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Chapter 1507: The Empire's Farm (First Update, Please Subscribe)
"The British are just so whimsical!"

Even though he was in Africa, Khrushchev not only knew at the first time the intelligence that Britain would send a special envoy to Chang'an, but also knew what they were going to discuss.

The Prime Minister told a joke and Lubyanka laughed first - this was never a joke, but a fact. After all, Downing Street had long been infiltrated by Russia like a sieve.

"They actually want a prince of a few years old to rule East Africa... This is really ridiculous!"

He closed the intelligence and handed it to the attendant beside him. Although he said it was funny, Khrushchev's brows were furrowed.

"This also means that Li is coming..."

When the word "Li" was mentioned, Khrushchev's brows furrowed even more tightly. Deep down in his heart, he did not want to have a conflict with Li Yian as long as there was a slight possibility.

Khrushchev knew Lee well. He was never one to suffer a loss. Just like in Jakarta, although he stopped the aerial bombing, the special warfare did not stop, and now the Jakarta authorities were completely at a disadvantage.

As for the idea of ​​sending troops to Jakarta... Khrushchev had thought about it, but he knew very well that he couldn't do it because that was the red line of SEA.

The red line of SEA is not used to weave a carpet, but it really exists. Any country that steps on that red line will pay a price...

"It's really troublesome!"

As he said this, Khrushchev's eyes involuntarily turned to the window. On both sides of the road were cornfields that stretched as far as the eye could see.

These cornfields are local farms!
The farm was built with Soviet aid. Over the past few years, tens of thousands of Soviet engineers, agricultural experts and farm workers have worked on this land, and the once barren land has been transformed into a modern farm.

"That must be the Friendship Aqueduct!"

Khrushchev pointed to the canal in the distance and asked the Soviet ambassador beside him.

"Yes, it is the one that brings water from the river to the farm. In the past few years, with the help of Soviet engineers, they have built 376 reservoirs and 18356 kilometers of canals. With the help of modern irrigation facilities, the land here has become a fertile farm..."

In answering, the ambassador also specifically said:

“Our farm.”

"Yes, it's our farm! The Soviet farm!"

Even though he had the dream of liberating all mankind, Khrushchev's words involuntarily revealed his true thoughts.

Soviet farms!
Even if this is another country, so what?

It was the Soviet Union that built everything here.

Full of anticipation and excitement, the group finally set foot on the farm. The long and bumpy journey seemed to have disappeared at this moment, because the vast cornfield in front of them had already swept away Khrushchev's fatigue.

The farm manager led the way enthusiastically, his face filled with joy of the harvest. He led people briskly through the endless cornfields and introduced the farm's production situation to them.

"…We are now conducting a new experiment, raising cattle with straw as the main feed, and then making compost from the cow dung and applying it to the fields as fertilizer…"

In fact, this is the practice of the International Grain Company, but here it has become an innovation of Soviet agricultural experts.

"This is great. We have harvested both corn and beef. You should summarize the experience as soon as possible and promote it in the country..."

Khrushchev looked at the corns. They were growing well. The corn stalks were swaying gently in the wind, as if telling people the joy of the upcoming harvest.

"Look at this cornfield. It's growing so well!"

Khrushchev pointed proudly at the corn and spoke to the people.

"I've said it before, corn, corn is the most important food. It can be used as feed, turned into meat, and supplied to our tables..."

As the famous Corn Emperor, Khrushchev’s obsession with corn was entirely due to one reason - people want to eat meat!

Mikoyan immediately followed suit:
"Yes, Nikita, with corn, we have meat, and with meat, the people's living standards will improve..."

"Yes! Only when people's living standards improve can we prove to the world that we are the future of mankind!"

Khrushchev's expression was full of expectation, expectation for the future.

"Look, the harvesters are coming..."

In the distance, harvesters were roaring. Rows of corn stalks fell under the huge harvesters and were abandoned on the open ground. Then, the harvesters kept spewing out corn kernels, and the golden corn kernels were poured into the truck compartment like a river.

Khrushchev stood beside the cornfield and watched the busy workers, some of whom were Soviets and some were locals.

Some of them drove harvesters through the cornfields, while others drove trucks to deliver corn kernels to the farm's drying plant. After drying, they were loaded onto trains, shipped to the port, and then through the Suez Canal back to the Soviet Union.

These corns were used to repay Soviet loans. Although they exported tens of millions of tons of corn every year, Ethiopia's debt did not decrease much. After all, they needed to import a large amount of fertilizers and agricultural machinery every year, and Mengetus also needed to expand his army, which meant he needed more arms.

In short, Ethiopia's debt is constantly increasing, and corn is one way to pay off the debt.

Khrushchev was excited at the thought of obtaining tens of millions of tons of corn here every year. After all, it was with his support that Ethiopia became a farm of the Soviet Union.

Of course, who was Khrushchev the instigator of all this?
It’s the old friend from Chang’an.

The intelligence obtained by KGB at that time made Khrushchev turn his attention to Africa. It was also from that time that the Soviet Union's aid to Africa underwent some changes. It was not just aid, but also to get some rewards in addition to aid, such as food. "With our help, this country is becoming more and more modernized..."

Khrushchev thought so in his heart as he walked towards the workers while chatting enthusiastically with the Ethiopian officials accompanying him.

Although the work seems very hard, the workers always have smiles of satisfaction and joy on their faces.

"You have worked hard!"

Khrushchev walked over to greet them.

"It's not hard, it's not hard! Watching the corn grow little by little, and then harvesting it, I feel a sense of accomplishment!"

A Soviet farm worker looked up, wiped the sweat from his forehead and said to Khrushchev.

"More importantly, we all know that this corn will become meat on the table, so that everyone can eat more meat and drink more milk..."

Khrushchev nodded and said.

"This is exactly the meaning of our work here. We help Ethiopians build their country, and the corn produced here will be exported to the Soviet Union and turned into agricultural machinery and other modern industrial equipment to help them realize the modernization of their country."

These words were obviously spoken to the Ethiopian officials around him, and those officials all nodded in agreement.

Ethiopia has indeed gained extremely rich returns from this agricultural construction. A large number of roads, railways, reservoirs and other infrastructure construction are changing the basic appearance of the country.

What was the country like a few years ago before Mengetus staged a military coup and deposed the emperor?
It is poor, backward and has almost no modern facilities.

But now?
Not only are there modern farms, but modern farms have also been built in the capital and other places. Everyone has seen these changes and is naturally happy about them. After all, they have witnessed the changes in the country with their own eyes and witnessed that the country is gradually becoming a modern country.

Perhaps because he was very excited, Khrushchev even drove the truck himself and harvested corn along with the corn harvester.

On this fruitful day on the farm, Khrushchev seemed to have become one of them, closely connected with the land and the corn.

Before I knew it, the sky had gradually darkened.

Khrushchev stood on the farm, looking at the busy figures and the cornfield that had been almost harvested, his heart filled with emotion.

“This is a Soviet farm.”

Although the Soviet Union is thousands of miles away, the food produced here will eventually be shipped to the Soviet Union and then turned into beef, pork, milk and other foods and appear in the Soviet market.

Looking at the farm in front of him, Khrushchev silently made a wish: in the future all of Africa will be Soviet farms.

With Africa as the Soviet Union's farm, the living standards of the Soviet people will definitely exceed that of the United States.

Recalling the lives of ordinary American families he saw during his visit to the United States, Khrushchev was longing deep in his heart. He longed for all Soviet people to be able to live a prosperous life like Americans.

This is a very pure and simple wish.

"Well... no matter what, the Soviet Union must protect Africa."

Then Khrushchev said to Mikoyan:

"look……"

Pointing to the harvested fields, Khrushchev said.

"This is our lifeline,"

Michael Yang nodded in agreement.

"Yes, Nikita, you are right, this is indeed our lifeline."

A few years ago, Mikoyan could not understand the idea of ​​opening farms in Africa. But now? Facing the vast farms in front of him, he knew very well what these farms meant to the Soviet Union.
It means food, it means a better life.

"Because this is our lifeline, we must protect it at all costs, and..."

Khrushchev's tone became more resolute:
"We also need to help other African countries gain independence and help them become their own countries."

And what does this mean?

That means a direct conflict with Li in Africa.

In the setting sun, Khrushchev looked into the distance and talked to himself in his heart.

"Okay, Li, I hope you can understand that the Soviet people also need to eat meat."

Yes!

As the leader of the Soviet Union, it was Khrushchev's responsibility to ensure that the people had meat to eat:
"I believe you will understand this, my old friend. After all, you and I are the same. We both hope that our people can live a better life."

(End of this chapter)