Chapter 139
Chapter 139
Agricultural reform! ?
When the news got out.
99% of people in Bwanda are ecstatic!
But according to the “law of conservation of energy”, if someone is happy, someone must be sad.
“It’s all land that our ancestors worked hard to save. Why should we give it to those untouchables? They don’t have land entirely because they don’t work hard. It has nothing to do with the fact that they were born as serfs!”
Bwanda landowners are having a hard time.
“We also have guns in our hands, what are we afraid of!”
Those militants were really supported by the landlords.
but……
The landowner who said this was immediately identified as having cerebral palsy by other landowners and kicked out of the “group chat”.
“If you want to die, don’t take us with you!”
How strong is the Buginian army?
The landowners couldn’t help but feel chills running down their spines when they thought of the Bwanda army that was defeated in less than a day and the militants who were slaughtered like pigs.
If they were people from the 21st century in their previous life.
Then they will definitely protest: “Damn it, does anyone still manage the Blue Star server? How can such an outrageous player come out in our African matching region? There must be a bug! Where is the customer service? We need to complaint!”
Therefore, except for a few landowners with missing brain stems, most landowners did not dare to resist at all.
“It seems that the only option is to be like those landowners in Canal, sell their land to the government, and then go to Western countries to become a capitalist who can only drink red wine, smoke cigars, sleep with actresses… and wait to die!”
Just when the landowners were dreaming about how they would live in a dream and die in the future.
“You still fucking want to go to Western countries? Go down and say hello to Satan!”
After being 100% sure that these landowners are the real supporters behind the militants.
The Burkinian government kindly took back its iron fist and, together with the new Burunda government, directly gave them love with a caliber of 7.62mm.
Gently cracked the sleeping foreheads of the landowners.
Officials from the Ministry of Agriculture even cried with joy: “Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo………we, it’s not easy. The bullets that were unsaleable in Ghana last time are finally selling now!”
“Speaking of which, since they are all gone, we shouldn’t have to pay them to buy their land, right? Forget it, who are we to be kind? Let’s burn one trillion hell coins for each of them, just treat it as It’s money to buy land.”
“Who told you to burn something with a face value of 10 billion?”
“Burn them a piece of paper with a face value of one hundred billion, and let them divide it among themselves down below!”
…
Landowners and farmers in Bwanda.
Everyone “welcomes” the government’s iron fist.
Time is also passing quietly, like a river flowing into the sea, gone forever.
“Crash-”
The calendar on the table turns pages one after another.
in a blink.
It was already early September.
Autumn has arrived when the first leaves turn yellow and fall.
Since most of Burkina’s cultivated land is allocated to farmers between April and May, rice is planted very late.
“call–”
When the autumn wind blows from the earth with a hint of coolness.
The clusters of rice covered with rice ears instantly resembled patches of golden ocean, swaying in waves.
The smell of harvest fills the air!
“Cut the rice——”
Since being colonized by France a hundred years ago, these words of joy have finally resounded in the land of Burkina.
Instead of——
“Snapped–”
The crack of a whip.
And the supervisor’s angry curse: “You bunch of untouchables, if you don’t want to be beaten to death, hurry up and pick cotton for me!”
…
Dugagu, Presidential Palace.
“President, according to statistics from our Ministry of Agriculture as of May 31 this year, a total of 24 million acres of Burkina’s original 48 million acres of cultivated land have been converted to rice.
Coupled with the fact that we imported a large amount of chemical fertilizers and pesticides from the United States, the yield of rice per acre has been greatly improved on the original basis.
According to the data collected by the Ministry of Agriculture during this period of random inspections across the country, the average rice yield per mu is 490 kilograms.
Therefore, our Ministry of Agriculture estimates that the total rice production this year will be around 5.88 million tons, far exceeding our original estimate of 3 million tons, which can meet the annual food consumption of more than 58 million people.
If Bwanda is included, our current population in Burkina is 92 million. Before next year’s grain harvest, we only need to import another 3.4 million tons of grain.
After the grain harvest next year,According to current data, our Republic of Burkina can not only fully meet the food consumption of a population of 92 million, but can even export it! ”
Amelie, the Minister of Agriculture, had nothing but joy on her face.
It had never occurred to her before.
During her lifetime, she could actually see a day when Burkina, where tens of thousands of people starved to death every year, had a self-sufficiency rate in staple food exceeding 100%.
Of course, this is without counting Ganal and Bwanda.
Sankara was also happy.
Apart from being happy that the people of Buginia are no longer hungry.
Sankara was happier, or relieved.
is the change in support on the data panel.
When Ghana was first annexed at the end of April, the national support rate was 73.7%. By the end of August, the support rate slowly rose to 89.4%.
Wait until early September,
Perhaps it was because the farmers embraced their own ears of rice for the first time, and the joy and excitement in their hearts overflowed and turned into support for Sankara.
The approval rate jumped directly from 89.4% to 93.7%!
It can be said that nothing makes Sankara more excited and gratified than this.
Because this shows that everything he has done is known and seen by the people of Burkina. They don’t know how to repay, so they have to turn to support Sankara!
Sankara felt that he was full of motivation, and he wanted to lie down at his desk immediately and deal with official duties all night long.
…
French Fourth Republic.
Paris,
Alice Palace.
During the grain harvest in Burkina.
French President André also received his “good harvest.”
The presidential election is over!
(PS: In the fictional world, the election time has been changed!)
André ultimately defeated all his opponents with an approval rating of 57.4%, and was successfully re-elected as the next French president.
Andre took a break from the presidential election.
I finally have the time to start dealing with other things!
“What’s going on? It’s already September! Why hasn’t Burkina withdrawn its troops from Bwanda? Do they really want them to annex Bwanda?
Your Ministry of Foreign Affairs, and your General Administration of External Security, what do you guys do for food? Are you just watching? ”
Andre was furious.
At the same time, he also started his traditional performing arts.
“???”
The French Minister of Foreign Affairs and the Director of France’s General Directorate for External Security, who were scolded, were very confused and very unhappy.
They wanted to say: “Isn’t all this happening now because of an old guy like you? Who said that Bwanda was annexed? So what? Why is the responsibility now thrown on us?”
Unfortunately Andrei has now won the election.
So they could only continue to be submissive and did not dare to complain.
Andre didn’t care what they thought, and directly ordered: “North Africa is our French North Africa, not their Burginian North Africa. So what if they have the support of the Soviet Union behind them?
France is also a permanent member of the United Nations Security Council!
I don’t care what method you use, I just want to see one result now, that is, Buginia withdraws its troops from Bwanda, and then Bwanda returns to our French control! ”
As soon as he finished speaking,
Andre quickly added:
“By the way, all means except war!”
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