"For this cassava, first, we have to choose a plot of land... We don't compete for good land by the river. Cassava isn't picky about the land, just find a slightly higher one, where the soil is loose, slightly sandy when you grip it... Hmm? This patch of land looks good, the soil is quite alright..."
In July, the summer sun is high. Even in the early morning, it makes one sweat all over. Nearby, the river flows quietly, with shimmering reflections on the small pools formed during the rainy season.
The old militia, Chiwaco, tied a sun-shading scarf, leaned on a digging stick, and carried a basket full of cassava stems on his back. He searched for the highlands while probing the soil. Behind him were three children with similar scarves and digging sticks: Chipawa, Dark Snake, and Didi. Following them was the Divine Revelation Priest, MeKate, who also came to help.
"Hmm... The soil is loose, and the roots of these weeds are shallow, easy to pull out..."
