OOC: Since discussion has died off, I'm just going to jump in...
Yohei had worked in the rice paddies outside of Wutai Village since he was a boy. The young man was the son of a farmer and his father had been the son of a farmer. So it went on back through the generations and Yohei saw nothing different for his own son once the time came for marriage and children. It was a good life.
It was warm that day as Yohei continued his work. He was the drummer, the one who kept time and led the song as the women planted the rice, bending over, putting the rice in place, backing up two steps, and then repeating. He wiped the sweat off his brow, feeling the sun on his back. Some of the young people of Yohei's hamlet said that automation in the form of machines sold by Shin-ra traveling salesmen was the answer, but Yohei sided with the elders who held that the traditional ways worked and didn't need fixing. Already too much of the old ways had been lost over the years as Shin-ra technology encroached on the Wutai way of life...