The townspeople returning from work outside have all returned to the small town.
...
Time was swiftly passing.
In the blink of an eye.
It was already the end of October.
The planting of the cultivated land was nearing completion.
Standing on the limestone road next to the cultivated land, Lynn swept his gaze around.
It was a vast expanse of land already cleared and planted.
The ridges where winter barley seeds had been buried looked like rows of braids on the earth.
Neat, orderly, and awe-inspiringly straight.
At the end of the cultivated land, the townspeople had already started packing up their farming tools, ready to withdraw from the fields.
After a month of intensive land clearing and another month of intensive continuous planting.
The 55,000 acres of farmland were finally planted.
The autumn planting is complete!
Gavin and Wilbur walked over to Lynn's side.
Gavin said respectfully, "Master, the planting is complete, and next is..."
