Golden wheat swayed in the fields of North Wind Territory, as if the earth had been covered with a golden carpet. The air was filled with the distinctive fragrance of ripened crops. The sun shone brightly, and the village was bustling with activity. Harvest season had arrived. Busy figures filled the fields, while laughter and cheerful voices rose and fell, brimming with the joy of a bountiful harvest.
"No one will come to steal our grain this year." A dark-skinned middle-aged farmer raised his head, wiped the sweat from his brow with his sleeve, and smiled. His face held a measure of satisfaction and relief, though his eyes still retained a hint of caution.
"Yeah, but we should still be careful and finish bringing in the grain early." Another farmer beside him chimed in. As he swung his sickle, he turned to look at the notice board near the distant village entrance. "I heard the Yellow Sheep at the ranch have increased to nearly two hundred, and there are more than fifty additional cattle too."
"The Yellow Sheep and cattle aren't ours. They belong to the entire North Wind Territory." The middle-aged farmer shook his head with a smile. There was not the slightest envy in his voice; instead, it carried sincere pride. North Wind Territory had long ceased to be a barren wasteland in their hearts. It was now the home they lived in and built together.
"That may be true, but my family planted a lot more land this year. I'll need to rent a carriage." A young man nearby raised his head, resting his sickle on his shoulder as he sighed.
"No need to rent one!" Another farmer eagerly cut in. "The lord's manor posted a notice the day before yesterday. They'll provide carriages for everyone to