The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

When the international situation is turbulent, the leisurely days are always short. When the seeds buried deep in the ground quietly germinate, Hal, wearing a bomber jacket, came to the Kent Farm again.

Bruce opened the door, and seeing the expression on Hal's face, he knew that he must bring good news.

As soon as Hal saw Bruce, he immediately stepped forward and shook hands with him vigorously, and then hugged him again. Hal patted Bruce's arm vigorously and said, "Bruce, thank you very much this time."

"Come in, it seems that you have good news to tell."

Hal was a little hesitant, he looked inside, and Clark came out to welcome him, he stretched out his hand and opened the door wider and said, "The spring plowing is coming to an end, my parents are going to the town to return the rented equipment, because there are Too many petty items to sort out, they'll be in town for three days, and we're the only ones here now."

Hal's eyes fell on Diana's face again, Bruce also looked back at Diana, and said, "She is our own for the time being, or she and you are also our own."

"You mean her..." Hal made a flying gesture with his hands, Bruce nodded and said, "You probably don't know, but Oliver must know that Amazon women have special abilities, and Diana participated in it twice. World War."

Hal was still a little skeptical, but after a while, he still walked in and said, "Since it's your guarantee, it's okay to let her join. Don't blame me for being too suspicious, after all, the matter is very important."

As soon as Hal entered the room, he could smell the aroma of rice. Clark pointed to the kitchen. Diana was washing her hands. Clark said, "There is only one person here who is not very good at cooking. I won't tell you, but you should know."

Bruce rolled his eyes, walked to the dining table and sat down, but Hal raised his eyebrows in surprise and said, "You actually admitted it like that. It seems that your mental illness has indeed improved a lot. If in the past, you You have to learn a hundred and eighty dishes to prove that you are no worse than them."

Soon, Diana came out of the kitchen, and said proudly with her hands on her hips, "I made two Amazon specialties, which will definitely make your tongues delicious."

Clark was wearing gloves, and brought out a basin-like bowl with a whole fish in it. He put the dish down, clapped his hands and said, "I don't know how this compares to Martha's secret grilled fish, But I think it's pretty good."

"In your opinion, it should be incomparable. There is no dish in this world that can compare to mother's taste." Diana shrugged and smiled.

Hal looked at the fish in the pot, but was stunned. He subconsciously said, "Baked first and then steamed. Why is this a bit like my father's way of handling fish? Westerners generally don't do this with fish, do they?"

Hal immediately picked up the fork, and he held out a hand and said, "Sorry, I'll have a taste first."

After finishing speaking, he inserted a piece of fish into his mouth. Diana frowned slightly, as if she felt that his behavior was a bit rude, but soon Hal showed a shocked expression and looked at Diana Say, "Did you know a pilot named Steve Trevor?"

When she heard that name, Diana's face changed. After a while, she suddenly realized, looked Hal up and down and said, "What's your last name, Jordan? Are you Jordan's son or nephew?"

"If the Jordan you're talking about is Martin Jordan, then yes, I'm his son." Hal nodded.

Diana immediately walked to the dining table anxiously and asked, "Is he alright?"

"He's fine, everything's fine except he's getting old and has a little problem."

Seeing Clark's bewildered expression, Hal said, "My dad is also a pilot. He once told me about World War II. At that time, he had an officer who was also his comrade-in-arms, named Steve T. Raffle."

"Once, they had a major accident in the air, Steve saved him, otherwise he would have died, but then, they transferred to different departments, my father used some methods, but did not contact Shi Tiff, for all these years, he has been trying to repay his life-saving grace."

"But it's a pity that he is just an ordinary pilot. There is no room for advancement, and he has no connections. During the war, everyone can only protect themselves. My father didn't have the energy to look for it. But after the war, we were separated, so we couldn't get in touch. He can only take a group photo to miss his old comrades every day."

After finishing speaking, Hal took another look at Diana's young and beautiful face, touched his chin and said, "Are you Steve's daughter? But you don't look alike, I've seen his photos, or you Is it his other relatives?"

Diana lowered her head and took a deep breath, then shook her head slightly. Bruce pulled Hal's arm, but Hal was still a little unresponsive.

"Is he all right?" Hal asked.

"He has passed away." Diana blinked lightly and said, then her lips were drawn into a line, she turned her back to several people, and said in a somewhat complicated tone: "That was a long time ago thing."

The atmosphere in the room became a little silent, and just as Clark was about to speak, Hal rushed ahead of him and said: "When my father missed Steve, he would often say that he was a man with 'big love' , I don't quite understand what is called great love, but I know that he is a good person."

"He actually risked his life to save my father. The Jordan family will never forget this kindness. No matter what, someone will always remember Steve Trevor."

Diana finally couldn't hold back any longer, her eye sockets turned a little red, Clark stepped forward to hug her, and patted her on the back lightly.

After a while, the always strong princess finally recovered a bit. When everyone sat down at the dining table again, their relationship with each other was pulled in. They not only shared secrets, but also shared emotions. They confirmed that they were in the same group and there were no outsiders here.

"I'm here this time to tell you a piece of good news. Although you should see it in the news in a few days, I think we should tell you the results of Oliver's hard work as soon as possible."

Hal cleared his throat and said, "We won the battle west of Guadalajara, Jalisco State. We occupied about 200 square miles of land in the Ameca River basin and repelled the enemy who had been entrenched there. The drug lord group has completely taken back more than 7 acres of high-quality arable land from them."

"How much?!" Clark stood up from the chair in shock.

"7 acres! High-quality arable land!"

Clark gasped, and Diana looked at him and asked, "How big is Kent Farm?"

"About 3000 acres."

Diana also gasped, and Clark raised his voice and said, "Wait a minute, Hal, I want to make sure that it's high-quality cultivated land, not the total area, right?"

Hal nodded, and Clark's eyes almost popped out. He said: "The 3000 acres of the Kent Farm include forest land, water veins, roads, warehouses, etc. that cannot be cultivated, as well as a large area of ​​housing land. Although the Kent Farm is called a farm, we are actually a multi-industry complex integrating agriculture, animal husbandry and forestry, not just arable land.”

"Moreover, not all arable land can be called high-quality arable land. Judging from the land standards of large American farms, Kent Farm has at most 1000 acres of high-quality arable land, and 1/3 of these high-quality arable land is in rotation. That is to say, the actual output of high-quality cultivated land is only more than 700 mu."

Clark maintained a shocked expression, sat down slowly and said, "And now, they have 7 acres of high-quality arable land, my God!"

Hal sighed and said: "But in fact, this number is not too much, it can even be said to be a bit small, because the Ameca River Basin is close to the central and western part of Mexico, and it is the radiation area of ​​Guadalajara. The cultivated land there Conditions are not as good as in the North West.”

"Mexico has a lot of arable land, with superior natural conditions and a lot of high-quality arable land, but most of the high-quality arable land is concentrated in the northwest bordering the United States, where the terrain is flat, the agricultural history is long, and large-scale mechanized agriculture is mostly carried out."

"That is to say, the place you occupy is not a plain?" Diana asked.

"No, the area we occupy is also a plain, and there are still rich water veins, but the reason why it has been occupied by drug lords for a long time is also a problem left over from history."

"Is it the Mexican government's problem?" Clark asked, frowning.

Hal showed a dumbfounding expression on his face. He glanced at several people and said, "You must think that the government is to blame for the bad situation in Mexico, but that's not the case."

"You should know that Mexico's agriculture has had a glorious period for a long time, and it is known as a model of agricultural development in third world countries."

"From the 10s to the 20s, Mexico began to carry out large-scale land reforms, confiscating all the land of large manor owners and large ranchers, and distributing them to farmers. At the same time, villages were established with 20 households as units, also known as cooperative farms, and the cultivated land was allocated to individuals. , and other production lands are collectively owned.”

"From 1940, the Mexican government began to develop the Northwest by constructing water conservancy to solve irrigation conditions. The agricultural output in the Northwest increased rapidly, and the central and southern regions also benefited from various agricultural policy subsidies."

Clark slowly widened his eyes, but Diana, who majored in history, stroked her chin as if remembering something and said: "I seem to remember it, it's really like this, I remember learning it when I was studying agricultural history, Mexico is one of the few countries in the world that has explored collective ownership.”

"In this case, how did they become like this now?" Clark asked.

"The problem lies in the process of industrialization." Hal took a deep breath and sighed, "The success in agriculture has made the Mexican government feel that it can speed up the pace of industrialization."

"Mexico wants to transform into an industrialized country, but their method is wrong, and the pace is too fast. In addition, the previous agricultural reform did not solve the fundamental problems. It has become completely rigid until now."

"For the sake of the industrialization process, the Mexican government has given up many agricultural policy preferences. In less than 30 years, the proportion of agricultural output value to the total output value has dropped from 15% to about 7%. This is a direct cut in half, which will bring Needless to say, what catastrophic consequences will come."

Clark opened his mouth, and the expression on his face changed several times, as if he felt that the ending was a bit too ridiculous, but Bruce saw it more thoroughly, and he said directly: "The wrong example of the United States."

Bruce picked up a piece of fish with a fork and put it on the plate. While cutting, he said: "The whole world wants to reproduce the glory of the United States, and wants to walk on a golden road, but there is no gold on this road, only a mouthful of sand."

Hal nodded and said: "It is not acceptable to apply mechanically. The development route of complete industrialization is a waste of Mexico's superior natural conditions and the achievements of previous reforms and development."

"Too hasty reforms have plunged the people into chaos. They don't know whether they should stick to their fields or follow the wave of industrialization. This chaos gives the criminal industry an opportunity."

"But because of the failure of transformation, the sharp internal conflicts, and the outbreak of the economic crisis caused by wrong decision-making, the Mexican government is even less able to fight crime. As a result, the country has slipped step by step to where it is today."

Diana said with a sigh: "We should not deny the significance of exploration just because of failure, let alone ignore the suffering of the people in this land. Drug crime is the enemy of the whole world."

Hal nodded vigorously approvingly, glanced at the eyes of several people again, pinched his fingers and said hesitantly: "I still have a mission this time, and that is to seek help from you. It's a trouble that can't be solved, and it's a big trouble."

"What's the trouble?"

"We don't know how to farm!"