World Crown had fallen, but the island was still called World Crown. Many had died, yet some people were still struggling to live.
Under the sun, the fields near the docks that should have been planted with rye were dotted with neat spots of green—the branches of banana plants.
Wearing a large sun hat that could cover her whole body, Donna worked diligently in the fields. As an experienced farmer, tending to a new crop came naturally to her. Even so, she paid the utmost attention to the young sprouts that had just emerged from the soil, taking care not to slack off on watering or fertilizing.
These seeds had all been sent by Shanshan, and their survival was a matter of life and death.
Moreover, the new Governor of World Crown had declared that a good harvest would not only bring rewards but also an opportunity to manage other farmers. A poor harvest or, worse, a total crop failure, would lead to punishment or even slavery, with no chance of ever turning one's life around.
