My First Long Journey to See Car
A green citrus fruit camouflaged with its green leaves ripen into golden balls; some wrinkled and round, some fair and oval while others full of scars. Below, the earth crust of the field was broken into dust particles by animals feeding on dying weeds after harvest. The cattle would be released onto field and local festival would begin. There would be a lull in storm of farming activities. People in my village would look for means to get cash for paying taxes to the government which was huge by their monetary ownership though it was minimal by urban standard. The village almost functioned independently except for salt. People would strive to make money by only means available, the golden fruit. A day before journey, the best fruit would be collected, counted and packed into bamboo baskets based on carrying strength of human or horse. The strongest man could carry ten Pon(one pon=80 pieces) which meant around 800 pieces of orange while average man could carry seven pons. An