The path toward the farming area grew quieter the farther we walked away from the center of the village, though signs of recent activity could still be seen everywhere around us through scattered farming tools, overturned baskets, and patches of freshly cleared land that the villagers had only started working on after arriving at the safe zone.
Yan Mo walked beside me calmly without speaking, his steps steady and unhurried while my own thoughts continued running through the endless list of problems the village still needed to solve.
Water had finally been secured.
Rules had already been established.
Now the next issue standing in front of us was food.
And food meant farming.
By the time the farmland fully came into view, I immediately noticed the unusual atmosphere surrounding the area.
A large group of villagers had already gathered there.
