It's really not that the shopkeeper and the sheriff are in cahoots, and Carlos, a standard Chinese, doesn't know what the standard of "spicy" or "not spicy" in Sichuan cuisine is, and after eating this meal, Louis Botha finally understands why Roque and Xiao Si take the chef with them wherever they go.

Walking out of the restaurant, the sheriff followed Louis Botha in a ghostly manner, saying that he wanted to protect the minister's safety, and the actual purpose was not to say that everyone knew it.

Louis Botha is also not provocative, and at this time Louis Botha finally understands that it is almost impossible to have a private visit to Nyasaland, and he will be treated as a criminal suspect every minute.

Then just go back to the hotel and sleep, and make up for your energy first.

The next morning, when Louis Botha came to the restaurant, he was not surprised to see Roque.

"Minister Botha, long time no see." Roque is lukewarm and routine.

"Good morning, Lord Locke—" Louis Botha was also indecently addressed.

Roque didn't care, and beckoned the frightened shopkeeper to serve breakfast to Louis Botha.

At this time, the owner of the shop was very attentive, in sharp contrast with yesterday's evil shape, and breakfast was finally normal, with a hearty combination of Chinese and Western omelettes, bacon, fried dough sticks, and soy milk.

"Eat lightly for breakfast, be careful of blood pressure and cholesterol, and still have to be temperate when you are old—" Roque couldn't help but remind Louis Botha when he saw him feasting.

Not a mockery!

Louis Botha didn't care about Roque, just bacon, yesterday I ate meat and ate a shadow, the roast duck eggs were not bad, the salty and moderately red oil, Louis Botha tried a mouthful of fritters and gave up, but the soy milk drank three bowls in a row.

"Lao Zhang, look at what you've mistreated our minister—" Roque couldn't help but tease.

"Sun, Sun Monkey's grandson-" The shopkeeper was so happy to see the back molars, and the small shop with few customers on weekdays actually came to two ministers, which is also a lifetime series, the kind that can blow for a lifetime.

"Sir, you can't blame Lao Sun, we don't know that the minister can't eat chili peppers—" Lao Liang had the courage to interject.

Roque couldn't help but laugh, Louis Botha is actually less than fifty now, considering the average life expectancy at this age, fifty is indeed an old man, but he is still a young man in the political field.

Fortunately, both Roque and Lao Liang used Chinese, which Louis Botha couldn't understand, but Louis Botha immediately watched Carlos.

Carlos could only put down the fritters in his hand and began to translate.

"Eat, eat, how do you feel like you're fleeing." Roque was still talking cool things.

"Shut up, you Nyasaland are unkind to strangers—" Louis Botha finally fought back.

"We in Nyasaland have always been friends with good wine, and enemies with shotguns." Roque is proud, but unfortunately Louis Botha doesn't understand this stalk, so he has a very good feeling about the cow playing the piano.

"Do you have wine or shotguns for me?" Louis Botha was so angry that he threw away his chopsticks, and it is estimated that he will probably not use them.

"That's up to you." Roque has a very casual attitude, in fact, Louis Botha is also a very good person, but it is a pity that Louis Botha and Roque also have responsibilities that must be carried, Roque is to expand the living space for the Chinese, and Louis Botha is to expand the living space for the Boers.

At the end of the Boer War, the total population of the Boers was 400,000, the largest race in southern Africa, and the total population of the Chinese at that time was less than 100,000, but in the 1908 census, the total population of the Boers was 710,000, and the total population of the Chinese had reached 830,000.

Putting aside the accuracy of the figure of 830,000, there must be far more than 830,000 Chinese in southern Africa now, more than 830,000 Chinese in Nyasaland, and more than 2 million in the Transvaal, Rhodesia, and Bechuana.

Now Nyasaland is still trying every means to immigrate frantically, and even does not hesitate to start a war for this, the total number of Chinese in southern Africa is still increasing rapidly, and now whites have become a minority in southern Africa, but at this time, no one dares to let Nyasaland stop immigration.

The essence of democracy is that the minority obeys the majority.

Louis Botha suddenly felt that the roast duck eggs in his hand were not fragrant.

Let's focus on the national farms in Nyasaland.

When he arrived at the National Farm, Louis Botha's mood was even heavier.

The mayor who went to pick up people in Little Rock came back, and on paper, it was only two families, but each family had a dozen people, four or five minor children, plus two or three half-sized children, and the middle-aged couple with weathered faces still had the restraint of a new arrival, but their eyes exuded a desire for the future.

Every family in Nyasaland now has to rent only 10 acres of land from the state farm.

This figure seemed unreasonable to Louis Botha, ten acres was indeed a little less, and it was not at all enough for the Boers.

"Less? If there is more, I am afraid that these people will be exhausted to death, and even if they are not tired, the livestock can be exhausted to death. Roque doesn't explain that the Chinese use the land in a completely different way than the Boers.

Specifically, the Chinese farming is really "planting", the Boers are completely random stocking, these two ways can not say which is good, farming is indeed tired, stocking is very easy, but the final result is huge.

What impressed Louis Botha was the vegetable fields around Phoenix, which were reserved for the residents of Phoenix, and every family had them, and whatever farm they planted, they all became vegetable plots.

"Why do you want to start a national farm? Not at all necessary. Roque really didn't understand why Louis Botha insisted on establishing a national farm, and there was no problem of enthusiasm for Chinese farming.

"It's not necessary for you." Louis Botha did not want to discuss it.

There is no harm in comparison, and if you don't know how the Chinese farm, Louis Botha doesn't think there is a problem with the way the Boers ran their farms in the past.

But when there are Chinese-run farms to make a comparison, the problem immediately arises.

A farm of the same size, which can't feed even a cow in Orange, can support a family in Nyasaland, considering the size of Nyasaland and Orange—

This gap simply made Louis Botha desperate.

"Locke, Orange needs your help." If it were possible, Louis Botha really didn't want to say that.

"How can I help? Help Orange get a loan from the RAND Bank? You're welcome Roque, the whole of southern Africa, even Bechuana, can now achieve fiscal balance, but Orange still needs financial support from the federal government.

The federal government is also very unhappy about this, but Orange's financial situation is indeed very difficult, the Cape has Kimberley diamonds, the Transvaal has the gold mines of Johannesburg, and even Bechuana has the financial backing of the Rand Bank, but Orange has nothing.

The largest source of revenue for the Orange state government is financial assistance from the federal government, taxes are almost negligible in Orange, the little income from the sale of cattle and sheep by farmers is difficult to support themselves, and big capitalists such as Roque and Xiaosi do not invest in Orange, and the farms bought by Bechuana Agricultural Company would rather be left undeveloped, and there is not even a decent enterprise in the whole of Orange, and the Rand Bank will not lend to the Rand Bank.

"Loans won't solve the problem, and Orange farmers need to learn the way you Chinese run their farms." Louis Botha finally admitted that the Boers were indeed inferior to the Chinese in agriculture.

"It's hard, Luis, the Chinese way of running a farm is very hard, are you sure that the farmers in Orange are willing to learn?" Roque is not a mockery, if the Boers were willing to be diligent, they could run the farm well, but on the issue of "diligence", people understand it differently.

The diligence of the Chinese refers to the kind of work that works all day long throughout the year, so there are endless vegetables and eggs to eat, so there is spare money to buy motorcycles.

The Boer diligence probably meant opening the door of the barn every morning, letting the shepherd dogs drive the cattle and sheep to the meadow, and then the day's work was over.

These are two very different ways of life, which is why Orange's finances have always been difficult.

"There will always be people who are willing to learn—" Louis Botha admits that most Boers do have a problematic attitude towards work, but this can be guided, not all Chinese are all year round, and there must be some Boers who are motivated.

"Luis, the farm in Johannesburg has been growing alfalfa since 10 years ago, and I haven't seen the farm in Orange learn to grow it until now." Roque is welcome, there are also bankrupt and dismal Chinese-run farms, but compared to the Boers, the vast majority of Chinese-run farms are running well, and there are too many problems with Boer-run farms.

It was about ten years ago that Roque bought a large amount of land in Johannesburg and sold it to Chinese miners in Johannesburg, thus starting the migration of Chinese to southern Africa.

Most of the miners who bought farms today have brought their families, relatives and even neighbours to southern Africa, and most of the current students at the University of Nyasaland are from the Transvaal, and most of them are the children of farmers, who are the first beneficiaries of immigration.

The Transvaal is next to Orange, and there is only a river between Kronstad and Wilkham, so it can be said that the Boers are watching how the Chinese farmers on the other side of the river are running the farm step by step.

Now the river between Kronstad and Wilkham is two different worlds on both sides, on one side of the river is the smell of chickens and dogs, and on the other side of the river is poverty and people's livelihood.

This really made Louis Botha unacceptable.