Swift had not yet realized that he had made a mistake to the point where he was about to be sent back to Orange, and his brain was now in a state of euphoria under the influence of alcohol, so he was not so resolute in carrying out Louis Botha's orders.

In fact, including Louis Botha and Carlos, they don't think it's a big deal to touch their butts, after all, in places like bars, there are people who drink too much and too much, and in the bars of Orange, let alone touch their butts, they proclaim everything in public in a remote corner.

But in Nyasaland, since the law says so, Louis Botha has nothing to say, and Roque did not deliberately target Swift, or he is not angry.

As Louis Botha's chief of guard, Swift's force value is still good, and the three of them can't hold it.

However, this scene is indeed a bit humiliating, when Carlos and the other two security guards try to take Swift away, there is a circle of security guards around Roque and Xiao Si watching the excitement, and some people are eager to help.

The security personnel around Roque and Xiao Si are very easy to distinguish, although they are both in the same black suits, but most of the guards around Roque are Chinese, most of the security personnel around Xiao Si are white, Roque's people also wear the badge of Viscount Nyasaland on their necklines, and Xiao Si's people wear the logo of the South African company.

Louis Botha keenly noticed that the faces of the Chinese security personnel present were very ugly.

"Let go of me, you yellow monkey—" Swift didn't scold the other two Boers, only Carlos, and scolded so badly that it was no wonder people didn't give a good face.

"Enough Swift, watch who you are—" Carlos was calm, his clothes already torn and his hair a little messy.

Graduates of the University of Nyasaland are really not good at wrestling.

"It's all your fault, yellow monkey, just wait, I'll make you look good-" Swift suddenly punched Carlos in the face.

Carlos fell in response.

"Shut up!" Louis Botha couldn't bear it anymore, and looked at Swift with a complicated look.

If nothing else, Louis Botha really had nothing to say about his men.

At the end of the Boer War, Louis Botha took out his property and divided it among the Boer families whose families died in the Boer War, and after serving as Minister of Agriculture and Governor of Orange, Louis Botha also often helped Boer families who were living in difficulty, and he even adopted two helpless Boer orphans, which were not for show, and the newspapers in Orange did not even publicize them.

Louis Botha is equally strict with the people around him, but being strict does not mean that he will not make mistakes, some people are just a handful of mud, no matter how muddy they are, they can't stick to the wall.

When Swift saw Louis Botha, he immediately stopped struggling, his expression and eyes glazed.

"Send him back to his room, and when he's sober, back to Orange." Louis Botha didn't look at Swift, walked quickly to Carlos's side, and helped Carlos up on his knees.

"Thank you, Minister, I'm fine—" Carlos struggled to his feet with his arm around Louis Botha, looking at him with a look of gratitude.

"Swift is drunk, I took him to apologize to you, I'm sorry." Louis Botha's eyes were full of guilt.

Swift, who was leaving, heard this, and there was a clear stagnation under his feet, and then as if he had been pulled out of his backbone, his back looked decadent and gloomy.

At the door of the room not far away, both Roque and Xiao Si saw this scene, and the expressions on their faces were a little complicated.

In the evening Carlos returned to his room, and Louis Botha came back to visit.

At this time, Carlos had already applied ointment to his face, and Carlos was still holding a hard-boiled egg and massaging it on his face.

"This is our remedy — a folk way of dealing with it — " Carlos thought for a long time before finding a suitable translation.

"Sit, let's talk, how do you feel?" Louis Botha looked tired, and put the red wine he brought on the coffee table next to the sofa.

"Thank you, Minister, I'm fine." Carlos was not in the line of fire with a minor injury.

"Don't blame Swift, his father and three brothers were all killed in the war ten years ago, and the youngest brother died in Dordrecht, when Lord Locke was still working for the Cape Town Police and was involved in the fighting in Dordrecht." Louis Botha took the initiative to explain that there was no hatred for no reason.

"I don't blame him, he's quite pitiful-" Carlos had to endure even if he was unwilling at this time, and Louis Botha took the initiative to explain, without saying that he didn't know the times.

It is indeed pitiful, although Swift's salary is not low, but because there are too many people to support, Swift's life is also a little embarrassing, perhaps the war has left too many shadows on Swift, the war has been over for ten years, but Swift has not yet started a family.

Many retired Boer members are in this state of life, Swift has a better financial situation because he has a job, and those former Boer members who are not working are really miserable, and the proportion of alcoholism, gambling, and crime is very high.

"How did you feel during this time?" Louis Botha doesn't dwell on this issue, people always have to look forward.

"There are a lot of difficulties, our situation is different from Nyasaland, the land in Nyasaland is Lord Locke's, Lord Locke can dispose of it at will, the land in Orange is privately owned, unless we have a large sum of money and can buy all the land, it is difficult for the national farm to achieve." Carlos faces reality.

"It's hard to get money because not everyone is willing to sell." Luis Botha only glanced at the wine he had brought, and Carlos immediately got up to find the glass.

With this eyesight, he is much stronger than Swift.

Bringing the cup, he poured it first for Louis Botha, and then for himself, and Carlos stopped talking.

There are some things that really can't be said, and it is indeed difficult to buy a farm under the premise that private property is sacrosanct, but it depends on whom.

It was very difficult for the Orange government to buy a farm through normal channels, but the same thing was simple for Bechuana Agriculture.

Bechuana Agricultural Company hired a lot of Boer jobs, it was these Boers who came forward to negotiate with the farmer, the price was right, one was willing to buy and the other was willing to sell, of course, it was the best, if the farmer did not cooperate, then the next trouble would follow, the family was harassed was a small matter, the farm was maliciously vandalized, and even the livestock on the farm died mysteriously overnight, and the Orange Police Department did not investigate after the intervention.

The key is that the technology is not good, and there is no way to get the unconditional cooperation of the Johannesburg Medical School like the Johannesburg Police Department, so-

"This wine is produced in Cape Town, Cape Town Oak Town, know this place?" Louis Botha thought jumped a little fast.

"Yes, I haven't been." Carlos couldn't keep up.

"You Chinese are really amazing, you always have the ability to turn decay into magic, Oak Town used to be called the City of Cowards, there was a concentration camp set up by the British Expeditionary Force, and the guards were all expeditionary officers and soldiers who cowered in battle, so it was called the City of Cowards-" This was the first time that Louis Botha had a positive evaluation of the Chinese, and Carlos was very surprised.

"I've been to the City of Cowards, and now the City of Cowards is called Oak Town, and the whole town is full of oak trees inside and out, clean, tidy, orderly, thriving, and the farmland around the town is full of grapes, and there are many wineries in the town, but winemaking is not the only source of income for Oak Town, more and more people are traveling to Oak Town, and Oak Town also has the best primary and secondary schools in Cape-" When he said this, Louis Botha actually showed a rare smile: "-If you can, I really wanted the towns of Orange to be as quiet and prosperous as Oaktown, which is why I joined the Boer Coalition in the first place. ”

Carlos also smiled, although Carlos had not been to Oak Town, but Louis Botha had painted the way the Transvaal and Nyasaland had a lot.

"So the key is education, and Lord Locke said before that it will take one or two generations to bridge the gap between southern Africa and Europe, and it's the same for us, and we have to be prepared to pay the price, to give our generation, or the next generation, to fight for the opportunity for Orange's development." Louis Botha's expression became firm.

Carlos realized that Luis Botha was not here to ask for advice at all, but just to find someone to talk to.

In this way, Louis Botha is also quite pitiful, and he does not even have someone to talk to.

"Education, education is the key to development, when Lord Locke was in Cape Town, even if there was no gold mine income at that time, he was very determined to invest in educating the next generation, what we lacked was this vision, Orange has now established a basic compulsory education system, schools at all levels are the best in southern Africa, but those farmers would rather keep their children on the farms to help than send their children to school for education, which is a dereliction of duty on the part of the education department." As Louis Botha's voice grew harsh, Carlos was a little frightened.

The education department, that is Jan Smotz's territory, and Jan Smutt, like Louis Botha, is the spiritual leader of the Boers, and Louis Botha and Jan Smoltz are also best friends, so now Louis Botta means -

Carlos didn't dare to think deeply, he didn't dare to speak, and he was careful to breathe.

"Draft a document that Orange is also going to introduce compulsory education." Louis Botha finally made up his mind.

It is Carlos's job to draft the document, but how to write it has to be carefully weighed by Carlos.

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