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 sunshine, the fields near the docks, where rye should have been planted, were dotted with neat spots of green—the branches of banana plants.
Wearing a large sun hat that could cover her whole body, Donna diligently worked in the fields.
As an experienced farmer, tending to a new crop was something she handled with ease.
Even so, she still paid close attention to the young sprouts that had just emerged from the soil, being careful not to slack off on watering or fertilizing.
These seeds had all been sent by Shanshan, and whether they could survive 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, on the other hand, could lead to punishment or even slavery, with no chance of redemption.
