The Harvest ||Open rp
Brody hefted a large armful of freshly cut wheat onto his shoulder and trudged through the field to set it down in the largely growing pile of cut wheat stalks that the people working on the fields had gathered up that morning.
The fields were quite crowded at this time of the morning, because of the harvesting. Everyone who was awake was giving a helping hand to collect the wheat and replant the field afterwards.
Brody returned to where he had been slicing the wheat with a well sharpened sickle. He began to cut at it again, swiping the sickle through the stalks of the wheat like a knife through butter. Working on the fields was tiring, but Brody enjoyed it. It distracted him from many of the problems he was facing lately, and it was also a great place to talk to the other cavedwellers.
