A couple hours after the men started working, Vesmore continued to search for weeds. He found a relatively large one that was a few feet away from Matadi, who was tilling the ground in front of him. Vesmore approached the weed and squatted down before grabbing onto it's stem, firmly. The young man then began to pull on it, attempting to tear it out of the dirt. After four pulls, he finally managed to get it out of the ground but then fell over onto his back once the roots were yanked out.
"You alright there?" Asked Matadi as he tilled the ground.
"Yes," said Vesmore as he slowly got up and patted the dirt off of his clothes, "I'm fine."
"Would you like a hand?" Asked the older man as he stopped tilling and held the hoe upright in one hand.
The younger man shook his head, "No, I'm good." He returned to pulling more weeds that were near him.
"Alright, I was just checking." He turned his body and continued tilling the soil.
