As the sky lightened, Frost Leaf Town was already buzzing with activity.
Otto led the farmers in moving iron plows out of the Blacksmith Shop, assembling them with ease and without any guidance.
"Unbelievable, last year we had only six plows by the end of spring plowing."
The tall and strong farmer marveled, "But this year we have sixty plows before we even start!"
"Well, there are many things you never expected."
The middle-aged farmer beside him snorted softly,
"Last year, you never imagined you would weigh 173 pounds, and you never imagined you'd become the group leader, leading ten people to work."
"Alright, enough chatter."
Otto's unemotional voice interrupted the farmer leader's conversation,
"Plowing group, today's target workload for each group is twenty acres."
"Clearing group, target workload is four acres."
Otto questioned loudly, "Can you complete it?"
"Yes, we can!"
The farmers and leaders responded in unison, their voices full of strength.
