Chapter 293: The Mountain Farmers in Spring Plowing, the Observing Canine Descendants

The cool breeze swept through the treetops, the pines and cypresses sprouted new branches, and the grass grew lush, thick enough to conceal one's figure. In early June, the seasonal rains arrived on schedule, causing the smoke from slash-and-burn clearing to rise and then extinguish, leaving only a blackened residue of ashes behind.

On a field of ashes, thousands of Otomi mountain people were engrossed in tilling the soil. Large swathes of farmland had already been sown. To guard against raids by the Canine Descendants, the able-bodied all carried stone-tipped Long Spears on their backs, and some had long slings at their waists. On a nearby small hill, there was a small unit, 20 Otomi Warriors. The warriors wore grey-blue Cotton Armor, carried War Clubs on their backs, and around their necks hung Bone Whistles for sounding alarms. They looked to the north with caution, glancing occasionally at the mountain people hard at work and then at the vibrant fields.