It happened to be dinner time, so Zhong Yi stayed at the 122nd Division for lunch.

"Master, you really know how to choose the time." Han Lin joked, "It just happened to be our master to improve his life."

Zhong Yi laughed loudly when he heard this, but he felt sad as he smiled, and asked, "How long will it take for the troops to eat a meal?"

Han Lin said: "Since I followed the chief executive, it's okay to fill my stomach, but eating meat is still rare. Sometimes I eat one meal a week, and sometimes I can eat one meal a month."

"This is not possible." Zhong Yi frowned, "The intensity of combat is so high now, and I still need to train myself. How can I only eat vegetarian food and not supplement meat? I will not be able to keep up with my nutritional intake."

After a pause, Zhong Yi asked Wang Geng, who was accompanying him: "Brother Shouqing, is the logistics department running out of money?"

Zhong Yi made a plan through the bonds of the China-Myanmar Transportation Bureau and scraped a layer of oil from the domestic aristocratic families. The total amount was as high as 900 million in legal currency. It shouldn't have been spent so quickly.

Zhongyi did nothing else in this money, just used it to buy food.

Sure enough, Wang Geng said with a wry smile: "Master, this is not a matter of money. The logistics department is not short of money. The problem is that even if you have money in Myanmar, it is difficult to buy meat. Whether it is pork, beef, mutton or chicken, you can't buy it at all, especially after you withdraw to Mandalay, the supplies are even tighter."

Speaking of this, he said, "If it weren't for the fact that you had purchased four million tons of corn from the United States two years ago and transported one million tons of them to Kunming in advance, I'm afraid that even the troops' rations would not be guaranteed."

After saying that, Wang Geng picked up the pottery bowl in front of him and took a big sip of the warm corn porridge.

"This won't work." Zhong Yi frowned, "We must find a way to change this situation."

Wang Geng said: "There is probably no way to do it right now, so I can only wait for the arrival of the US aid materials."

"No, you can't wait." Zhong Yi said decisively, "Industrial construction can only be achieved by the United States. Agricultural construction can be accomplished by ourselves, so we must not wait and wait. We must find a way to solve it ourselves, and we must solve it as soon as possible."

Zhong Yi suddenly thought of the large-scale production movement in Yan'an, why can't it be replicated?

Zhong Yi said: "Aren't there many disabled veterans who cannot go to the battlefield and are unwilling to return to China? Then find a place to build a breeding farm, which specializes in breeding pigs, sheep and cattle, and is specially used to provide meat to the troops! If the staff is not enough, you can select some people from overseas Chinese refugees who fled to Myanmar."

"It's not difficult to have a manpower." Wang Geng smiled bitterly, "But the problem is that in addition to manpower and site, the most important thing in breeding is feed supply. Nowadays, Myanmar cannot even support 10 million indigenous people and the five million overseas Chinese who have poured into Myanmar. How can there be excess food for breeding?"

"If you don't have food, just plant it." Zhong Yi said calmly, "Build a farm and build a large farm! It is specially used to grow wheat, corn and sweet potatoes that produce high grains. As you said just now, there are only five million overseas Chinese who have poured into Myanmar. Because these overseas Chinese suddenly left their original place, most of them have difficulties in their lives. Building a large farm just solves their living problems."

"Build, build a big farm?" Wang Geng said dumbfoundedly, "A farm that accommodates five million people?"

"It doesn't take five million to be that much." Zhong Yi waved his hand and said, "Many Chinese and overseas Chinese who have taken refuge in Myanmar are professionally skilled workers. In the future, they will have to go to factories to work, and then remove the elderly and children. I guess it's almost enough to build a farm that can accommodate one million employees."

"General, this is one million!" Wang Geng still couldn't imagine, "Where is such a large farm that can accommodate one million employees? How large is this arable land?"

"You can cultivate yourself without arable land." Zhong Yi said, "In addition to the Shanbang Plateau in the east, most of the country in Myanmar belongs to plain terrain. The land is extremely fertile. As long as it is reclaimed, it will be highly productive fertile land! Moreover, there are many borderless wastelands on both sides of the Irrawaddy River, Salwen River or Xidang River."

Wang Geng said dumbfoundedly: "Chief, are you really doing this?"

"Of course." Zhong Yi nodded and said, "However, the farm can be handed over to the army, but the farm should be handed over to the Nanqiao Federation for the time being, so it is called Overseas Chinese Farm."

“At the beginning, the scale could be smaller.”

"For example, start a small farm with more than 100,000 people."

Wang Geng's mouth twitched, a small farm with more than 100,000 people? Small?

Zhong Yi continued: "When the time and conditions are ripe, then replicate on a large scale, select suitable places to build more farms, and finally form a super-large joint farm. This can not only solve the food problem of more than 5 million Chinese and overseas Chinese who poured into Myanmar, solve the problem of breeding, but also may even have more surplus of food to feed back to China!"

"At present, there are hundreds of millions of fellow villagers in China who are starving and unable to fill their stomachs!"

Zhong Yi did what he thought of and said to Wang Geng: "Brother Shouqing, you immediately send a telegram to the Nanqiao Federation of China, asking Mr. Chen Jiageng to work with Brother Hesun to start preparing for this matter."

...

At this time, in Myitkyina, the headquarters of the Southern Overseas Chinese Association.

When Wen Yingxing was still a senior officer in the General Staff, he had already heard of Chen Jiageng's name, so when he arrived in Myitkyina, he immediately visited the Nanqiao General Association.

While the two were talking, Zhong Yi telegram arrived.

After reading Zhong Yi's telegram, Chen Jiageng and Wen Yingxing looked at each other and laughed.

Wen Yingxing smiled and said, "Mr. Jiageng, this is called the hero's similar views. You and Chief Zhong thought of going together."

"Hey, I dare not, don't dare." Chen Jiageng shook his hand repeatedly and said, "I must never dare to compare myself with Chief Zhong. He is a great hero of the Chinese nation."

Wen Yingxing stopped laughing and said seriously: "Mr. Jiageng doesn't have to be humble. Although Chief Zhong is a national hero, you are also a great hero of the Chinese nation."

Chen Jiageng continued to be modest in his mouth, but he was extremely helpful in his heart.

Chen Jiageng organized funds to support the motherland's war of resistance. Although it was not for reputation, but just wanted to fulfill his responsibilities as the descendants of Yan and Huang, he was still very pleased to be recognized by his compatriots.

Wen Yingxing continued: "Mr. Jiageng, with the telegram from Chief Zhong, this matter is not difficult to deal with. Why don't we go to Prime Minister Bamo now and ask him to draw a piece of land in the Menggong Valley, and build an overseas Chinese demonstration farm first? All the conditions are ripe, and then copy it to other places?"

"I think it's OK." Chen Jiageng nodded happily.
Chapter completed!