Warrior Lake stretches eighty li north to south and over forty li east to west; it is a Great Lake capable of irrigating hundreds of li of fertile land. The blazing summer sun radiates growth-enabling rays, making both the fields and farmland lush and verdant, with weeds and crops growing haphazardly together.
"What a pity!... Such good land, yet not carefully tended... The weeds are as tall as the crops!…"
The longship anchored by Warrior Lake, finding a camp of the Bosalos, and rested there for a night. The old militia couldn't stay idle, wandering outside the camp to the fields, examining the land that had been planted two months prior, and couldn't help but shake his head and sigh.
"Fools! Fools! Truly a bunch of wooden-headed fools…"
