Facts have proved that in troubled times, people can be strong men who plunder, military rations, or leeks that can be chopped and slaughtered at will.

Of course it can also be goods. Even as goods, people can be extremely cheap.

A p1853 rifle made in India can be exchanged for 20 people - whether it is a boy or a girl or a baby, this is the package price. According to the agreement reached by Wang Botao and the American foreign company, one hundred paper buns can be exchanged for 2 young men.

For Wang Botao, this is a completely unscheduled business. He doesn’t care about the future fate of these people. Why do foreigners buy people?

What else can you do? It must not be a good thing. But it has nothing to do with him.

For him, all he cares about is how many foreign guns, gunpowder, and gunpowder cannons he can exchange for.

As for people?

Not worth mentioning at all!

"Oh, it's a pity, it's a pity..."

Looking at the people sent by their subordinates, Wang Botao said with a pity.

"If I had known this person, I could have changed my guns. I would have killed less at the beginning. There were countless places inside and outside the city, so it was difficult to deal with."

It was a pity that Wang Botao said to Zhao Shi'an again.

"Zhao Shuli, you discuss with Liu Tongyi to let them stay for a few more days. We have people. As long as they are willing to wait for a few days and get tens of thousands of people, isn't that easy?"

Now he missed his appearance when he first came to Kingsoft. At that time, there were people everywhere here, and there were thousands of people in any town, which could be exchanged for many foreign guns and cannons.

That's like now...it's a pity.

Alas, what a pity!

No matter how much I sigh, the business still needs to be done. According to the agreement between the two parties, these people were sent to the beach and then shipped by a small boat to the Danhushan Island, which is only more than 60 miles away from Jinzhou. Although more than a dozen families on the island did not prevent Li Fugui from setting up a "waiting station" here.

The so-called "waiting house" is actually a straw shed divided into male and female camps. Even the guards are temporary male recruits. When Liu Kunpeng went to Shanghai to find a boat, Li Fugui became the leader of the "waiting house".

When people go to the island and enter the waiting room, they enter a lengthy procedure - registration, physical examination, numbering, collar changing, bamboo pieces with work numbers, formations, training...

All of this was the steps set by the boss when he left Nanhua. Men had to conduct military training here. To put it bluntly, they were to train their obedience.

"Where is the whip?"

"Everything cut!"

Everyone has just arrived on the shore and has not yet waited for them to figure out what was going on. What was waiting for them was to cut their braids without saying anything, without explanation.

Of course, for the people who have been in the knife for the rest of their lives, they have no other choice except to obey at a loss. In the troubled times, as ordinary people, all they can do is live a life of silence.

In the days that followed, they either walked in line or ran around the island every day. Of course, they could also eat enough—one dry and one sparse, and occasionally they could eat one or two pieces of sea fish, which was just barely full.

“One, two, three, four…”

Before the boat could reach Shanghai SIPG, loud slogans came from the shore. A child who looked only thirteen or fourteen years old and looked up at the other side.

There was still some curiosity in his uneasy eyes.

"Brother Liu, why did those...men send us all to the sea?"

Li Lin said curiously.

"San Young Master, we know this, but you have to remember that when you arrive on someone's territory, you will have to follow their rules, and those people... are carrying swords..."

Liu San swallowed nervously. He was scared. He saw with his own eyes how those Changmao killed people. Although he didn't know why he let him go and the people around him, he was not a big mistake to be careful.

"I know, I know..."

Li Lin nodded.

"Are people under the roof..."

Finally, the crowded ship approached the port. Driven by the Taiping Army, the men and women who had lived in the knife for the rest of their lives were bombarded ashore.

It was like counting goods, counting them one by one.

"Twenty people in a team, twenty people, what are he..."

Some people were a little slower, and someone slashed at their backs with the knife, and then scolded them.

Looking at the messy appearance on the dock, Li Fugui's brows frowned and he said to himself again.

"I don't know how Liu Xiucai's ship was looking for."

...

As long as you have money, you don’t have to worry about the ship.

As a general translator, Liu Kunpeng and Mir came to the concession in Shanghai, but it took only three or five days to find several Citigroup flying scissors. After all, not every flying scissor has the opportunity to fill with tea, raw silk, porcelain and other goods.

These fly-scissors often wait for one or two months when waiting for cargo at the dock.

The next thing is simple, but it is nothing more than talking about the price and the change of the ship - those ships should also be equipped with multi-layered installations and as many people as possible.

Of course, Liu Kunpeng was not idle either. He even registered a company in the British Concession - "American Company". His business scope is naturally to sell foreign goods from various countries, and he also specializes in labor business.

If it were last year, exporting contract workers from the Qing Dynasty was still "illegal". However, last year, with the strong ships and the cannons, the British and French coalition forces rushed to the capital and burned the Qing emperor's garden. In addition to cede land and paying compensation, there were also accurate terms for various countries to hire contract workers in the new treaty. Now this is also an "emerging industry in the Qing Dynasty."

Mill is a black man, but this does not prevent him from being a "foreigner". Of course, Liu Kunpeng is just a comprador.

After almost half a month of hard work, seven flying scissors in the Huangpu River were finally modified.

On February 25, 1861, ten flying scissors left Shanghai at the same time. When the ship left, Liu Kunpeng just stood in the window of the western-style building and looked at the ships from a distance, and muttered to himself.

"Don't worry, lord, Liu will never let his lord down for saving his life!"

While talking to himself, he walked to the table again and raised his hand to write a letter, which was written to several Qing generals, including Zeng and Li. The contents in the letter were nothing more than content related to the "emerging industry" of contract labor. Of course, there is also an extremely flexible payment method that the American Foreign Company can accept.

The next morning, ten flying scissors arrived at Tanhu Mountain. Li Fugui, who had received the news, had already prepared for the long voyage. More than 20,000 men and women stood beside the dock in a daze, looking at the eight oceanic ships in the bay. Although they didn't know what they were waiting for them, they still felt subconsciously cold-hearted--this time would be gone forever.

But they did not dare to resist and just sighed like they accepted their fate.

"If you don't want to get on the boat, then hand you over to Changmao..."

If you reach Changmao's hands, that's a dead end!

Alas, I would rather be a peaceful dog than a chaotic person!

In the almost desperate eyes, people got on the boat and squeezed out of the narrow and dark cabin. While lying on the narrow bed, Song Yu asked in the dim cabin.

"Sister, where are we going?"

"Didn't you say, go to Nanhua?"

"Where is Nanhua?"

No one knows.
Chapter completed!