Chapter 235: , Production self-help

Now that everyone has reached a consensus, France and Britain have reached a peace agreement in Amsterdam.
"I know that our French friends and the British have reached a peace agreement, which has caused some of our comrades to waver, and some comrades are worried whether we have been betrayed by our French friends. Because the British claimed that according to the agreement, the French People are no longer allowed to sell us military weapons. However, my colleagues, the new ships that arrived today and the new cargo they sent us can prove that this is a complete rumor. Okay, come and see us. Something new."
The soldiers gathered around Joyce and looked at the wooden boxes beside him. None of these wooden crates have been opened yet, and the contents cannot be seen, except for a large line on the outside: "Agricultural supplies."
Below this line of big letters, there is another line of smaller bold letters that read: "Efficient Farmland Bird Repellent".
"'Efficient bird repellent'? What is this thing?" a soldier asked.
"The crowbar is over there, can you just open it and see by yourself?" Joyce waved his hand.
So the soldier picked up the crowbar and pried open the crate. As usual, the crate is covered with a layer of oiled paper; when the oiled paper is opened, it is the shavings used for buffering; when the shavings are opened, it is a long strip wrapped in oilcloth. This thing is so familiar to everyone that before you have time to unwrap the tarp, you will know what it is.
"This thing is a'high-efficiency farmland bird repellent'?" The soldier had already taken out the rifle from the tarpaulin bag and took a glance at it.
"This thing is used to repel birds. The effect is really good." Another soldier smiled. "John, there are ten little birds on a tree. You shot one of them, and the tree still There are a few birds left."
"Damn it! I'm not a stupid boy," John said, and put the gun back into the tarpaulin bag.
"And this, what is this thing?" Another soldier pointed to another box. The box said: "Efficient Farmland Boar Destroyer."
"Open it!" someone said.
"Don't worry, let's make a bet on a pack of seized British tobacco. I guess there is a broadsword in it, is there any objection?" squad leader Oha yelled first.
"Oha, you still have it here? How many good things did you hide?"
"Some speak, but no poor ghosts go!" Oha said with disdain.
"Oha, how much do you have? I bet you. I use the French brandy from my collection." Joyce said suddenly.
"Huh? Teacher... Teacher, you can't cheat me, I managed to save these things..." Seeing Joyce speak, Oha immediately realized that he might have made a mistake and said quickly.
"Master, don't believe him, Oha, the bad guy, used the banner of sharing yesterday, and dropped my last bit of tobacco. Now he has it again..."
"That is, where did he save it by himself, he saves it entirely by eating ours and drinking ours."
Joyce also laughed hahaha: "Oha, you still take out your pack of tobacco leaves obediently, um, I also take out the bottle of brandy, and let everyone share it together. Isn’t that wonderful? Thing?"
So everyone booed together, and Joyce was very generous to let the brandy out. Amid the noise of everyone, Oha also had to take out his pack of tobacco leaves.
"Master, what do you mean by this'efficient farm wild boar expeller"?" At this time, someone finally returned to the original question.
"How do I know, I haven't opened it yet." Joyce said, "But I guess it should be ordinary landmines. Because there are two similar-looking boxes over there, and they are also written as wild boar destroyers. But and This one is different. The "wild boar" on the one is plural. I guess it is the broadsword mine inside."
"Open and see, open and see." Everyone said one after another.
So the box with the singular form of "wild boar" opened, and it turned out to be an ordinary mine that could only blow up a pig's hoof; and the box with the plural form of "wild boar" opened, and it was full of broad swords. just……
"Master, you see, the words on this are different." A warrior picked up a broadsword and shouted to Joyce.
"Let me see..." Joyce looked over the broadsword mine and saw that on the front of the mine, a line like this was printed: "This faces the pig!"
"Comrades, everyone has seen that it is a rumor that the French sold us. If you believe this, then it will really become something that should be blown up by this thing." Joyce laughed.
"Master, if this is the case, why do French comrades want to truce with the British, and also suggest that we also temporarily truce with the British?" someone asked.
"Because whether it is the British, the French comrades, or us, we all need a good repair. You should know that the French comrades overthrew their domestic tyrants and established a republic. For this reason, under the leadership of the British, all The feudal tyrants of Europe have united and waged war on our French comrades, wanting to turn France into a kingdom ruled by tyrants again.
But our French comrades defeated them. After several years of war, all the feudal kings who had fought against France were defeated one by one. But on the French side, the scale of the war is much larger than on our side, and the loss of French comrades is also not small. You see, this year we have been anti-sweeping, on the contrary, for several months, the time for planting potatoes is almost running out. The French comrades have been fighting against encirclement and suppression for several years. Everyone is not an iron fight. Everyone has to take a breath. "
After hearing this, everyone nodded together, and together imagined how difficult the life of the French comrades would be after several years of encirclement and suppression. They all agree that French comrades should take a breather.
"Tell us again. The British are vicious. These years, they have not come out when they are planting potatoes, or when they are about to harvest potatoes. What are they for? Isn't it just to prevent us from planting potatoes well, so as to starve us? When planting potatoes this year, the British came again. Although we have driven them out of the base area, this year’s potato planting has been delayed a lot. If the British come to make trouble when harvesting, Our life is not easy.
Then talk about the British. In this sweep, we killed more Brits than any other time. They are also afraid of death. The reason why they dare to keep sweeping us is because they think they can block our sea routes and starve us to death? A few days ago, at sea, our French comrades fought a battle with the British and broke through the British blockade. They knew that we couldn't block us anymore, they had lost a lot of battles elsewhere, and they were just as out of breath, so they had to stop and catch their breath.
Comrades, this is why we, the French comrades, and the damned British all need a truce. The current truce is not an end, but a rest in between. Everyone is taking advantage of this rest, wanting to breathe this breath first, and then kill the one who hasn't breathed.
So, comrades, a truce is not a rest. We can’t feel that it’s a truce, so we can breathe a sigh of relief and go to bed. President Russell said that we must hurry up and resume production so that we can grow more potatoes and make our warehouses full of potatoes, which will last a year or two. In that way, even if the British take that breath and come back to carry out a cleanup, we will not be afraid of them.
However, comrades, many of the potatoes we planted this year have been destroyed by Englishmen and black dogs. Even if it is replanted now, the harvest will not be unaffected. If we follow the past method, we will certainly not be able to harvest potatoes on one mu of land this year compared to normal times. We are breathing like this, but we can't breathe easily. Comrades, we have to think about it and let this breath take off. We not only want to redeem the losses caused by the British and those black dogs, we also have to strive for a bumper harvest. In this way, we can catch our breath first, get stronger and stronger, and finally defeat the British and achieve national independence. "
"Master, what do you say!"
"Yes, yes, what do you say, teacher, we will do."
The soldiers said one after another.
Seeing everyone's enthusiasm, Joyce boarded a crate of "efficient farmland boar eviction devices" and said to everyone: "Comrades from the Federation are mobilizing the people to replant crops in every village. Recover the losses as much as possible. Also, open up more wasteland, expand the planting area, manage more fields, weeding frequently, and take care of them frequently. Don't let mice, rabbits, and so on. Our potatoes. Strive to make up for the loss.
Comrades, the local comrades have worked very hard, and our fellow villagers have also worked very hard. They are now sleeping in the potato fields day and night, working the farm. We can't just look at it, right? Therefore, President Russell asked me, ‘After the military training, do the comrades of our division still have the strength to do it by themselves and plant some potatoes, which will also relieve the local comrades and our fellow villagers. "You said, how did I answer? "
"Master, what do you say?" the soldiers asked one after another.
"What do I say? Can I still persuade me at this time? Of course I said: "President, our soldiers and I used to grow potatoes. Potatoes are what we do. If it wasn't for the dog said The British guy, who wants to fight all day long without planting potatoes? This is okay. Because the young men in our teacher are the best farmers in the first place. When it comes to planting potatoes, no one in the world can compare to our teacher. Just wait and see, we can not only grow enough potatoes for ourselves, but also support the Second Division!'
The chairman said: ‘The Second Division also said that they are definitely better than us in farming, and they will support us when the time comes. "You said, can we let the Second Division support us? We have to let them know, why we are the first division and they are the second division. You say, right! "