"Yes, Wheat is more important. Okay, here is what we do." He spoke as he turned to face her, pointing out the way he usually walks to the woods, a small clearing not far from the house or inn without being to close to Mark's feild. "That will be a good place. I need to go find a shovel or a handle for the axe head to break up the soil." He was trying to keep his frustrations from showing but he was worried there was no other way.

"I know. You right. Okay, instead, do you have a cow?" He knew she had many animals? "Maybe we can make cheap plow.... Maybe this work quicker."