It has to be said that politics is the fastest-growing profession. In just over a year, lighter has gone from a middle-aged young man who is almost inexperienced in the world to a very wise politician. His speed is simply flying up on a rocket.

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

Because he is a shameless politician, he also needs companions. No matter how brave a person is, he will die miserably in the end, because this is no longer the world that can be controlled by force alone.

Ye Yuze and Yang Geyong are not only brave, but also sincere to their friends. They are rich and beautiful, so they are not as powerful as they are. He will have no worries in his life if he has such strong support.

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

Lighter gave a special order to die in this matter, that is, these women in the tribe are not allowed to look for other men, and they will be killed if they are disobedient!

I don’t know if there is something wrong with Yang Geyong’s genes, but more than a dozen boys are all boys. I have to admit that the genetic genes of black people are strong, and all have small briquettes with fair skin color, or because my mother is not too dark.

Yang Geyong was a little regretful about this, but soon he didn't care. Because he had been among black people for a long time, he became more and more akin to the aliens.

Comrade Lao Zhao crawled out of the thatched hut, and a woman was cooking for him. He was used to being served these days.

Seeing the woman boiling a pot of boiling water and then putting cornmeal into it, Lao Zhao quickly walked over to stop her.

I found a pottery basin, poured the cornmeal in, then poured boiling water into it little by little, then added some milk and a little sugar.

Lao Zhao couldn't find the pan, so he had to start pasting pancakes on the black people's barbecue. He had eaten enough that Sima, and it was sticky and couldn't swallow it.

I need to cover the pancakes, but unfortunately, where did the lid of this stone slab come from? Lao Zhao finally had an idea and buckled the closed basin on the stone slab.

The woman watched Lao Zhao cook, her eyes were bright. She was not old, she looked like she was seventeen or eighteen years old. But Lao Zhao knew that this girl was only fifteen years old.

People here develop early, and little girls of twelve or thirteen sometimes look like big girls.

When you have the staple food, you naturally have to make some thin. Chinese breakfasts are never free from soup.

The cornmeal porridge was very good, so Lao Zhao continued to tinker with it. He also cut some cucumbers and dunked them with salt, and then added some chili.

Xi Dehe came out of the thatched hut and saw Lao Zhao cooking there. Then he scooped water from the bucket and started washing.

He ran over last night and was scared. It turned out that when he woke up, he found two girls crawling into his bed and hugging him in the middle, one left and one right.

Where did Xi Dehe go through this formation? If this is in the Military Reclamation City, it would be a gangster crime and could be arrested and sentenced.

Although he has no choice but to do anything, he can't afford to lose that person. He can kill himself without being sentenced!

If you have difficulties, the biggest official here is naturally Lao Zhao. The two of them are not far away, both outside the outskirts of Marseille, so Xi Dehe ran over to confess his crimes.

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

Lao Zhao said it was very easy 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 distractions and helped her cover her body with cloth.

The rice was cooked and the women ate very sweetly. The people in the village also began to get up one after another. I wonder what the orange cakes that Lao Zhao and the others ate were.

The woman named "Flower" who cooked for Lao Zhao patiently explained to everyone, and broke the cakes and gave them a little to everyone to taste.

Some people like it, while others obviously don’t like it. After all, they have grown up eating Western Malaysia for generations, and each ethnic group has its own eating habits.

After the flower quickly finished eating, she began to teach those people to make pancakes. Xi Dehe couldn't help but praise: "This flower is so smart."

Lao Zhao smiled: "I am going to recognize her as my daughter. The one in the family is so disobedient. How obedient is this?"

Xi Dehe nodded: "My family is the same, but I don't have a son, so I want to recognize a son. Pass all my skills to him."

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

Xi Dehe raised his head proudly: "Logistics! How many people need food quality? I can basically know at a glance.

There is also food storage and daily maintenance. It is really a science to store food on such a hot day."

Only then did Lao Zhao remember that Xi Dehe, who had been the chief officer for so many years, was really his strength.

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

No household will have food for more than half a month, so naturally there is no need to deliberately preserve it. Because you can finish it before it gets worse.

But now it is different. For example, around Marseille City, there are places where Yang Geyong and others developed it first. Now there is a bumper harvest every season. Apart from what is sold, many people are wasted mainly due to poor storage.

People here do not buy food during the rainy season, because there is food everywhere, and you can collect a lot of it after going out.

Therefore, the grain grown in the rainy season can only be stored and sold in the dry season. However, it is rainy in the rainy season, and grain storage is a huge problem.

The main reason is that the one thatched huts in rural Africa cannot guarantee that they will not leak, let alone food. Basically, they just throw them there, find some leaves and thatch to cover them, and then let them go.

If you talk about Buddhism, although Africans do not believe in Buddhism, they are definitely a race that brings Buddhism to the extreme.

Xi Dehe, who had worked for the logistics of his life, saw this key point at a glance. The soil here is fertile and he can only grow corn. The temperature is too high, so wheat cannot survive.

The high yield of corn requires even more storage. The grain in the rainy season must be stored and sold in the dry season.

As a teacher, Lao Zhao naturally heard 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 discussed this issue carefully and rigorously. Finally, a relatively safe plan was determined.

After the matter was discussed, we had to start moving, so granaries were built in all rural areas of Mala District.

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