worry about anything like vanishing into thin air.
Still, Heath found that a little regrettable. After all, if his body could enter too, he felt he could probably experience a different sort of life. For instance, he could use this ability to avoid troublesome things, or to deal with troublesome things. Either would work, and he could keep developing more uses in the future. Still, it was good that his body did not enter. Otherwise, doing farmwork would be exhausting.
Although Heath was a city dweller, back when he was in school, he would return to his hometown every summer vacation to live with his maternal grandfather. His grandfather's home was in the countryside, and Heath had helped him with farmwork. That sort of heavy physical labor was beyond what the average city dweller could imagine. City dwellers generally thought country life was so wonderful: pastoral idylls, old farmers and old oxen, enjoying life and all that. But farmwork was actually very, very tiring. If an office worker from the city went to do farmwork, it might take them a long time to catch up with a farmer's pace.
After entering the farm, Heath saw that the vegetables had already sprouted. He worked