C370 Shar

On the way to Shaor Village, Shire saw a field full of life. Crops were growing in the drizzle.

Because of the rain, only a few farmers worked in the fields, tending to the wheat. More people worked in the mill by the roadside, a thin cow. The two thin farmers put in a lot of effort, looking down at the ground. The wheat was crushed, and the flour spilled out little by little