She thought it was amazing how a shaker machine shook the hell out of the trees, making all the fruits fall to the ground. Then, another truck swept up the fruits and gathered them. After that, Taylor took her to the processing plant, where the magic happened.
Serena happened to be there to inspect the recent collection of nuts.
“This is amazing! I thought the barn I saw from the house was the only structure,” Charlie commented as she watched the work happen with the plant’s second-floor viewing area. “How big is the farm?”
“The Carrington Nut Plantation is over four thousand acres, Charlie,” Serena answered. “And it already covers the two of our large-scale processing plants. We supply directly, distribute to global markets, and even provide for major brands. As you can see, Charlie, we’re far more than just a nut farm.”
“I can see that,” Charlie noted while observing the workers within the processing plant sorting out the nuts.
“Um, if you don’t mind me asking, how much income does the plantation generate?” Charlie asked hesitantly. “I don’t mean to be nosey, but I’m just curious.”
“It’s all right,” Serena chuckled, glancing at Taylor before adding, “It may not compare to your family’s business, but the farm generates over a billion dollars in revenue yearly. Almonds account for the largest share of our earnings.”
“Wow! That’s amazing,” Charlie remarked. “But with how much this farm brings, why is the governor still in politics?”
“Gramps likes serving the people. To him, it’s his passion,” Taylor said, leaning forward in the railings of the viewing area. “And thirty percent of his votes are workers here. The people have hopes and expectations that they feel only grandpa can provide.”
“Many local residents support preservation, which is also what the farm needs. However, some politicians push for urbanization because it brings quick profits. Redfield, along with Luxford and its neighboring towns, has so much more to offer beyond just development,” Serena explained. “Fortunately, Dad’s position as governor helps maintain preservation efforts. Of course, his influence also makes things like permits much easier to secure.”
Charlie did not know why, but she ended up crying. Taylor hugged her on one side, asking, “Why are you crying, Babe?”
“I think it’s just wonderful. It would be such a shame to take down all those trees outside,” Charlie muttered.
“Oh, I don’t blame Charlie, Taylor. I cry for the trees too,” Serena admitted, laughing.
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