My Husband is a King
Arshville Plantation Center
"Include, Your Majesty, I am Mr. Edmund. Head of the plantation center," said a man who approached the entourage of King Gerald.
"Greetings to you, Your Majesty." Mr. Edmund bowed his body.
"Your respect is accepted. You take care of this farm?" ask His Majesty.
"Yes, Your Majesty."
"Master, can I ask you something?" eliana asked Mr. Edmund.
"Please, Miss," replied the man in the thick mustache.
"What plants are planted in this plantation center?" Eliana started asking questions to satisfy her curiosity.
"A lot, Miss. There are about 50 kinds of fruits, 100 kinds of vegetables, and the main palawijas are grown in this garden" replied Mr. Edmund proudly.
"Main palawija? Anything?" Only this time there is a main term. Usually, all palawija is also needed, depending on the usefulness of each. Therefore, Eliana felt strange about the term.
"The main trade is a type of commodity that is expected to experience price increases in the harvest. Therefore, the center of this plantation is made with ideal conditions as possible for the palawija to grow and produce abundant yields at harvest time later," explained Mr. Edmund.
"Oooh, that. So, farmers will plant commodities as planned. What if field conditions are not possible, Mr Edmund?" ask Eliana again.
"As I have explained, Miss. That the local government will inject funds to optimize the situation, in order to continue to grow the desired plants." Mr. Edmund answered again.
"Optimization of that state, yes, is like regulating the temperature and humidity according to what is needed by the plant. Provides additional artificial sunlight when the day is overcast. Adjust the degree of soil acidity, also regulate nutrient content such as the need for macro and micro elements needed by plants. Everything is deliberately arranged in such a way, in order to meet the ideal conditions for the plant to grow and thrive. Isn't that right, Mr Edmund?" Eliana answered the question of the king representing lord Edmund.
Mr. Edmund nodded, then completed it. "That's right, Miss. Until they can give abundant results, when our country is short of these commodities certainly." Mr. Edmund explains at length.
"So how will society sell all its crops, if most of the capital is from the government?" ask King Gerald again.
Mr. Edmund was suddenly lethargic for this one King's Majesty's question.
"Mr Edmund?" call Eliana because the thick-moustached man suddenly lowered the curve of his lips.
"Miss, Your Majesty the King. The people got nothing from their crops. The local government only paid workers to farmers. This is done on the grounds that all the needs of farming have been met by the government, so the farmers only receive tired wages equivalent to labor salaries," replied Mr. Edmund while opening his hat and showing his plontos head.
"Why don't farmers grow on their own land?" Eliana looked really furious this time.
"Our land is not there, Miss. Where should we plant everything? Our land was bought by force by the government, then made the central land of this plantation" said Mr. Edmund. This time his eyes circled around the mango orchard, which may have been his former estate.
"So you can't grow crops anymore?" ask the king again.
Mr. Edmund nodded.