Great Power Army Reclamation

It has to be said that politics is a profession that allows people to grow the fastest. In just over a year, Lighter has transformed from a middle-schooler with little knowledge of the world to a resourceful politician. This speed is like flying on a rocket.

But no matter how mature he is, one thing he understands is that Ye Yuze and Yang Geyong will always be friends he can rely on.

Because such a shameless politician, he also needs companions. No matter how brave a person is, he will eventually die miserably, because this is no longer a world where everything can be controlled by force alone.

Ye Yuze and Yang Geyong are not only brave, but also sincere to their friends. In addition, they are rich and handsome, so they are powerful. With such strong support, he would have no worries in his life.

It's easy to win over these two people, just be sincere and sincere. Of course, there are additional means, and that is Yang Geyong's bunch of children.

In this matter, Lighter issued a special death order, that is, these women in the tribe are not allowed to find other men, and those who disobey will be killed!

I don’t know if there is something wrong with Yang Geyong’s genes, but more than a dozen of them are boys. I have to admit that the genetic genes of black people are very strong. They all have little briquette skin color, only one is fairer, and it is because the mother is not too dark.

Yang Geyong felt a little regretful about this, but he soon didn't care. Because I have been among black people for a long time, I see myself more and more like an alien.

Comrade Zhao walked out of the thatched hut and saw a woman cooking for him. He was also used to being served by others these days.

I saw a woman boiling a pot of water and adding cornmeal into it. Lao Zhao quickly walked over and stopped her.

Find a clay pot, pour the cornmeal into it, then pour boiling water into it little by little, and then add some milk and a little sugar.

Lao Zhao looked for the pan but could not find it, so he had to start sticking pancakes on the stone slab where the black people barbecued. He had really eaten enough of that sima, it was so sticky that he couldn't swallow it.

It is necessary to cover the pot when sticking pancakes, but where did the stone slab come from? Lao Zhao finally had an idea and buckled the face-to-face basin on the stone slab.

The woman watched Lao Zhao cooking, her eyes sparkling. She is young, about seventeen or eighteen years old. But Old Zhao knew that this girl was no more than fifteen years old.

People here develop early, and little girls aged 12 or 13 sometimes look like older girls.

Now that we have the staple food, we naturally have to make some diluted ones. Chinese breakfast can never be separated from soup and water.

Cornmeal porridge is very good, Lao Zhao continued to tinker with it. And by the way, I cut some cucumbers, covered them with salt, and added some chili peppers.

Xi Dehe got out of the thatched hut and saw where Lao Zhao was cooking, then he scooped water from the bucket and started washing.

He ran here last night and was frightened. It turned out that when he woke up, he found two girls getting under his bed and hugging him on the left and right in the middle.

Where did Xi Dehe go through this formation? If this was in Junken City, he could be arrested.

Although he didn't do anything, he couldn't afford to lose that person. He could kill himself without anyone catching him!

If you have trouble finding an organization, the biggest one here is naturally Lao Zhao. The two were not far apart, both on the outskirts of Marseille, so Xi Dehe came over to confess his crimes.

After hearing this, Lao Zhao laughed loudly and told him: "Xiao Xi, don't have any ideological baggage. This is the custom here, so it is not a mistake. Just treat them as your brothers and sisters."

Lao Zhao said it very easily, because that's what he did. The woman who cooked for him slept in his thatched hut last night. After experiencing the initial panic, Lao Zhao had no distracting thoughts and helped her cover her body with a cloth.

The rice was cooked, and the woman ate it very sweetly. People in the village also began to get up one after another. When they saw the yellow and orange pancakes that Old Zhao and the others were eating, they wondered what they were.

The woman named "Hua" who cooked for Lao Zhao patiently explained to everyone, broke open the pancakes, and gave everyone a little bit to taste.

Some people like it, some people clearly don't. After all, generations have grown up eating West Malaysia, and every ethnic group has its own eating habits.

Hua quickly finished her food and began to teach those people how to make pancakes. Xi Dehe couldn't help but praise: "This flower is really smart."

Lao Zhao smiled: "I'm going to accept her as my daughter. The one at home is too disobedient. How good is this one?"

Xi Dehe nodded: "The same goes for my family, but I don't have a son, so I want to have one. I will pass on all my skills to him."

Lao Zhao looked at him strangely and asked, "What skills do you have?"

Xi Dehe raised his head proudly: "Logistics! The quality of the food, how many people need how much food? I can basically tell it at a glance.

There is also the storage and daily maintenance of food. In such a hot weather here, storing food is really a science. "

Only then did Lao Zhao remember that Xi Dehe had been the chief of staff for so many years, and this was really his strength.

The Mara District has a dry season and a rainy season for half the year, so food storage is really a big problem. In the past, people here had no habit of storing food.

No family would have enough food for more than half a month, so there was no need to save it deliberately. Because it is eaten before it goes bad.

But things are different now. For example, the area around the city of Marseille is the place where Yang Geyong and his friends first developed. Nowadays, there is a bumper harvest of food every season. Except for what is sold, a lot of people waste it. This is mainly caused by poor storage.

People here don't buy food during the rainy season, because there is food everywhere, and you can collect a lot of it just by going out.

Therefore, the food grown during the rainy season can only be stored and sold during the dry season. But the rainy season is very rainy, and food storage is a huge problem.

The main reason is that even the thatched houses in African rural areas cannot be guaranteed to be rain-proof, let alone food. Basically just throw it there, cover it with some leaves and thatch, and let nature take its course.

If we talk about Buddhism, although Africans do not believe in Buddhism, they are definitely a race of people who take Buddhism to the extreme.

Xi De and Ziran, who have worked in logistics all their lives, saw this key point at a glance. The soil here is fertile and only corn can be grown. The temperature is too high and wheat cannot survive at all.

The yield of corn is high, which requires storage even more. Food from both rainy seasons must be stored and sold in the dry season.

As a teacher, Lao Zhao naturally understood the key points in Xi Dehe's words at once. It seems that the issue of warehouses is as important as growing food.

The old guys were brought together and everyone had a careful and rigorous discussion on this issue. Finally, a relatively stable plan was determined.

After the matter was discussed, it was natural to take action, so all the rural areas in the Mara District began to build granaries.

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