The tale of a farmer

Once upon a time, there was a farmer who owned a small plot of land. As the land size was insufficient for him to grow everything he needed for self-subsistence, he decided to focus on one crop and use the profit from that particular crop to purchase what he needed from his neighbours.

Although he did not declare it to his family or his neighbours, the farmer made a handsome windfall every summer at harvest time. So out of the revenue he collected, he spent 40% on his family, feeding his wife, and his children. The farmer had a compassionate streak in him, so he always left aside 11% of his revenue to feed the cows, goats, chicken, cats, dogs or any stray animals that set foot on his land. Being an avid supporter of chaptek, he would allocate 12% of his money on the sport, not just to stay healthy but to promote interaction and bonding with his neighbours.

Despite his wealth, the farmer was getting old on age. He had only one son, whom he deemed as neither strong nor bright. He tried to impart his skills of cultivation to the son, but the son's efforts did not seem to please him. Afraid that his land would eventually become fallow in the hands of the son, he decided to jump on the bandwagon and turn to hiring labour. He started putting up notices to attract aspiring young men to work on his farm. However, the most eligible ones were also the most ambitious ones, and the size of the farmer's land was just too small to satisfy their appetite.

Then the farmer came out with a brilliant idea: perhaps I need to re-brand my land so that it becomes an attractive place to live, work and play. Perhaps I need to re-position my farm as one of the most happening farm to work in. So he decided to hold a two-week long party, showcasing his humble abode and the hospitality of his family. He spent almost 20% of the money from his annual harvest to hold the party. He built new huts to accommodate the guests, refurnished his house, earmarked certain parts of his home for guests only, and got his children to put up performances to keep the guests entertained.

So the party arrived, the excitment lingered for two weeks, and the congregation of young men from faraway provinces dispersed as quickly as it assembled.

The farmer waited for a month, but still, there were no suitable applicants. The party just didn't reduce the appetite of hungry young men. Because all they wanted to do was to have a good time and leave when the party is over. Nonetheless, the farmer is a very positive man, always exploring new solutions. So he thinks to himself again, how about holding a horse racing competition? I can even do it at night! perhaps this would really add to the excitment and vibrancy of my farm...

and so the story continues.