At the break of dawn, farmer Bolu Ti carried a basket on his back and a sickle in his hand as he headed to the fields.

Today, he decided to harvest the wheat early. Two relatives were coming over at noon, and he wouldn't have time to spare then, having to entertain them with all sorts of trivial matters. He needed to finish his morning work first.

During wartime, the price of wheat was very low. Farmers could only sell their grain to the empire, or else they would be charged with treason.

Two days ago, a Sand Lizard had rushed into the field and eaten a lot of wheat.

The officer with the Sand Lizard even said that the wheat in the field had lured the lizard in, and he suspected that illegal fertilizer had been used. In the end, Bolu Ti had to compensate the soldier with a bag of wheat.

But there was nothing he could do about it. As a farmer, what could he do? He could only hope that the heavens would help, allowing the wheat to grow more and heavier to cope with various disasters.

Bolu Ti walked all the way to the field, only to find it empty.@@novelbin@@

Where was the wheat? Where was the wheat?

The golden wheat that should have been there had vanished, not even leaving behind the stalks.

He closed his eyes tightly and then opened them.

The scene before him remained unchanged.

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