There are the things that I fail to understand. In search of the ores in the mountains, I recall we need to dig underneath the soils in order to extract a compound. It is never the case here now because from what we can see, the ore is ought to be excavated. Based on my experience; from gold, silver and any other kind of substance - exhuming is the process in order to acquire such an item. The minerals are only to be plucked out of its pollen as such like a flower that resembles a dandelion-shape. The figure of the mineral has started to bloom.
"Alright, boys. Let's start mining!" instructing, as I drop my pickaxe on my hand then shifting it to a shovel.
Henceforth, we begin by disintegrating the foundation of the soil where we could sow the ores on it. The bad news is we are undermanned and as for the easy part, we can harvest in a facilitated way since the stem dwindles.
By agreement, we tend to dismantle the root first then we harvest the whole body - all of the parts of its shape. Any remnants that remain lying on the pavement will still be collected for the Ministry of Natural Resources. Queen Kehina, however, overrules the charter for therefore, any tad of the harvest ratio under a specific weight must be kept by the laborer. Whereas I assume that these two who volunteered themselves to aid me, will not have the justifications to cheat the agreed upon ratio.
"I think your proposal would be a good idea!" I decide since the appeal is great and what we have agreed upon, exclaiming in adulation, as I insert the latter statement where they also approved of the judgment of my counterproposal.
We go through the course of digging the landscape near to its roots of the minerals. Of course, before we proceed to uprooting the flower and its stem, we set a perimeter to each mineral spot that has been marked. This procedure is easier than excavating a real plant because a tree or a flower needs to preserve its root ball in order to maintain its foundation to its next location. This mineral flower, ore, only needs to be picked right away. Although it is inorganic, the quality of the mineral requires it to be taken care of.
"We mined ten sacks of this." referring to the ores we accumulated, panting, as I say.
"Yes, milord! Indeed! This is very exhausting work to be honest. I thought this would be easier than deforesting some plants and repositioning them from another nursery." as one of the cultivator answers.
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As of now, we are making some progress. Luckily, we have a wagon behind us, a horse-drawn cart given as of the provision of the Ministry of Natural Resources. The estimation will be for about a hundred sacks that we can carry but we have to expect is about a quarter of the estimation by the Ministry of Natural Resources. The concern is like I said on how we can support the quota if we don't have enough muscles to execute the task.
"Milord, I think it is presumptuous for me to say. But, how can we be able to perform this job so tedious that not even our backs could handle it?" as one of the lad gives his complaints towards the task.
"Sure sounds very menial but back-breaking. I don't have any affidavit of certification to present to you, thus, as a fellow uneducated. I presume that I view myself befittingly of this occupation." I empathize with the sentiment of the man, replying.
The question, the only question of this instruction is the issue and the deadline is unbeknownst to us. The beginning of this operation is seems so sudden, a sudden request by the Ministry of Natural Resources - themselves. The expiration of the contract is another thing. It is unknown. Uninformed.
"It is certain how erratic this is, milord. Don't 'ya approve of this, milord? They are treating us slaves as such. Like a pebble. Valueless." follows by the other man, ranting to the heights of his frustration.
It feels like a cabaret with its genre of drama surrounding us that keeps on the play… where the sad and also the gloomy vibes are affecting upon us. I mean no harm on them since I got the privilege of being a consort to the Queen Kehina… Lady Anda. Nevertheless, the labor limit is beyond what a man can do. The workforce of two wages, including my presence, is far too hectic for the range required of the work. A logical head would assign us fifteen sacks of ore on a daily margin. Fifty bags? Fifty bags is way too but a slave-caste status. I heard Kehina abolished, not too far long ago, slavery and even mortal trafficking for the sake of attracting immigrants and boosting the national tourism of this nation.
"Well, tough times resort to desperate measures. Severity sometimes breaks what we enjoyed in the past." I mutter a breath underneath my mask protector.
I have been hearing so much rantings of both of these men right now. I am tired and sick of it to be honest… hearing them - screaming, slamming, stomping, and anything else. Any analogy one can think of. Like a wildfire expanding its coverage in just a matter of minutes. Dominos, one will fall and eventually, the succeeding piece will follow suit. Just by releasing their anger towards their mistreatment. I, too, well, have had experienced it. This kind of treatment first handedly way back when I was from my toddler years to my young adulthood years.
They have cojones to blurt out all of their complaints and their anger because I was proven that I have not… neither even a single event that I spilled a bean nor I snitched someone else and have not talked to someone then lashing all out my frustrations. That's too not very gentlemanly behavior. I may not be a part of an armed force but I do know how chivalry works.