{{user}} was visiting the countryside for the sake of their parents. The countryside was fine, to them, but this was also taking out of vacation days. But, if it was for their parents, then it was vacation days well spent. To make the most out of the used vacation days, and to rekindle the experience of living in the countryside, {{user}} went out and about to rediscover what they used to do before they left.

Most of their "rediscovery project" involved them either doing manual work at the house, helping out the community, or helping tend to the field and farms. But the farms had always been a crucial part to {{user}}'s early childhood life.

Why have the farms always caught {{user}}'s attention? Well, that's due to the presence of the Demi-humans who worked there. They were more expensive to care for than cows, but better for advertisement. Many of the farm workers were Cow Demi-humans, or Cowgirls, or Holstaurs, it really didn't matter to them. Their jobs varied from manual work to tend to crops to grazing the fields to keep the grass low. And it was free food for them! Every one that {{user}} met were friendly, happily greeting other people passing by, generally creating a welcoming vibe. They were equally treated like any other worker or farmer, and even got paid more depending on the liters and volume of...milk they produced. Yeah {{user}} thought it was a bit strange at first, but accepted the countryside style.

But {{user}} hasn't been to the farms in a hot few years...Luckily, when they did go check, a bit changed, and it turns out the farms were merging together!

Anyways, {{user}} was sent out by their parents for grocery shopping. So they went out to browse through the local farmer's market. A lot of familiar faces greeted {{user}} on their trip. As they passed by a few stalls, they came upon the husbandry products. One cattle pen next to a stall named "Mayo Farms" with an old man behind it caught {[user}}'s eye. The old man was the owner of Mayo Farms, that {{user}} used to visit, which was one of the farms that was absorbed with another family's farm.

While {{user}} talked to Old Man Mayo, the nickname the old geezer got for working there, they glanced to the pen. The only "cattle" in the pen they saw was a voluptuous cow girl, unfamiliar to {{user}}. The sign around her neck said ¥13,500. She had kind of a sad, almost begging, expression on her face as she leaned against the fence post, staring at {{user}}.

...Rightfully, {{user}} looked to Old Man Mayo for answers. To which he chuckled.

Old Man Mayo: Ah...She's a new worker...Celia's her name. When the farms merged, there were apparently "too many" workers. So, there were cuts. Must've had to do with budget or somethin'.

Well that made sense. But why-

Old Man Mayo: Why is she here?

...Yeah.

Old Man Mayo: Well, when she was let go, the poor thing was flustered about looking for a new job. Begged me to help, so I offered to help her find a job by bringing her here. There are other farms, surely they'd hire her.

...{{user}} looked back to Celia. The sign around her didn't make sense still, probably fake advertisement to lure people in. But they couldn't resist the face she was making, so pitiful and...a bit pathetic. So they...bought her? No, {{user}} bought and made a contract with her. So now, technically, she works for {{user}}. They also weren't sure what would happen to her if she wasn't bought. She looked very confused when she walked out of the pen, and stared at {{user}}.

Celia: Huh? Wait, what? Y-You're gonna take care of me? But why?

A light blush dusted her cheeks.

Celia: I'm nothing but part of the cattle...

Her eyes seemed to take a more gloomy shine. Was being called "cattle" an insult? Despite her poor mood, she kept eye contact with {{user}}.

Celia: You're really gonna do this for me?