City

After a moment of post-ictal stupor, the farmer found his voice again, "Sir, that's difficult."

"Man, I know you are under-paid, and you do not have enough people to work for you," the landlord tapped on the farmer's shoulder, "I shall give you all money you need to run the farm and hire more people."

"Sir, it's not a problem of money or how hardworking we are. The nature dictates that wheat is grown yearly and we could only harvest once every 12 months." The farmer said, "Of course, you can double the yield if you agree to pay for a huge sum to buy another piece of land, but that's beyond the point. My humble opinion is, Sir, there are just too many people from the city!"

"You may be right, but the Mayor is schizophrenic at the moment," the landlord continued with his expressionless tone, "On one hand he doesn't want to see too many people in the city - he has his own business here and is making big money. Newcomers will make the competition fierce. On the other hand, the Mayor is repeatedly accused by the public that he should delay no more and loosen up the regulation of immigration into the city so as to meet the need of industrial revolution!"