"Master!"

Beside him, Upton and Dena also shouted in hush.

In their voices, there were praise, sighs, moans, worship, and admiration...

This is a yearning for beauty.

This is a praising of life.

This is the simplest beauty of humans towards food.

In a full minute or two, a father and two sons gathered next to a straw, looking at the wheat seeds on it devoutly.

"ah!"

The plow cart on his shoulder rubbed the wound, and his father Upton finally came to his senses.

The next moment, Upton rushed to the position where the second son had just entered the floor.

He squatted down quickly, opened his eyes wide, and Upton tried hard to suppress it, and then he stopped the urge to open his mouth and shout: "Look! Look, the wheat seeds here are the same!"

"There are the same over there!" "It's everywhere!"

"Oh my God! Master!" "Why is this happening!"

"Don't say it all!" Upton waved his hand, stopping his two sons from looking around, "Come here to help, help the wheat... Be careful, be careful, never step on it again!"

Next, it was like a place in your own home...

No, it should be said that he is more attentive than his own position. Upton, Dena, and Doberman carefully and extremely gentlely, he reheld the buckwheat that had just been trampled down one by one.

"Father, whose place is this?" Dana asked.

Upton stood up and looked around and said, "Hansel, this is Hansel's place."

"Why is this happening?" Dubin's voice was full of doubts and even more anticipation.

"I don't know..." Upton murmured, "Come on, let's go and take a look..."

As he said that, Upton carried the farm tools again and continued to move forward.

When... when... when...

The third bell of the church came from mid-air.

As if he had not heard the bell, Upton walked very slowly. Every few steps, he would squat down, gently push away the buckwheat flowers and leaves, and look at the wheat seeds below.

The two sons were not anxious, and like their father, they carefully observed the buckwheat in the field.

"It's also here..." "It's also here..."

The Hansel family's share was finished.

"It's still here!" "It's still here!"

The Sanchez family's place was also completed.

"The same is true here!" "The same is true here!"

Old William's house has also been completed.

"Still it!" "Still it!"

The Richard's house was also completed.

“There’s less here!”

This is the Wayne family's place.

“There are even fewer here!”

This is the place of Connor's family.

"It's still going to be less!"

This is the place of Vader's family.

"It's almost done here..." "This is called wheat!"

Even in the place where "this is called wheat", the buckwheat branches produce 100% or 20% more wheat seeds than most other parts of the village.

However, compared with the 50% higher than the road, and the surprising number of William, Richard, Hansel and other families doubled, or even tripled, this place finally returned to the scope that the Upton and his son could understand.

"Why is this happening?"

"Yes, what's the difference here?"

"I don't know..." Upton murmured again: "But the place with the most wheat seeds should be there..."

Following Upton's fingers, Dena and Doberman looked over.

That was the intersection of the three families of William, Richard and Hansel.

At that position, three tall wooden poles were laid.

Each wooden pole is topped with wheat straw and thick leaves, and a ceiling is arranged to shelter from wind and rain.

Under each roof, a honeycomb is fixed with more than a dozen thick and tough rattans.
Chapter completed!