Others farm and make money, I farm and raise men.
I picked up an unconscious "sick man" on the way.
He came home with me, fed me, wiped me, and told me stories every day, which started my farming and pampering mode.
Until one day, a group of men in black came to his door. They all knelt in front of him and shouted, "His Royal Highness."
The hoe in my hand fell to the ground with a clang.
But he held my hand and smiled innocently: "Madam, I seem... To have hidden something little from you."
Me: You seem to be hiding something big!
What about farming together as promised? But you secretly made money!
