The harvest was in full swing in the Rothschild estate’s Mare village.


    Galeo, like the others, was focused on reaping the wheat with a large sickle.


    With his right hand gripping the lower part of the sickle’s handle and his left hand slightly higher on the handle, he swung the sickle in a semicircular motion, using his arms and waist.@@@@


    Each time the sickle moved, the wheat fell in clumps.


    A fallow field for one year, a spring planting field, and a fall planting field.


    It was common knowledge that the land needed to be left fallow for one year every three years.


    ‘If you don’t leave the field fallow on time, your crops fail. That’s common sense.’


    When they were told to break this obvious truth, everyone was understandably anxious.


    Though farming seems like something anyone can do year after year, it’s not that simple.


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