"Hmm, Little Ayuli is really fast! Wood, remember to talk to him before you go. These past few months, Luwei's wife has been taking care of him too... With you and Luwei, I feel reassured..."
"Alright!"
With the sun shining brightly, the two continued swinging their sickles, engaging in intermittent small talk as they worked.
It was not until the sun reached its zenith and the temperature rose to its peak that a loud, clear sound of a bone horn blew through the wind, signaling it was time for lunch. Labor during the harvest required physical strength and time was of the essence. Under Xiulote's personal supervision, a special lunch was established for the militia during the busy harvesting days as a grace.
The two then stopped their work, carrying baskets filled with vegetables, and walked together towards the center of the camp. The other milites gradually gathered around, whispering quietly on the dusty path created by their tread.
