Tulin stretched out his hands, gesturing: "With a big scythe, swish, swish, swish, you can cut down a large area in no time. The men cut the grass, the women use rakes to gather it into piles. Everyone dresses up like it's a holiday, with floral skirts and white clothes, all dressed up. Sometimes, when we can't finish in one day, we spend the night on the meadow, singing, dancing, and heading home the next day with our big carts."
Tulin's voice grew smaller and eventually stopped inexplicably.
The Cavalry who had just asked the question listened intently, letting out a long sigh: "I hope the Civil Guard Officer can let us go home soon. You Dusans need to cut grass, and we 'Bumpkins' also need to harvest crops."
Beside him, another Cavalry of Dusack origin also sighed, worryingly saying: "Yeah, at home there's just the old folks and the women left, we don't even know if there's enough grass cut this year. Can the farm work be managed at all?"
