"How would I know? I can't even tell wheat seedlings from weeds!" If the other person wasn't a man over ninety, Winters really wanted to snatch the vine stick and give him a thrashing in return.
"[Celican] A man who does not work with his four limbs will never differentiate the five grains." The mendicant monk muttered something in a language Winters did not understand, no longer attempting to guide Winters to think but instead directly imparted, "The big landlords grow crops like tobacco and sugar beet that can be sold for money, and only a little of their land is used for growing food. Why? Because they are not lacking in food. How much can they eat with their open mouths? The estate owners occupy the best and most land in Wolfton, yet they have the fewest people, so most of their arable land is used for growing cash crops."
