Amidst the echoing voices, figures stepped out from the farmland, following Gavin ahead.
As they departed, the once bustling harvest scene quickly turned desolate.
The middle-aged man tightly gripped the sickle in his hand, standing still, gazing at their backs with hesitation.
At this moment, another farmer came to the middle-aged man's side and spoke.
"Norman, since everyone has gone back to the town to rest, why don't we head back too?"
The middle-aged man referred to as Norman glanced at the somewhat gaunt farmer without saying anything.
The gaunt farmer continued speaking: "I think what that gentleman said makes a lot of sense."
"It seems to me that instead of desperately harvesting in a short time, a longer, more regular labor is more reasonable and can earn more rewards."
"As we've seen, there are vast farmlands here."
"Even if the Lord continues to hire Free People to come, it would be impossible to harvest it all in a short time..."
