This year's winter came a little late.

It was already November, and the sunset that spread in the fields could still give people a hint of warmth.

The dreamlike pure blue sky was coated with a vast twilight, covering farmhouses, fields, rivers, and forests and mountains hidden in the lavender smoke in the distance.

Night is approaching, and farmers from Hexi villages have already gone home to drink wheat porridge

But in the former Mitchell Manor and the land of the first "harvest" farm in Langtun Town, there are still people working.

An old man opened his coat and stubbornly raised his wrinkled forehead, held the plow cart with both hands firmly, and walked barefoot in front.

Two horses pulled the plow cart hard and walked in front of the old man. Their mouths and noses sprayed moist heat, and sweat gathered on their ribs, dripping in strands.

Behind the horse, a coulter deeply inserted into the soil drew a long ditch in the field.

The deep soil was turned out, and large pieces of turf rotated in the air along the wings, and finally turned upside down next to the ridge ditch.

There is a pair of wheels in front of the coulter. The wheels can reduce the burden of pulling the horse and make the coulter reach the ground nine inches straight, no more or less.

This is the heavy plow truck, which has shafts, wheels and walled plowshares for turning over soil.

It is bulky and dull, and it is very difficult to turn every time. In order to minimize the number of turnovers of plow trucks during land preparation, the land of self-cultivated farmers is narrow and long, parallel to the zebra stripes.

After talking about the disadvantages, let’s talk about the advantages. What’s left is the ability to cultivate heavy clay that is difficult to cultivate.

The land of Paratu was sticky and heavy, and there were many stones. Before the birth and popularization of heavy plows, this kind of land was completely ruined. You could only watch trees and grass grow, and you could not develop settled agriculture, and you could only use it for grazing.

Therefore, the ancient Republicans despised the fishing and hunting tribes living here as "pig herders", because one of the important food sources of the latter is to drive pigs into the forest to raise them freely, and then hunt semi-wild pigs in autumn.

It can be said that the history of the ancient empire's expansion of territory to the wilderness is a history of heavy plows.

A horse-drawn heavy plow has another advantage over a cattle-drawn heavy plow - it is faster.

The old man held the plow and walked a hundred meters away in a blink of an eye.

Just turning over the soil is far from enough, and you also need to "rake the ground" to make the soil loose and breathable.

So the old man followed by a dozen or a half-old boys. The front half of them had wooden sticks and pickaxes, smashing large pieces of slab-shaped soil all the way; the other half walked behind with a rake rack that looked like a nail plate. The rake rack scraped across the surface like a comb, and the slab-shaped soil blocks were further broken, and the farmland became slightly flat.

The rake is usually done by horse-drawn rake racks. However, the manpower of the harvest farm is much more abundant than the animal power, and all the precious horses are used to pull the plow. The rake will naturally leave the life of the rake for half a young man who has not yet grown up.

Behind the half-birth children are their parents.

A short middle-aged farmer hung a small basket of seeds obliquely, shaking his arms rhythmically. The seeds leaked from his fingers, like dripping rain under the eaves, spreading evenly in the loose soil.

This is the literal "spreading" and it is all based on hand.

It seems that spreading is a relaxing job, because the short middle-aged farmer almost didn't sweat. He walked slowly under the setting sun in the autumn, as if a knight was patrolling the manor. The others, regardless of age, were already sweating profusely.

In fact, sowing is the most difficult task and requires superb skills. Only when the seeds are sown evenly can the wheat grow evenly.

Other farm work can be lazy, but if you don’t do well, you can do it again. But if the seeds are not sown evenly, there is no second chance.

The old man who helped the plow himself checked the seeds after sowing the seeds. But he is too old and his hands are unstable, so the old man was in a complicated mood and entrusted the planting basket to his eldest son and went to plow himself.

Four adult farmers were pulling a piece of log roller and walking behind the seeds.

The farmland rolled over by the roller becomes flat, the seeds are rolled into the soil, and the soil is properly pressed for easier harvesting in the future.

At the end, several women carrying kettles bent down from time to time to water the places where the wheat seeds had been sprouted. The wheat seeds will germinate and take root only after they taste the water.

Watering is also a patient and meticulous job. It is not possible to water too much or miss it, so it is left to women to do it.

Two horses, a pair of plows and a group of hardworking people slowly advanced on the field, and the wheat seeds were sown.

Compared with the desolate and lonely earth, the seeds are very small. But it is life, and life can grow. One day, the small seeds will stand on the earth with a golden body and nurture new life.

By then, this dead wilderness will also turn into a golden ocean.

Three men sat on the fence of the farm, staring at this ordinary and magnificent scene in ecstasy.

The three of them were Bud, Winters and Lion Lion from left to right.

"Do you know what is the easiest crop in the world?" Bard asked suddenly.

"Rye?" the little lion asked curiously.

"No, it's a human." Bard sighed softly: "[You must give birth to many people and flourish on the ground]. If you scatter the crops of human beings in the ground, they will grow tenaciously."

Winters and the Lion chewed this sentence and fell into deep thought.

"The new land army has delayed us for too long." Bard said with emotion: "It is not too late to renovate the fields well. Now we need to plow as quickly as possible and plant widely, so we don't care about fine work."

"Isn't this fine? There are forwards, central troops, and guards, as if they are marching and fighting." Winters solemnly commented: "It's more interesting than killing pigs."

"I don't plant this way normally. I only do the same job at a time. I turn the ground first, and turn it three times more carefully. Then rake the ground, sow the seeds, suppress it. Finally, water the head." Bard patiently explained: "Now I'm in a hurry and have plenty of manpower, so that I can do this."

When Winters returned to Wolftown, Bud took him to the farm to see the results.

Several farmers near Winters are digging soil and trenches.

Wherever you look, you can see three other sets of plow trucks. They are all far away, as small as ants climbing on the ground, but they are also moving forward slowly and firmly.

[First Harvest Farm], the serial number "First" is compiled by Bard, and the name "First Harvest" is the refugees themselves, carrying their deepest expectations.

"What are you doing?" Winters looked at the nearby digger

"Dig drainage canals to prevent flooding in the farmland."

Most farmers digging drains have wooden tools, and only one pick and a shovel in their iron tools. Some people even hold cow scapula - as shovels.

Winters sighed: "I wish there were more iron guys."

"So you brought me another thirty heavy plow trucks?" Bud smiled.

"Didn't I bring a hundred axes?" Winters' cheeks were slightly hot: "There is still a piece of iron in the Forge Township, and it's not enough for blacksmiths now. Instead of re-casting and recasting, it's better to create new ones directly. Besides, it's a plow to melt them. If you don't need it this year, keep it for next year. Anyway, the plow will come in handy sooner or later..."

Bud nodded slightly, without saying a word.

Winters became more and more guilty: "I am trying to find a way to re-activate the Iron Peak Mine. Don't worry, there will be pickaxes and shovels. Then one person will send two, throw one away and leave one."

Bud continued to smile and nodded.

"Okay." Winters sighed: "I'm a fool."

Hearing this, the little lion laughed wildly, leaned forward and closed backward, and almost planted the fence backwards.

"What are you laughing at? Do you know how to farm?" Winters was furious.

"I really understand." The little lion's eyes were crescent-like - a bit like his sister: "I have planted sugarcane on Chiyi Island for seven years and received awards every year."

Winters' anger was pushed back into his lungs, and he was on the verge of vomiting blood.

Not to mention going down to the fields to work, Kossa's baby nephew never even planted flowers. Before coming to Wolf Town last year, he had never even touched the plow. At that time, he was only a little better than a fool who thought that "flour grew out of his pocket."

Bud, who was beside him, shook his legs and spoke leisurely: "Actually, I don't know anything about farming."

"Um?!"

Bard said naturally: "I went to Green Heart Monastery as a servant when I was very young, and I had never done farm work for a day. I still know a little about herding sheep and raising horses, but I know nothing about the work in the fields."

Winters was really about to vomit blood: "Then are you talking so well?"

"I don't understand." Bard replied seriously: "But I will ask."

He pointed to the old man in the open clothes with a plow in the distance: "I learned all the knowledge about farming from that old man. And that old man knew you longer than I knew me."

Winters remembered the old man who had explained to him "what is farming time" in Wolf Town Square.

In a word, Winters understood what Bard wanted to say, and he also restrained his emotions and returned to his integrity.

"There is no need to be so serious." Bud smiled and said, "To be honest, it wouldn't be better than you if you were someone else. I just wanted to chat a few casually. In the past, we could have a long chat with each other for a long time?"

"Okay." Winters smiled, but he was actually a little sad because he felt unfamiliar with Bud.

The little lion also pricked up his ears and listened.

"Look, you don't understand farm work, which is actually normal." Bard's tone was sincere: "But can Revodan not even have a person who understands it? The blacksmiths in Fortrunk Township have been relying on building farm tools to support their families for decades. How can they not understand?"

Bard said more and more earnestly: "But what? Everyone watched you use the raw materials, manpower and time to build plow trucks. No one said, "No, you should build shovels, picks, rakes, shovels, and other small farm tools." No one."

Listening to Bud's voice, Winters remembered what Anna had said to him.

That day, Anna signaled Winters to see her off the blacksmith Shaosha. In the garden, Anna also told him seriously: "You frowned just now. The blacksmith was trembling with fear. Have you noticed it? They are already afraid of you enough, don't make them more afraid of you. I don't understand politics, but if the employees of the business only fear the employer, the business will not last long."

At that time, Winters wanted to explain to his lover, but he did not get angry or intimidate others.

"I know, of course I know." Anna shook her head, and she used her fingertips to caress the wrinkles on her lover's eyebrows: "You just frowned unconsciously, of course I know you are not going to get angry. But others don't know. In the eyes of outsiders, such as the blacksmith, you are just getting angry. Look, you are frowning unconsciously now."

"Do I have one?" Winters was surprised.

"Yes. And even if you have no expression on your face, you look angry. So the first lesson my mother taught me is to laugh. A good businessman will always laugh." Anna smiled and gently pulled Winters' cheek: "Don't be stern, don't frown, smile!"

Winters was indeed smiling at that time, but Winters was silent at this moment.

The atmosphere became colder little by little, and the little lion couldn't help but wrap her clothes tightly.

Bard waited patiently.

"Bad, why do you tell me like this?" Winters' eyes were painful: "Why do you tell me this way?"

"Aren't you supposed to punch me hard and say straightforwardly, 'No one dares to correct you even if you do anything against you now! It will be done sooner or later'?" Winters felt sad from the bottom of his heart, and he even felt a sense of anger of being betrayed.

This emotion has been surging in his heart for a long time: "Am I a dictator or tyrant? Are you my vassal and my subordinate? You are my classmate, my friend, my bloody brother! Even you have to beat around the bush to say these things? What's wrong? Do you just don't trust me like this? Can a little bit of power make people like this?"
To be continued...