Literature

Seeds

Seeds

Farmer Lee woke up before dawn, just like always.

The air was cool, but that was expected. Though winters full bite had waned, spring was not yet here. Things would start growing soon, and that meant much, but one specific need was foremost in Lee's mind: It was time to plant the seeds.

He had been born on this farm, had grown up on it, had lived his whole life on it. He would likely die on this farm, and that was fine. It was a good farm, had been in his family for generations. That there was no one to whom Lee could pass the farm was no concern. It wouldnt go to waste. It would either be divided up amongst his neighbors, or reassigned and a new family would start a farming dynasty here.

Though he lived in the green lands between the Outer and Inner Walls, Lee's farm was still technically in Ba Sing Se, and there was oversight for everything. Even the farms that fed the people.

Especially the farms the farms that fed the people.

As Lee ate his cold breakfast,