Evan stood under the shade of a towering tree in the plantation, surrounded by a group of children who were eagerly sitting on makeshift benches made from old crates and logs.
The children listened to Evan's speech attentively, almost as if they had been hypnotized.
Despite being the boss of the plantation, Evan was down-to-earth, teaching the children with genuine enthusiasm and patience.
In fact, he pitied the children, knowing that there wasn't any good school nearby.
The nearest one was 16 km away, just like the tale of the parents' generation.
"Alright, kids, let's start with some basic mathematics today," Evan began, holding up a small chalkboard. "Who can tell me how many tea leaves we need to collect to fill up one basket?"
A shy boy tentatively raised his hand. "Um, fifty leaves, sir?"
