Chapter 132 Labor and Rations

“The members of the Board of Trade in every city should physically help the German women’s organizations to get established. We need to care for them, we need to help them, and enable the women to aspire to a future life.”

Alan Wilson finished his speech and nodded his head at the two Under-Secretaries, Tim Brand and Harold.

All unselfish words he has said, if in the process of practice there are members of the Board of Trade, and women’s organization members have to tell the story, it has nothing to do with Alan Wilson.

Judging from his own experience, he was sure it would happen, but only on what scale. Not to mention that the civil servants who came to Germany were generally just middle-aged, even if they were all close to retirement age, there was just as little delay in looking for German college women to explore jobs.

Eighteen year old men like eighteen year old wonderful women, fifty-eight year old men like eighteen year old wonderful women as well.

The Dragoon who had the story with himself had now transformed himself into the chairman of the Bonn Women’s Work Committee. Now every day, he got up early and gathered a group of Dragon Riders Jin Xiong voluntary labor to clean up the traces of war in Bonn.

Isabella Bogina is not only not like things Allen Wilson imagined delicious and lazy, only thinking of doing mistress without labor. On the contrary, the first time to enter the role, directly cut blonde long hair, to short hair show people.

Although recently has been receiving artwork sold by German companies, Isabella Bogina has not become extravagant, still wearing plain clothes from Berlin residence, covering the inner beauty of the waves in Allen Wilson’s eyes.

The Long Riders put in the effort, and naturally there was the possibility of being set up as the archetypal German woman of the new era, especially if there was not yet any help from Allen Wilson among the British Occupation Trade Commission.

The Daily Telegraph and the Morning Post in the United Kingdom published a large section of the news of the establishment of the German Women’s Working Committee in the British Occupation Zone, admiring the hard work and toughness of German women, but of course mainly recognizing the British Occupation Zone Board of Trade and other institutions, the efforts of the German economy to recover.

“The rule of law is being restored, labor is widely recognized, and there is no doubt that the British Occupied Territories are ahead of the rest of the occupied territories, and are emerging from the wounds of the midst of the war.”

“Mark!” Allen Wilson, who had put down the domestic papers, sent in his own ponyboy and said facetiously, “There is no question of the strength of the domestic papers, but there is no way of knowing what is going on in Germany at the present time, and neither touting nor propagandizing can touch the point. We want the word of mouth to be true stories, both of the hardships of the present situation and of the positive energy in the midst of them, and all we can do is to find these moving stories and make them widely known.”

Alan Wilson has seen Sicily’s Beautiful Legend, a movie that is all about a very alluring-looking, hot charmer named Marina during World War II.

She was treated by many local men and even older men who had the urge to have a kiss, and the women, naturally, needless to say, all honored her as the vixen of the world.

It’s just that before the war, she had a good husband who ensured that she was clothed and fed. It was a way to ensure her taste in life and continue her high spirits, but when the war came, her husband was conscripted and went to war.

In order to wait for her husband’s return, she rejected all the people who had eyes on her, but after the news of her husband’s death, her source of livelihood was cut off, in order to be able to live.

In order to survive, she could only lower her head and commit herself to the arms of men she had previously disdained, so that in the end, she could only fall into the land of fireworks.

This is a true picture of many German women, but now under the fact of an occupying force, it is always impossible to focus on this, to find stories like German women who, after losing their husbands, burst into a maternal light and take care of their young children.

Promoting German women as mistresses? Who would publicize something like that, even though it’s a fact of life in the occupied territories of the countries at the moment?

“There are also matters that may arise at the moment to clarify the Germanic people running over from the Soviet-occupied territories. We must be careful of those Germanic people who come over from the Soviet-occupied areas, after all, no one knows if there are spies inside.”

Alan Wilson also reminded about the spies, the deportation of Germanic people from Eastern Europe had already begun. With an expulsion of this magnitude, even if the Soviet garrison was watching, many Germanic people would still run to the western occupied territories.

This trend could not be stopped until both sides were officially torn apart, and Allen Wilson was not prepared to stop it, and in fact hoped that the situation was under the control of the British occupation forces. After all, the British Occupation Zone was pretty much bearing the brunt of the situation compared to where the American Occupation Zone was.

“Liaison Officer, you always have such an exuberant work ethic.” Mark had a face of admiration, he had been watching Alan Wilson running east and west from Berlin, almost never stopping, compared to the busy days, the salary received could simply be called meager, completely unable to appreciate the value of Alan Wilson.

“Now all countries have their own difficulties, we people will just have to work a little harder.” Alan Wilson waved his hand in a blissfully unconcerned manner, “The situation in the homeland isn’t going over very well either, even the Prime Minister is burnt out, and we people are even less qualified to complain.”

As for the fact that the Führer has the same seat and sixty pounds of gold, Allen Wilson has no need to let Mark know and worry with himself, these small pains, he himself is completely acceptable.

Isabella Bogina, who is already a typical representative of the new era of German women, looked at the documents issued beautiful side of the face revealed a thoughtful color, Anna on the side saw this and inquired, “What’s wrong, sister.”

“There is a loophole in the Trade Commission’s regulations.” Isabella Bogina looked at her nominal sister, habitually wanting to ruffle the tips of her hair, a plain hand but stayed in place, almost forgetting that her long hair had been cut short.

“What loophole?” Anne was younger than Bokina, both physically and mentally, and was just theorizing about attacking excellence.

“Just propaganda won’t help, the British don’t understand that.” Isabella Bogina got up, originally after men and women, her temperament more and more soft and charming, in order to change this point cut short hair to increase a little neutral beauty.

This kind of image Alan Wilson has not seen, if you see will certainly happen and the movie Rocky in the Soviet boxing champion’s wife temperament is very similar, beautiful but cold.

In the Soviet Union, there was a system of compulsory labor on Saturdays, and that was a clearly defined system. Lenin praised it as a great innovation. Lenin praised it as a great innovation, because it promoted a spirit of collectivism. In Germany, where the currency had been devalued to scrap paper, this method of inspiring citizens to work voluntarily could be considered very effective.

But Isabella Bogina knew that the mere appeal had an effect for a short period of time, want to inspire out the rapid reconstruction of the British-occupied territories, the appeal for women to come out to labor is not enough, but also to be linked to the corresponding treatment.

“Labor must be linked to rations, those who do not work will not eat!” Isabella Bogina said to Anna, “Under the current rationing system in the British-occupied areas, this is the only way to mobilize everyone for post-war reconstruction.”

The next day Isabella Bogina, traveled to the British command in Bonn and approached Colonel Malcolm, expressing a desire to contact the Board of Trade to explain the difficulties in working.

“Miss Isabella!” Colonel Malcolm had to admit that although he had only met her twice he was a little jealous in his heart of the civil servant who had found such a piece of goods, which with a short haircut did not detract from the face, but added another layer of beauty.

So much for the fact that there were plenty of German women nowadays, and he was guilty of envy and jealousy, asking what he could do to help.

“England’s help to Germany is greatly appreciated. I, as a German woman would like to make a little suggestion that would suit the situation at home in Germany, and at the same time might add to the efficiency that Britain has been looking forward to.” Isabella Bogina spoke politely, “I would like Herr Colonel to clarify with the Board of Trade in Hanover that rationed rations be linked to compulsory labor so that the problem is solved, and that similar directives were given in Berlin towards the end of the war.”

“It’s only a matter of a telegram!” Colonel Malcolm agreed painfully, and with a turn of phrase said, “Miss Isabella, I hear you have a sister, I wonder?”

The British Empire gentleman hint was received by Isabella Bokina and responded with the same hint, “Anna actually has a good working relationship with Liaison Officer Allen, as do I.”

“That’s okay! Liaison Officer Allen has a busy schedule that is highly enviable.” Colonel Malcolm, who had been rejected, was not embarrassed; it was too easy to find women as mistresses in Germany these days.

Of course it was easy, the first job of an occupying force was to know the local population, women made up fifty-four percent of the entire British-occupied area, and of the forty-six percent of men, the real shortage was in the male population between the ages of eighteen and thirty-five. For the foreign occupation forces, it is not guilty of fighting over German women.

Soon Alan Wilson received a telegram to discuss the matter with the two Deputy Secretaries-General of the Board of Trade, Tim Bland and Harold, and at the same time sent a telegram to London asking for instructions as to whether this could be done.

The reply was also quick; rationing had not even been ended on British soil, and the attitude of the reply was of course one of approval, and anything could be done as long as the British occupied territories were allowed to rebuild quickly.

“We have to admit, it’s still the Germans who know the Germans better.” Tim Brand nodded his head in admiration, “I have to say that this is a good solution, we can’t keep the Germans, the native citizens will also be dissatisfied after a long time like this. It’s better to find a way to utilize the maximum manpower available to restore at least some order to Germany.”

“Good, so that’s a very good suggestion.” Harold also nodded his head in approval, “Since London has endorsed it, we’ll set up an agency specifically to deal with this matter. Hopefully, after six months, peace has been restored to the British-occupied areas.”