The price of red hot chilli peppers

This afternoon we ended up in the fields. At the bushes with the small hot peppers and small aubergines.

We saw villagers without rice fields, cultivating their small piece of land.

The men said: We do the hard work. Irrigation, fertilisation, stuff that needs muscles. Each man worked on their own land, owned or rented.
Sometimes you could hear one man shout and all men would laugh. So it must have been funny.

The women did the picking.

Always in a group. Together, no matter whose land it is. You could hardly hear them whisper. The gossip. The problems. Their small hot peppers yielded less than 3000 rupiah a kilo this week.

You see the man in the red trouser? He is also a construction worker. They all have side jobs.
But competition in construction is big. Too many young men, not enough jobs, he said with a smile.

He is already 52. ​​Or maybe 54. Who knows?

What he knows is: he has two childs and three grandchildren. And one day they will take care of him.