In the chilly late autumn, the cold wind sweeps through the fields and wilderness. In the sunny autumn sky, no birds fly by.
The farmer Carn bends his waist, lifts up the heavy basket, and pours it into the wooden trough beside him. The golden beans make a satisfying rustle, flowing like a stream of gold into the groove and rolling into the underground granary. The gradually overflowing sound makes this wrinkled man smile, his eyes squinting, and his mouth unconsciously curling up.
"Maple Horn Beans" are one of the last crops that can be harvested in the southern area in autumn. With this batch of thoroughly dried beans entering the warehouse, the year's hard work has yielded its result.
Another winter where people won't starve—if luck is on his side, and nearby factories offer extra jobs, this winter, not only will it not cause starvation, but his family might even have meat to eat a few times a week.
