New day in the farm

 fic.

Pigs, men were all pigs.

Urmila was tired. She got up four in the morning, worked in the farm till 9, took the produce to the market, with the money bought supplies and carefully managed the expenditure for the house, and back to work at farm in the evenings. Through her hard work, they were at three thousand quails, two thousand chicken, two dozen cows and some land for seasonal vegetables. Now she was in talk with another local farm to start three houses for mushroom. Mushroom was easy to grow, didn't need too much land and the market was hot for the vegetable. Everyone wanted to try a new kind of mushroom.

Her husband, he was the problem. He wanted to take all the credit for it, that drunkard fat man. HE talked of the farm like he was the manager, to someone who didn't know she was a mere worker for him, he was the properieter owner and hardworker in there. Where in reality he barely contributed to the chores, he spent his day drinking and playing cards with his buddies, squandering away whatever money he'd find in the house. He had come so low as to ask his children for money, money that she gave them as pocket money to spend on lunch and for their own expenses. She had threatened to push him into the Bungmati if he did it again, there were no more complaints about that. But now she had to be more careful with putting the money away from him, he'd take anything he found.

She was  stressed out. THe project was going to be a big one, it could triple their income in three years. That would mean the kids could go to better schools, she could start saving money for a nice house instead of living in the middle of a temporary structure in their farm, they could travel like their more well-off relatives. And they could expand their land. The lease for the nearby farms had run out, they lay fallow, the owners had offered her at a low rate, she didn't have enough money. More chicken, more pigs, she'd get a couple of dozen goats too. And for Dashain she'd buy maybe a few hundred of those animals, sell them marked up during the festivals, that'd be enough money to pay for a few years of the extra lease. With the extra income coming, she'd hire more workers, expand the processing facility and grow organic. The big department store needed a reliable supplier for vegetables, she was not big enough to make it into their order books, but a guaranteed order from someone like that would mean she could take loan from the bank to go even bigger. Her own meat processing plant! She would grow her own grass plants, hatch her own eggs, breed her own pigs and goats. In ten years she could grow to become one of the bigger farmers around, if things went according to the plan. Her husband was the problem.

He didn't want her to. She was talking to too many people, not spending enough time, he felt like a loser, his friends were making fun of him that his wife was out ruling the world and he was a nobody, he said. Lets stay like this, you should spend more time with me, in the hosue do the chores, he said. She shouted at him. I already do the chores you good for nothing lazy piece of shit, what have you helped in the hosue, I cook every morning and evening, send the children to school, clean everything and manage the finances. Where do you think all that fat in your stomach comes from. From tomorrow you can't be lazy like this anymore. If you want me to do anything then you have to help me, otherwise you have no say. Do I need to come to your friends and scold them too, she threatened him. He got quiet.

The next morning he showed up at the farm at seven in the morning.