It's day 99. My most powerful machine can sweep rows of my prosperous gigantic fields each day. Rocks crushing beneath the powerful engines. We can make tens of thousands of dollars in a single afternoon, while the tax man can be bribed to wait several days with just a pittance of the enormous fortune we make each day. Our ever-expanding fields yield more and more while we acquire neighbours and competitors.
Tell me, Wife. Why do we have to go?
Other families might starve, but you will never need to want anything anymore because your husband is a titan of agriculture now. Don't you see the wisdom of our Ministry that gifted the talented so that only them can be bountiful for the greater benefit of our nation?