Miss President wants to talk to you

Hattie thought about it and it didn't seem wrong.

She only knew a little about the affairs with Hongluo, and was not clear about the specific details. She was unaware that the messenger had already left yesterday.

Therefore, they accepted Eleanor's explanation.

"In that case, you'd better go take a shower, Hopkins. A lot of eyes are on you now, so be careful not to give anyone any leverage against you."

"I have something to do, so I'll have to talk to you later."

After saying this, Hattie took her leave and headed straight for the presidential office.

Eleanor quickly stopped him.

Good guy.

Although the president's office had been tidied up, the smell of alcohol was still incredibly strong before.

With Hattie's incredibly sensitive nose, if she smells something, she'll be completely unable to deny it.

“Ms. Hattie, what is it that you want to discuss with me first?”

Eleanor said, "After all, I am the president's special assistant, and now that the president is not in the office, I have an obligation to help her with matters."

Oh?

Hattie stopped in her tracks upon hearing this.

Should we talk to Hopkins first?

It seems possible. Hattie has never worked with Eleanor before, but she has heard rumors about him.

I know that Eleanor is very capable, and sometimes the solutions he comes up with are direct and efficient.

"If that's the case, then that's fine. Let's go to the president's office to talk..."

"Go to your office!"

Eleanor quickly said, "What if we need any information that we don't have on hand during our discussion later? Are you going to make your secretary run around all the time?"

This reason is very reasonable.

At least Hattie accepted it.

"You're right."

Hattie said, "Then let's go to my office."

……

Office of the Minister of Agriculture.

Eleanor looked at the documents in his hand, his expression gradually becoming serious.

"This...is this the agricultural adjustment law you wrote? Is it to give compensation to farmers?"

"Yes."

Hattie sat opposite Eleanor and nodded.

"I know you think there might be problems with this policy, but believe me, it's a necessary step."

"The Ministry of Agriculture has been destroying agricultural products in rural areas across the country for some time, but has encountered great obstacles."

"Many farmers are unwilling to cooperate with the work. They have mountains of agricultural products that they can't sell at all, and they are even trying to destroy them themselves."

"But as soon as government officials come to their door, their attitude changes immediately."

"Those unsold agricultural products have all become treasures, and no one wants to destroy them unless the government provides corresponding compensation."

“Some farmers have even suggested that the government should buy up all of their farm produce at prices before the Great Depression.”

Hattie has really been driven to the point of exhaustion lately.

There are too many troublemakers in the federal government!

The current agricultural policies clearly benefit the country and the people.

Destroying surplus agricultural products and increasing demand will raise prices, ensuring that farmers don't go completely broke.

Hattie couldn't understand why such a good policy couldn't be implemented!

"So, you're thinking of applying for compensation to help those farmers?"

"Of course, not all of them will be satisfied."

Hattie said, "It's just about setting a few examples. Once the big players take the lead, it'll be easier for the others."

I see...

Eleanor placed the draft on the table.

“Ms. Wallace, if you’re determined to do something, I won’t stop you.”

He said, "If you want to incite a rebellion in the Union, then do it."

Chapter 89: Who told you I don't have an army of 100,000?

Rebellion!?

This statement was too serious, and Hattie couldn't help but put on a stern face.

“Hopkins, I do respect you, but you can’t just spout nonsense like that.”

She said, "If you think there's a problem with this draft, you can point it out directly instead of making alarmist claims."

Do you think I'm exaggerating?

Eleanor shook her head; it seemed Wallace had no idea how serious the problem was.

Right.

This isn't just Hattie's problem; it's a problem shared by all of us in this era.

Some groups are naturally difficult to speak out and will naturally be ignored.

“In that case, Ms. Hattie, I can explain the whole story to you.”

Eleanor said, "But please forgive me if I say anything harsh in some places."

"It's alright. Just speak your mind. That will only make me appreciate you more."

Hattie crossed her arms, looking all ears.

She wanted to see what brilliant ideas Eleanor could come up with.

Hattie is willing to make such a statement.

Eleanor then had no more concerns.

“Ms. Hattie, as the Minister of Agriculture, you should certainly understand that the federal agriculture is currently in a death cycle.”

Hattie nodded. Of course.

She knew better than anyone the problems with federal agriculture.

In the past two decades, the economy has been booming, and many farmers are overly optimistic about the future.

Farmers are willing to borrow money at high prices to buy land, expand farms, and purchase machinery.

At the time, people believed that life would only get better.

The Great Depression began in 1929.

In just three years, agricultural product prices have fallen by more than 50%, and farmers' incomes have plummeted by more than 70%.

However, as income decreases, debt does not decrease accordingly.

A loan that could be repaid by selling 100 bags of wheat in the past may now require selling 300 bags.

To pay off their debts, farmers had no choice but to continue increasing production.

The more production increases, the more surplus there is in the market.

The more surplus there is in the market, the lower the price of agricultural products.

The lower the price of agricultural products, the more farmers can only expand production, even if they have to borrow money to do so.

And so the cycle of death began.

Debt is piling up while income is getting lower and lower.

Agriculture, with its left foot stepping on its right, drags the Federation headed straight for hell.

By 1933, mortgage auctions, bankruptcies, and land loss had become the norm in rural areas.

The entire rural society was in turmoil.

Just this January, some rural areas witnessed a horrific incident where debt collectors were hanged at the village entrance.

"So, Miss Hattie, you should understand that the agricultural issue is now extremely urgent."

"With just a single spark, the entire Federation will be ignited."

"And I can say without hesitation that your draft agricultural bill is the spark that ignited this fire!"

Hattie's face turned deathly pale instantly.

"What makes you say that!"

She retorted, "Of course I know the problem is serious, but aren't we dealing with it right now?"

"You need to understand, it's almost May now, and this year's crops have already been planted. If we wait until next year's yield is reduced, it will be too late."

"We can only improve the competitiveness of agricultural products by destroying large quantities of agricultural products and plowing up the land that has already been planted."

"Besides, the government will also provide subsidies, so what's wrong with that?"

To be fair, Hattie is absolutely right.

But that's precisely the problem.

“Ms. Hattie, please don’t be so impatient. Calm down. Come on, tell me to calm down.”