Dodoma, Lorraine Town.
"How can you just bulldoze good farmland like that? It's such a waste. In the Far East, people would scorn you for this!"
Old African farmer Wang Weimo couldn't help but lament as he watched the land he had toiled on for decades being flattened.
"Dad, you can't cling to those old notions. East Africa is different from other places because there's plenty of land. I heard that East Africa is now the world's second largest nation. This bit of land is nothing to East Africa." Wang Weimo's eldest son, Wang Lun, tried to persuade him.
"You rascal, what do you know? Selling your ancestors' land without feeling pain. Back in the Far East... your grandparents didn't exactly starve to death, but it was close. Just because there's more crops now doesn't mean you can be wasteful! What do you mean the world's second largest nation? It doesn't lessen the value of this land." Wang Weimo lectured him angrily.
