A month had quickly passed, and the harvest in Green Field was drawing to a close.
The farmers, who had been busy in the fields, could finally take a breather, wipe the sweat from their faces, and take a bath in the river, their faces brimming with joy.
It was an unquestionable bountiful harvest; the granary was filled with grains, and the surplus carrots could only be stored temporarily in Ireya's cellar.
Among them, Li Yu and his subordinate lizard people reaped the greatest harvest.
Just a year ago, those lizard people were still barbarians who consumed raw flesh and blood in the marshes, a nightmare for surrounding villages, not even knowing how to wield a hoe.
It was only after they were inspired by Saturday (at least that's what the lizard people always insisted), bravely stepping out of the swamp and leaving their homeland that sustained them.
