Reborn South Africa as a police officer

Chapter 728 Different Standards

Phoenix Town in the afternoon was unusually quiet. There was neither the hustle and bustle of Pretoria nor the desolation of Bloemfontein. Occasionally, someone would speed by on a motorcycle, which would always attract loud curses from women on both sides of the street.

"There seems to be no one here. Are there people living in the houses here?" Louis Botha was a little surprised. The situation in Phoenix Town was completely different from the towns in Orange.

In Louis Botta’s impression, a town with a thriving population must be filled with the smell of fireworks, and the ground must be overflowing with sewage. There should be children chasing and chasing wild dogs in the town, and all the wild dogs are fat. Strong, the tavern is full of people 24 hours a day.

There are no taverns in Fenghuang Town. The streets are so clean that there seems to be no dust. There are no clothes to dry in the houses on both sides of the road. There are not even wild dogs or cats. Occasionally people walk by in a hurry on the street, as if they don’t pay attention at all. To the warm sun and cool breeze.

"No one is normal, Nyasaland has the best public education in Southern Africa, 90.00% school age children are enrolled [-], the kids should be in school now, the school bus will bring them back only on weekends, as for Adults, they should all work on the farm, and only rest on weekends.” Carlos knew the situation, Nyasaland University is not an ivory tower, and each major has an internship period when graduating.

"Only a robot can do it." Swift clearly didn't believe it.

Louis Botha also had doubts in his eyes, not only about the enrollment rate, according to Louis Botha's understanding of Nyasaland, Nyasaland's farms are basically owned by Rock, so the Chinese in Phoenix Town They are all workers of Nyasaland Agricultural Company, and workers generally do not have such enthusiasm for labor.

"They are not robots. If you know their life in Qing Dynasty, you will know why they work so hard. They don't want to go back to the old life. Just give them a glimmer of hope, and they will try their best to give you the greatest reward." Carlos has personal experience, and Swift may not understand.

Before the demise of the country established by the Boers, the Boers were also colonists in southern Africa, and countless Africans were enslaved by the Boers. Therefore, the word "effort" did not exist in the Boers' dictionary. When the Boer country existed, even Being a farmer in the most remote areas, you don't need to work hard to live a leisurely life.

Relatively speaking, after the Chinese in the Qing Dynasty came to southern Africa, they really worked hard all the time. Nyasaland once set a record of one man with four horses reclaiming [-] acres of land in one day. Myth, even if you give the Boers a tractor, they can't do it.

The state farm in Nyasaland is not actually a state farm in the strict sense.

Specifically, the farms in Nyasaland are all contracted by the Nyasaland Agricultural Company to the Chinese in Nyasaland. The agricultural company will provide farmers with free tools, seeds, fertilizers, and technology in the first year of contracting the land. Guidance, and stipulate the types of crops to be planted on the farm, and then purchase them at a fixed price, and all the money obtained from selling the crops will belong to the farmer.

In Nyasaland, on average, each farmer can lease at least 50 acres of land from the Nyasaland Agricultural Company. The cost of leasing land is very low. One hundred acres only costs about ten rands a year. No, but as the income of the Nyasaland State Government. For this alone, the Nyasaland State Government can obtain an annual income of about [-] rand, which greatly eases the financial pressure of the Nyasaland State Government.

It should be known that the main income of the Nyasaland government is corporate taxation, and agricultural taxation only accounts for a small part, so the Nyasaland government has the ability to establish compulsory education covering the whole state.

And free medical care, possibly the first of its kind in the world.

"Find a place for lunch first." Luis Botha felt a little hungry at this time, and no lunch was provided on the train.

There is only one hotel including a restaurant in Fenghuang Town. The signboard of the hotel is in Chinese characters, which Louis Botha does not recognize.

When he walked into the restaurant, the menu was still in Chinese characters, which made Louis Botha unbearable.

"This is still southern Africa, why are these square characters everywhere?" Swift was also very dissatisfied.

"Chinese is the official language of Nyasaland." Carlos was so proud of this issue that he didn't notice Swift's disrespect for Chinese: "Not only in Nyasaland, but in the Transvaal Like Rhodesia and Bechuanaland, Chinese is also the official language."

When the federal government was first formed, only English and Boolean were listed as official languages ​​in Southern Africa.

Specific to the states, at that time only the Transvaal and Nyasaland used Chinese as the official language. This did not conflict with the Southern African Constitution. It was the decision of the Transvaal and Nyasaland governments, and the federal government had no right to interfere.

With the increasing number of Chinese in southern Africa, Rhodesia and Bechuanaland have successively adopted Chinese as the official language. So far, among the ten states in southern Africa, four states have adopted Chinese as the official language and Chinese as the federal language. The voice of the official language of the government is also getting louder.

"Well, I have no objection to the fact that Chinese is the official language of Nyasaland, but at least English and Boer should be used on the menu, right?" Swift dared not question the status of Chinese in Nyasaland, This might set fire to himself.

"Do you want to order?" The boss was impatient and couldn't even speak English. If Carlos was not present, the meal would have been difficult.

"Wait a moment—" Carlos said politely.

"Hey—why isn't there Boolean on this?" Swift asked the store owner directly.

"What is Boolean?" Although Carlos translated, the shop owner was still at a loss.

"Boer—the common language of the federal government—" Carlos explained with great difficulty, and it took a long time for the store owner to understand what a common language is.

"What does that have to do with us in Nyasaland?" The shop owner had a lot of questions, and he was really not looking for faults, he really didn't understand.

"Since your restaurant is opened in southern Africa, you should abide by the regulations of southern Africa." Louis Botha patiently explained that he would not turn his face because of this.

"You are in Nyasaland now, you should abide by our Nyasaland regulations!" The shop owner was stubborn.

"Asshole!" Swift snapped.

"You are the third level of bastards - get out, I don't do your business, leave my shop!" It's amazing, the boss of the swearing shop can understand it immediately.

And it's not just verbally pushing people away, the shop owner came back behind the counter and actually took out a shotgun that was extremely powerful at close range.

"stop!"

"Put the gun down!"

"Are you crazy?" Everyone, including Luis Botha, turned pale with fright. At such a close distance, if the store owner shoots, it is impossible to avoid it.

"Wife, blow the police whistle!" The store owner yelled, holding the gun in a standard posture, pushing and loading the bullet at the first time, and hiding behind the counter very carefully.

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The back kitchen immediately remembered the sharp police whistle.

Fenghuang Town, which was originally quiet and peaceful, suddenly boiled, as if countless footsteps were rushing over from all directions, everyone was carrying a shotgun in their hands, and some people actually led hunting dogs.

"what happened?"

Seeing the sheriff in plain clothes wearing a police badge, Carlos finally saw reinforcements.

"Sir, we are staff members of the Ministry of Agriculture. This is the Minister of Agriculture, Mr. Luis Botha." Carlos revealed his identity as soon as he came up, knowing that it would not be peaceful to come to Nyasaland this time, but he did not expect to come so soon forced to expose.

"Minister—who is the higher official than our lord?" The magistrate with a swollen face didn't look like a good citizen either.

"It's all the same——" Carlos didn't know whether to laugh or cry. In detail, it seemed that Louis Botha was a bigger official, and Roque was just a deputy minister.

"Old Liang, that bastard scolded me and didn't let me write our name on the menu." The shop owner was full of the wisdom of ordinary people at this time.

"No, no, just a reminder. Of course, Chinese characters can be written on the menu, but English and Boolean should also be written." Carlos corrected that the use of Chinese characters is not allowed in Nyasaland. I am afraid that the minister will not be able to do anything.

"Misunderstanding, it's all broken up, everyone put down their guns, it's okay, it's just a little misunderstanding—" Lao Liang calmed down, and if this matter got bigger, it seemed that everyone would look bad.

At least Louis Botha's complexion is very ugly now.

"Sorry, Mr. Minister, Lao Sun has just arrived in Nyasaland not long ago, and he still doesn't know our rules here—" Lao Liang made a fool of a young man beside him, and the young man left immediately.

Luis Botha didn't say anything, even if he stopped him, he couldn't stop the report.

"Get some food, where's the mayor here?" Louis Botha wasn't in the mood to argue with the shop owner, and even if Roque came forward to this matter, Roque probably wouldn't punish the shop owner.

Rock guards are famous in southern Africa.

"Mr. Minister, the mayor is going to pick up people in Little Rock City, and he will probably be back tomorrow." Lao Liang smiled, but that's all, he didn't bend his waist much, and he obviously didn't have much respect for the minister: "Old Sun, go quickly Get something to eat, so what, sir, should our ministers avoid it? Lao Sun is from Sichuan and Sichuan, and the dishes he cooks are very spicy, one bite can lighten his stomach—”

"Let's put less chili—" Carlos couldn't laugh or cry, and was really speechless to this familiar sheriff.

However, Carlos still underestimated the meaning of "less peppers" in Sichuan cuisine. When the dishes were served, he looked at the pieces of meat hidden in the red plate of peppers. Carlos, Luis Botha, and Swift Are dumbfounded.

"Not much, not spicy, not spicy at all!" Lao Sun still vowed, completely ignoring Carlos and his green faces.

Not really spicy for Sichuan cuisine.

(End of this chapter)