Dougagu, National Security Council headquarters.

Headquarters…sounds very high-end.

But don’t forget, this is the Republic of Burkina.

Poverty and backwardness are the themes.

So, it is actually three small high-rise buildings next to each other. The middle building has eight floors, and the other two buildings have only five floors.

At a glance, each floor is almost three meters high.

The sun sets.

The afterglow fell on the ground, dyeing the three buildings and the entire ground red.

Plus the big bare tree trunks.

In a daze, there is a pleasant feeling of being in a rural field, watching the tile-roofed houses in the distance reflected red by the sunset, and the smoke rising from the kitchen.

Instead of thinking that you are in the capital of a country.

Agricultural reform intelligence support department.

This is a temporary department specially established by Croco within the National Security Council to support Sankara’s agricultural reforms.

In a conference room.

The fiery red sunset sneaked in from the window and fell on the seven officers sitting in this conference room.

Sitting in the main seat was an officer with the rank of major.

Since Crocco, as chairman of the committee, only has a military rank of lieutenant colonel, within the National Security Council, the highest military rank for the chief officers of various departments can only be major.

The major officer sat back on his chair, holding a stack of documents in his hand. He looked at the other six officers in front of him and said:

“I have just received information that a group of landowners headed by Gabriel visited Kanel in the village of Naya Faso at around ten o’clock in the morning.

I believe you all know who Carnell is. Nearly one-tenth of the country’s arable land is in the hands of him and his family.

If only one person stands out against the agricultural reforms being carried out by the president, it can only be him and no one else.

We still don’t know what the specific content of their chat was, but it’s definitely not a good thing!

The president’s agricultural reform is to solve our country’s food crisis. Anyone who tries to stop and oppose the president is our enemy and must be eradicated!

Therefore, I give you one day to figure out what they are planning to do, and at the same time, stop all the moves they make behind the scenes! ”

“Yes, sir!”

the next day.

The sun shines directly on the calendar on the table from outside the house.

“Wow–”

Suddenly, a rough but slender hand appeared and tore a page off the calendar.

Now,

The date shown on the calendar is December 15th.

“Mom, I’m going to school!”

At this moment, a somewhat familiar boy’s voice came from outside the house.

“William, it’s still early. Let’s go after breakfast.”

A woman’s voice followed, and the owner of the voice was not far from the calendar. It turned out that the owner of the hand just now was William’s mother.

On the table.

William, who hadn’t even put down his schoolbag, was devouring the food as if he was racing against time.

“Eat slowly, don’t choke!”

William’s mother, who was sitting opposite, reminded her. Then she picked up the bowl, took a sip of porridge, and asked curiously:

“By the way, why don’t you and Aaron go to school together during this period? Are you having a conflict? William, let me tell you, between friends…”

Before William’s mother could finish her thoughts, she was interrupted by William who raised his head. He swallowed the food in his throat and said:

“We didn’t have any conflicts because Aaron went to be a soldier!”

“What!?”

William’s mother was startled, and even a little of the porridge in the bowl spilled out, but William’s mother did not pay attention, but immediately asked in an unbelieving tone:

“Why did he become a soldier? His academic performance is so good. Some time ago, the priest told me that after this semester, he would be recommended to study at a university in France?”

Then, without waiting for William to answer, he continued in a very worried tone:

“And I heard that there is a war going on in a place called Nijiga. The fighting is fierce. It is said that thousands of people will die every day! Some people say that tens of thousands of people will die every day!

If Aaron goes to serve as a soldier now, isn’t that a joke with his own life? How could Aaron’s family agree? ”

“…”

William was silent, especially when he heard that tens of thousands of people died every day, a look of fear flashed in his eyes.

He’s afraid of his best friend Aaron, butNeng is already dead!

After a few seconds, William answered:

“Aaron went to join the army last month, and he went secretly without telling his family. Mom, it’s almost too late, so I won’t eat and go to school first!”

After saying that, William stood up directly and ran all the way out of the house.

“Hey, kid, it’s still early!”

William’s mother looked at the clock hanging on the wall and said doubtfully.

“What? Why did William run away without finishing breakfast? I thought I heard you talking about Aaron just now? What happened to Aaron? Did they quarrel again?”

At this time, a sleepy middle-aged man, rubbing his eyes and yawning, walked to the dining table.

Then he sat down, picked up the bowl, picked up the chopsticks, and started digging.

“Aaron went to serve in the army. William may be a little depressed because of this.”

William’s mother answered.

“What!? Aaron is a soldier? How could he be a soldier? His academic performance is so good!”

William’s father, who was eating the boar, paused for a moment, raised his head in surprise, and said in confusion.

“Who knows? William may know, but I just asked him and he didn’t want to tell.”

William’s mother shook her head, and then began to talk to William’s father:

“It’s dangerous to be a soldier now! I heard about a man named…”

“Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock—”

The time soon came to half past eight in the morning.

William’s mother, also wearing a gray labor protection suit, appeared on a road riding a 28-inch sedan.

On this road,

There was also a group of people dressed the same as William’s mother, either riding a big bar or swinging their own two hot wheels.

After William’s mother rode to the end of the road, she turned a corner.

A factory named “Dugagu (State-owned) Garment Manufacturing Co., Ltd.” appeared in view.

“Good morning.”

“Good morning to you too.”

“Let me tell you, I made three hundred and twenty North African CFA francs yesterday!”

“What? You are too awesome!”

“We’re hiring! The basic salary is eight hundred North African CFA francs a month, but we also have piece-rate wages, which means the more you work, the more you earn!”

“Boss, my cotton is the best cotton! Look, it’s really good cotton. No matter what you do, you still have to give me eight hundred and fifty, right?”

“Bah! Do you think I don’t know what I’m doing? You’re average at best, but I think it’s hard work for you to come here so early. I’ll give you a little more, eight hundred and twenty!”

“Take a look, take a look, the sweet and delicious big steamed buns only cost fifty North African CFA francs! Eat one and you won’t be hungry all day long!”

All kinds of voices gathered at the entrance of the factory, and it was as lively as a big market.

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