In the wasteland four or five miles away from the village.
A thousand people were busy with various iron farming tools in hand.
The tools forged from high-quality iron were remarkably sharp.
Those clumps of weeds and thorns were instantly cut down to the root by the scythe.
Only the roots remained deeply embedded in the soil.
When another group of villagers arrived, the broad iron hoes came down, directly uprooting them...
These may look like weeds but hold different values.
Among them were not only herbs but also wild straw.
The herbs could be used for making decoctions, while the straw and some hay could feed poultry and livestock.
Moreover, they could even be used as fuel for lighting fires.
Even those small stones could be taken back and made into simple grinding tools.
Everything has its use.
Especially in such a resource-scarce world!
A thousand villagers lined up, continuously clearing into the distance.
The speed of each person wasn't much different.
