Chapter 7: Wasteland Lessons
On the hillside east of Fontdmer Town.
The howling cold wind slipped through Thane’s collar and into his chest, making his already cold heart even icier.
"This is supposed to be farmland?"
Thane couldn’t help but let out a shocked question.
Looking out, the pale yellow earth was choked with weeds, with grass roots poking up everywhere.
If it weren’t for the broken scarecrow standing ahead, this would look like complete wasteland!
Thane frowned and bent down to grab a handful of yellow soil. His palm was full of clumped dirt that crumbled into fine powder when squeezed.
"What a damn waste of good land!"
You didn’t need a degree in agriculture—Thane could see at a glance this was soil depletion from years of no fertilizer and no crop rotation.
Forget the weeds—the soil was starting to turn into concrete, which wasn’t just about fertility anymore. Keep this up and even letting it sit unused wouldn’t bring it back to its original state.
These people were really something—lazy and clueless.