Chapter 744 New Immigrants

Although the civil affairs department was very thoughtful and divided the refugees into four columns of three men and one woman for registration one by one, because most of the refugees were illiterate and the accents were very different between the north and the south, communication was not smooth and the registration process was

It is still being delayed very slowly. But it is useless to rush now. There are very few naturalized cadres from the north available, and those who can read and write are even rarer. The existing naturalized cadres are also

He could only speak half-baked Haihan Mandarin to communicate with the refugees, most of whom were from Shandong.

"Name, age, and whether there are any family members here, please report them one by one." The naturalized citizen cadre responsible for registration repeated these sentences mechanically.

Every newly arrived refugee must first register his or her personal circumstances, and in the process try to identify and eliminate suspicious and dangerous people. As Haihan’s recruitment of immigrants in the Ming Dynasty continues to expand, no one can be sure about the Ming Dynasty.

Will the spy agency once again send people to infiltrate the immigrants and change their identities to work undercover in the areas under Haihan rule? In addition to the anti-espionage measures taken by the Ministry of Security, the registration work of the Ministry of Civil Affairs is also a very important link in the stage of introducing immigrants.

.Since the Haihan Security Department has Li Qingyang, a former Jinyiwei officer who abandoned the dark and turned to the light, as a special adviser, the identification ability has been greatly improved during the immigration registration stage. Any token that can vaguely prove the identity of the Jinyiwei cannot escape the inspection at this stage.

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"My name is Sun Zhen, I'm nineteen years old, and I came alone." A strong young man announced his name blankly.

This Sun Zhen figure stood out among the refugees who were mostly skinny. The person in charge of registration couldn't help but look up at him and asked: "Have you ever served in the army or served as an errand before?"

Sun Zhen shook his head and stretched out his palms in front of the staff: "My family is farming in Dengzhou."

The staff looked at the calluses on his palms carefully before continuing to ask: "Are you the only one at home?"

Sun Zhen's eyes turned red and he nodded in response: "Kong Youde's soldiers came to the village to grab food, but I was the only one in the family who escaped..."

The staff member sighed slightly, stretched out his hand and handed him a bamboo tag wrapped in a hemp rope: "This is your identity tag. Hang it around your neck and do not take it off. You must rely on this to obtain food and shelter here, understand.

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Sun Zhen had attended private school for two years when he was a child, but he didn't even recognize any of the confusing characters printed on the bamboo sign. At the moment, he just nodded in confusion, thinking that this was probably Hai.

It’s the characters used by the Han people.

Of course, the text on the bamboo sign is not written in Chinese or Chinese, it is just Arabic numerals. The first and second digits indicate the immigration camp where you are located, the third and fourth digits indicate the team you belong to, and the last three digits are your personal number.

The code is the code name of the immigrant during his stay in Penghu. They must stay here for at least a month or more before they are assigned to the next real place to stay.

After registering, Sun Zhen followed the people in front of him and entered a large bathhouse made of bamboo and wood. There were several large pools two feet square lined up in a row. The refugees were removed one by one under the command of the staff.

They took off their clothes and went into the water to wash themselves in groups of ten.

The last time Sun Zhen took a bath was when the fleet docked at the mouth of the Yangtze River, he jumped into the river to wash himself briefly. After a dusty journey to Penghu, he already smelled bad, so he immediately took off his clothes and entered the pool. But the sea

The Han people's requirements for hygiene were obviously beyond his imagination. Not only did they require people in the pool to wash their bodies, but they also required all hair bundles to be taken apart and washed.

But Sun Zhen didn't think it mattered. After all, he felt comfortable after being clean. It wasn't the staff who blew the whistle and asked everyone in the pool to come out and queue up. He really wanted to soak in the water for a while longer. But when he got out

After entering the pool, I realized that my clothes were gone, and other people nearby had obviously noticed the same situation, and they all covered their lower bodies in panic and looked around.

"Don't be messy! Now let's ask the doctor to check your body. After the examination, you will be given new clean clothes to wear!" The staff loudly reprimanded this group of naked refugees.

Sure enough, people in white clothes soon began to examine their bodies one by one. Although Sun Zhen felt a little strange and awkward, he still accepted this arrangement. A very few people were singled out by the doctor, and there were some

He tried to refuse this choice, but soon police in black appeared in the bathhouse and quickly suppressed him.

When checking Sun Zhen's place, the doctor couldn't help but ask a question that Sun Zhen had been asked once before: "Have you been in the army? Have you practiced martial arts?"

Sun Zhen still shook his head and stretched out his hands to show the doctor his calluses: "I am a farmer."

The doctor squeezed his palm, looked at his figure, and couldn't help but praise: "It must be a good move!"

After the inspection, everyone got a set of gray coarse cloth clothes. Although the fabric was not very good, it was clean. However, because Sun Zhen was bigger than others, it seemed a bit tight when he put it on. Haihan people considered

It was very thoughtful, and everyone was given an extra piece of cloth to tie their hair. As the copper whistle sounded, these people were driven out of the bathhouse before they had time to dress up, because they had to let the next group of people in.

Cleaned.

"Stand according to the white line drawn on the ground, line up your team, and now I will take you to the station!"

As soon as the order from the front was finished, Sun Zhen saw policemen in black carrying sticks to "help" the refugees line up. Those who were slow to move and unresponsive would get sticks. Sun Zhen quickly stood on the ground.

Next to the white line, he lined up like this on the pier just now. Sure enough, when the Haihan policemen came to him, shouting and beating them, the stick did not fall on him.

When Sun Zhen was led into the immigrant camp on the island, he was really surprised. All the buildings in this camp had the same appearance, and they were all box-like houses.

At a glance, you can't see the end of the passage in the camp. And everyone in the camp is the same as the newcomers, wearing gray coarse clothes.

"There are ten people living in each house. Personal belongings for ten people have been prepared in the house. You can collect them by yourself. You are not allowed to occupy other people's belongings. Anyone who violates this rule will be detained! Everyone stays in the house. Someone will come here later.

I’m going to tell you the rules in the camp, so remember them all! If you can’t learn the rules, you won’t have a good life in the future!”

The staff member who led the team assigned Sun Zhen and the other ten people to a room. After giving a few concise instructions, he led the team to the next room. Sun Zhen saw that there were five bunk wooden beds in this room.

, there was not much space left to put a small wooden table and two chairs, and an earthen jar filled with water was placed on the table. There was a set of clothes that were the same as what they were wearing on each bed, which seemed to be for changing and washing.

There is also a large earthenware bowl and chopsticks, which are all their personal belongings.

There wasn't even a cabinet to store personal belongings in the house, but having said that, they really didn't have anything valuable on them, not even any loose money. The money and belongings they had on them would have been exchanged for food during the escape, if it hadn't been already

Desperate, how could these people follow a ship of unknown origin and go south to seek refuge with a group of overseas landowners they had never heard of just to have a bite to eat.

Seeing that the others were still stunned, Sun Zhen walked to the window and occupied a lower bunk: "I want this seat." After saying that, he took the earthen porcelain bowl on the bed and drank it from the water jug ​​on the table.

I poured a bowl of water, sat down on the edge of the bed, and drank by myself.

Seeing him looking so calm, others couldn't help but remind him: "Brother, the future is uncertain, how can you be so relaxed?"

Sun Zhen responded: "The Haihan people said that they would hire people to farm in the south with food and accommodation included. Not only can I farm, but I can also do it well. I don't have to worry about starving to death in the future. How can I be so relaxed?"

Another person continued: "When I was on the ship, I heard from the crew that these Haihan people are all strangers from overseas. Their living habits are very different from those of our Ming Dynasty. I'm afraid they are not that easy to get along with as my boss."

Sun Zhen said: "There are two people. As humans, we have to eat. If we want to eat, we have to plant crops. If I can grow crops, my boss will naturally give me a bite to eat. When I came here, I said that I would also take care of the food. Can I do that?"

Cash it in, we’ll find out later.”

While everyone was talking, a man in his thirties came in from the door. He was also dressed in gray clothes that were the same as them, except that he was wearing an aqua blue belt around his waist. After entering, this man bowed in a circle.

, and then introduced himself: "I am on Xiacheng Road. I came here a month earlier than you all. Now I am the manager of the second production brigade of the No. 1 Battalion. I am here to tell you the new brothers about the rules in this immigration camp. Do you have any questions?

If you don’t understand something, you can ask it later, and I will try my best to answer it later.”

Although no one knew what the position of "steward of the second production brigade of the No. 1 Battalion" was, it sounded like there was an official in this place, and they all called him "Manager Cheng" politely.

Or "Brother Cheng", and asked him to sit down and talk. However, there was obviously nothing in the room that could be used to entertain him. Finally, someone brought a bowl over, poured a bowl of water and put it on the table.

It's a show of respect.

Cheng Lu obviously did not object to this performance of the newcomers. He smiled and waited for everyone to complete the scene before continuing: "I am from Laiyang, Dengzhou. To be honest, before this war, I was considered a young man.

A country squire with property. However, two evil stars, Kong Youde and Li Jiucheng, caused trouble in Dengzhou. All my property was robbed, and the whole family almost died in the war. Later, I fled all the way to Huai'an Prefecture, where I met a nobleman who rescued me.

I have traveled all the way to Penghu. Although I don’t know where you are from, I believe that the brothers can gather here because of Kong Youde’s rebel army.”

Speaking of Kong Youde, the culprit, everyone was naturally gnashing their teeth. If his troops had not rebelled, Shandong would not have suddenly broken out into chaos, and these people present would not have to leave their homes and come to this southern island to live under someone else's roof.

Even Sun Zhen, who had a dull temper, cursed a few words bitterly.

Cheng Lu obviously had a lot of tricks up his sleeve. He waited quietly for everyone to express their emotions before continuing: "Kong Youde's people are destructive to all living beings, which is naturally hateful. However, at least our brothers have saved their lives from the war. Although this place is worse than

I don’t know my hometown, but I can tell you brothers that working under the Haihan people is not a bad thing. If you are interested in listening, I will pick up some things I know and share them with my brothers."

"We are new here and don't understand anything. Please tell me, Manager Cheng." Naturally, curious people spoke up to support Cheng Lu.

Cheng Lu then said: "It is said that these Haihan people are the descendants of merchants who went overseas during the Han Dynasty. Their country is tens of thousands of miles away from the Ming Dynasty. Although the number of these Haihan people who came to the Ming Dynasty is not large, they are good at commerce and trade.

In just a few years, a huge situation has been established in Guangdong. I heard from the sailors traveling here that Qiongzhou Island in Guangdong is now almost entirely decided by the Haihan people."

Everyone seemed to have heard of Qiongzhou Island, but everyone was at a loss as to where and how big it was. Cheng Lu seemed to have expected this reaction, so he went on to explain: "Qiongzhou Island is located south of Guangdong and Guangxi.

In the sea, with a radius of about 500 miles, it is the largest island in the Ming Dynasty. There are hundreds of thousands of residents on the island. It used to be a place where hard labor prisoners were sent into exile, but it is said that it has now become the most prosperous place in the South China Sea. The people on the island

, all working and farming for the Haihan people, it can be called a wonder of the South."

Someone asked: "Why are the Haihan people so flamboyant in the local area not afraid of official censure?"

Cheng Lu said with a smile: "If you have money, you can sell it to others. I think the local adults have already knelt down in front of the Haihan people's gold and silver mountains. The imperial court is so far away that it can't control Qiongzhou Island."

Someone with a quick mind has already thought of it and asked: "What about Penghu Island?"

"The islands within a few dozen miles of the sea are now under the jurisdiction of the Haihan people, and the Fujian government does not interfere in the affairs here." Of course Cheng Lu also knew what the man wanted to ask, and before he could finish the question,

The answer has already been revealed: "The Haihan people have great influence in Fujian. The Fujian government has given Haihan the management of the Penghu Islands, but they are only nominally under the jurisdiction of the Ming Dynasty."

"Manager Cheng, do you think these Haihan people, who have spent money and food to bring so many people from the north, really intend to let these people farm for them in the south?" Another person raised a question that he was concerned about. After arriving here,

How to survive is probably a question common to all immigrants who have just arrived in Penghu.
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