Crossing A Small Country And Developing GDP To The First Place

The night is getting darker.

The whole world seemed to be quiet.

Dougagu, with its backward infrastructure and already short of electricity, was in darkness, with only a few lights on in the presidential palace and presidential office.

“call–”

After finishing most of his official duties, Sankara put down the pen in his hand, exhaled a breath, and then turned his attention to the document that Amélie had just sent over.

“After reading this pile of documents, it’s almost time to go to sleep.”

Sankara said to himself while moving the pile of documents that he had temporarily placed beside him in front of him.

“Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock—”

At this time, the clock on the wall pointed to 10:15 pm.

Half an hour later.

“???”

After reading some of the documents for the first time, Sankara almost doubted his life.

“There are a total of 48 million acres of land in the country, of which irrigated cultivated land accounts for nearly half. As a result, the national main grain output last year was only 1.2 million tons!? You don’t deserve to be so fucking hungry. dead?”

This is the first time that Sankara has spoken dirty words in so long since he came to this world.

Because he couldn’t believe this data was true!

The Republic of Burkina currently has a population of more than 22 million. Even if one person only consumes 200 kilograms of the most basic grain a year, it will require at least 2.2 million tons of grain.

Last year, the Republic of Burkina’s main grain imports were only 280,000 tons. When combined with last year’s main grain production, it was only 1.48 million tons, leaving a food gap rate of nearly 32.7%.

In other words, nearly 7.2 million people across the country have no staple food to eat! ?

And this is only a preliminary calculation through mathematics. If you take into account the actual situation, such as the need to use food to feed livestock, such as the extravagance and waste of high-ranking officials and wealthy people…if you include these.

This number may be even more serious. Even if the final result is that more than 10 million people cannot eat Sankara, the main food, they will not be surprised!

“No, how could it be so outrageous!?”

Sankara had some understanding of the domestic situation, otherwise he would not have immediately imported a large amount of grain from the Soviet Union at a high price after receiving a loan from the Soviet Union, and then sold it at a low price.

But he didn’t expect it to be so outrageous. This was beyond the limit of his imagination as a normal person.

“It shouldn’t be!”

The more Sankara thought about it, the more outrageous and strange he felt. He flipped through the files again and found some data he wanted. Then he counted on scratch paper and said to himself:

“There are a total of 48 million acres of arable land in the country. Although in today’s world, one acre of land only produces an average of 400 kilograms of grain, we only need to provide less than a quarter of it.

In other words, using 11 million acres of land to grow major grains can basically solve the food problem of the people across the country! ”

So why does the Republic of Burkina only produce 1.2 million tons of staple food a year? What has so much farmland been used for?

Sankara continued to turn back, and then he felt that he might be so angry that he couldn’t sleep tonight!

Why does the Republic of Burkina only produce about 1.2 million tons of grain every year despite having 48 million acres of arable land? Hundreds of thousands of ordinary people still starve to death every year?

That’s because more than 40 million acres of land across the country are used to grow cotton!

That’s right!

Sankara found the answer to the question from the subsequent documents. There are 48 million acres of arable land in the country, and 40 million acres of arable land have been used to grow cotton!

As for why so much farmland is used to grow cotton?

That’s naturally because cotton is valuable!

In other words, France, the suzerain country behind the Republic of Burkinia, needs it. They need the Republic of Burkina to grow cotton and then sell the cotton to them at a low price.

They then use the cotton purchased at low prices to make various finished products and sell them to other countries at high prices, even back to the Republic of Burkina.

In the international market, for 200 North African CFA francs per pound of cotton, the French may only need to pay 120 North African CFA francs or even lower to buy it from the Republic of Burkina.

They then sell the finished product back to the Republic of Burkina at a price that is double or even triple the international market price.

And then there’s the Republic of BurkinaThe landowners in the country.

Although the price of cotton is not much higher than that of food, even if it is only 1 North African CFA franc higher, it is still high, not to mention that the profit rate of cotton is actually much higher than that of food.

In order to make money, the landowners used all the land to grow cotton.

And the most important thing is that nearly 80% of the land in the country is in the hands of landlords, and the remaining 20% ​​is mostly low-grade farmland that is not very fertile and has low yield.

As for the problem of insufficient food production caused by all cultivated land being used to grow cotton, that is not their concern.

In their own words, that is:

“Anyway, it’s not me who is starving to death. Besides, why should I care about this issue? Don’t you have any money? If you don’t have food, don’t you know how to use money to buy it? I think you are just too lazy, that’s why you starve to death!”

“His grandma is too much of a bully!”

A curse word came out of Sankara’s mouth again. With nowhere to vent his anger, he could only stand up from the chair and punch the table at the same time, and then used the pain in his body to suppress the anger in his heart.

“Huh-huh-”

Sankara was spinning in circles while taking deep breaths, trying to regain his composure.

After several minutes.

Sankara regained his composure and sat back in his chair.

Suppressing the anger in his heart, Sankara once again opened the pile of documents recording the national agricultural situation and continued reading.

“Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock—”

Time passed quietly, and even the bugs outside the window stopped chirping. Only then did Sankara read the pile of documents from beginning to end.

At this time, the clock on the wall also pointed to 3:15 in the morning.

Sankara spent a full 5 hours and was so angry that he couldn’t sleep at all. His original plan to rest after reading this pile of documents also turned into a FLAG.

Sankara really can’t sleep at all now!

“Grandma, these are no longer ordinary landlords. They are a group of extremely black-hearted capitalists who will not give up until they drain the last drop of blood from the people. American capitalists will say “f*ck” when they see it. So it must be right. They hit hard!”

At this moment, Sankara’s eyes were filled with murderous intent.

In his heart, these landowners have been sentenced to death, and it is also the death penalty of being cut into pieces by a thousand cuts!

“Tomorrow… no, this morning we have to find officials from the Ministry of Agriculture for a meeting, and the Ministry of National Defense, they also have to come!”