"Of course I'm on the side of the soldiers. It's them who are bleeding and sweating for the great cause of crossing. We can't cold their hearts!" Ma Qianzhu did not hesitate, "But I understand what you mean: our own butts are not clean either.
." He smiled sarcastically, "Actually, according to me, this kind of thing is not a big deal at all. The main thing is you - you have to flirt with the feudal landlords all day long."
Wu De laughed dryly and said nothing. Ma Jia also remained reserved and silent. He never participated in such politically inclined topics.
"I think since it is inconvenient to carry out direct confiscation-style nationalization, we should carry out redemption-style nationalization. The slaves who perform well and are willing to work with us for a long time will be redeemed by us at our expense." Ma Qianxu finished his complaint and said.
Wu De nodded, this is probably the only way to get the best of both worlds.
Only then did Ma Jia put forward his opinion: "The redemption system will not harm the interests of both parties. The price of the redemption is divided into several grades according to the slave's age and gender. The price can be unified based on the market conditions.
"Landlords are not allowed to bargain." Ma Qianzhu said, "We must set a maximum price. A girl is worth a hundred taels. This is not acceptable."
"Strictly speaking, this is a compulsory redemption. The owner of the family has to agree whether he is willing or not. The price is actually symbolic," Ma Jia said.
"Fugitive slave——"
"Of course we don't care about the escaped slave. By default, he is a free man. Otherwise, what should we do - send him back to his master?"
"Of course not," Wu De said. "As long as a fugitive slave from other places becomes a person in our system, we will not recognize his past slave status."
"As for the local escaped slaves," he continued, "just redeem them as you just said."
"You can set a pursuit period - for example, one year. If the owner comes to pursue you within one year, we will pay for his redemption according to the policy. If the time limit is exceeded, the deed will be invalid." Ma Jia said.
"This is good and well-founded." Wu De agreed.
"It's up to you. As long as our red flag does not fall in Bairen City, you can set any legal terms." Ma Qianzhu said nonchalantly.
The vest came out of the Executive Committee Courtyard and returned to the café on the farm. The people in the Law Club were buried in their files, flipping through books and writing documents. Occasionally, someone was whispering to each other and discussing something. The table was piled with scrolls and document bags.
, ink bottle, unwashed pen nib, and ink stone - the dip pen is now dipped in Songyan ink bought from Guangzhou. Modernity and tradition have a perfect cooperation here.
Empty kvass cans, wine bottles, cups, clay ashtrays filled with cigarette butts and plates with leftover food were strewn everywhere. It was like a garbage dump.
"Thank you for your hard work, everyone!" Ma Jia greeted, "How's the progress?"
Anxi responded: "It's almost over. There are still a few documents that will be ready soon."
"Everyone, come on, those merchants have been in Bopu for more than a week. Now that everything is over, we can let them go." While giving encouragement to everyone, Ma Jia poured himself a small glass of rum and drank it.
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"So, the Maritime Law has been officially approved?"
"Yes, passed. It's not easy!"
The people who were working hard let out a small cheer.
An Xi said: "Everyone is still worried while working today. If it fails or major modifications are required, a lot of the things we have done here will be in vain."
"There are still some modifications and adjustments, but they are generally within our expectations." Ma Jia said, "It may involve some small modifications. The case of the five-masted ship needs to be modified." He picked up something from his school bag.
He took out a document and said, "There are more than twenty modifications."
"Okay, we'll correct it right away."
The vest nodded. The stimulating effect of the strong alcohol made him sweat, and then he felt exhausted. Last night, he was exhausted from three hours of continuous discussion of the "Maritime Law" in the executive committee meeting room last night.
.Many members of the Executive Committee are strongly opposed to the provisions contained therein.
He had originally estimated that this kind of matter involving the redistribution of interests would definitely not be passed easily. Although the leaders of some departments may not directly oppose it themselves, they would definitely send people to "fire" fiercely. If he would
If he loses, there will be no hope for subsequent votes. Therefore, before the meeting, Majia mobilized all members of the Law Club to conduct a mock question and answer session on every opinion that may be raised by various departments.
"We must absolutely avoid being asked questions at meetings, and our answers must be completely logically defensible," Ma Jia said at the preparatory meeting.
Fortunately, in terms of logic and critical thinking skills, law graduates still have certain advantages. The preparation is perfect, but there are many capable people in the world. The Crossing Group is no exception. At the meeting, Ma Jia could tell
Several committee members came well prepared, and they seemed to have expert guidance behind them. If they had not done enough homework, Ma Jia would not have dared to say that he would have taken advantage of this internal discussion.
Until the final voting results came out, he did not dare to say that his plan would definitely pass.
The rescued traders and sailors who were rescued on the five-masted ship and temporarily detained in Bopu have spent seven or eight days in anxiety. After these people came ashore, they were treated fairly well. Someone took them to take a bath and change clothes.
They settled into a large rectangular house. They also brought several large buckets of ginger soup to ward off the cold. Many of their belongings were returned to them, but they lived in a crowded place. There have been storms at sea recently.
Many fishermen came to take shelter from the wind, and more than 40 people lived in the house that originally accommodated 20 people. They also provided two meals of hot porridge every day. The rice was brown rice, but it did not contain any impurities, and the supply pipe was open.
These people are not allowed to leave the room except to go to the toilet. There is a sentry guarding the door. Anyone who goes out to use the toilet must get a "toilet ticket" from the sentry at the door before they can go out.
Even if they can go out, all they can see is a courtyard paved with bricks and stones. There are several similar houses in the courtyard, all of which seem to be full of people. The courtyard is surrounded by a bamboo fence with densely packed long bamboo fences.
It is full of thorny creeping plants. The entrance and exit gates of the yard are also guarded by sentries, and bonfires are lit at night. It feels like entering a large prison along the way.
In fact, the place where they stayed was the Bobu Port Detention Center, which was specially designed to accommodate fishermen, sailors and merchants who were stranded here for a short period of time due to shelter from the wind, shipwrecks and other reasons. The centralized management of them was for quarantine and espionage reasons.
consider.
This situation made them very uneasy - could it be that they had become "fat sheep" and the people who rescued them from the pirates were another group of pirates? Looking at the soldiers carrying muskets outside the house, it was indeed possible.
.Thinking of such a terrible prospect, some people lamented the misfortune of their lives. Some small traders calculated that being robbed by pirates had already caused heavy losses. If they were extorted for ransom again, they would lose everything. They could not help but sigh all day long.
They already knew from the person responsible for the management of the temporary detention center: This is Lingao, and they are under the control of the Australians. People in the coastal areas of Guangdong have heard of the reputation of the Australians, and most people know what they are like.
He often does what others can't do, but he didn't expect that fighting can be so powerful! Thinking about this group of overseas visitors who don't know what to do with themselves, the victims are all uneasy. Some people want to spend money to find out the news, but they get nothing.
There were also sentries standing guard, and they all completely ignored the bribes. The way they refused to accept the bribes and remained silent made everyone even more anxious.
The breakfast that was delivered early that morning was particularly good. In addition to the porridge being mixed with a lot of fish, meat and shellfish, vegetables were also added. After finishing the meal, someone came to notify them to pack their luggage.
"Well, Mr. Chen, why are you asking us to pack our luggage?" someone asked inside.
"It's a good thing. Congratulations to everyone." The person called Chen Tou is an old man among the immigrants. His name is Chen Zhonghuan. He is the first batch of mainland immigrants from Guangdong to Lingao after D-Day. Because he was born as a fisherman, his household registration is in
Chen Zhonghuan came to Bopu Commune. When Chen Zhonghuan came to Gao, he fell seriously ill and was dying. He was saved by doctors from the Ministry of Health. From then on, he regarded the "Australians" as his benefactors and was very active in everything he did. Because of his old age and weak strength,
Wu De asked him to do a casual job, specializing in managing the temporary detention house at the port.
These words made a group of people look pale. Chen Zhonghuan thought he was someone similar to an innkeeper, but this group of people regarded him as a prison boss. Saying congratulations was the most taboo in the prison, as once he said this, he would send someone to the West!
What's worse is that the breakfast this morning was particularly rich. This was originally Wu De's good intention - to let the victims of the pirates eat better before leaving and leave a good impression on the crossing group. Unexpectedly, it was seen.
It became a "dead meal". The room immediately became a mess. Some people were crying, some were shouting, and some people fainted on the spot. Chen Zhonghuan looked stunned and shook his hands wildly: "Everyone is hysterical? He will be on his way home after a while.
, why are you crying?"
The four words "on the road home" deepened the misunderstanding and made the scene more chaotic. Despair is contagious. This group of people had narrowly escaped death at sea, and after being rescued, they have been worried about their future. Now they heard that they were going to be rescued.
Going out to be executed, the long-accumulated pressure burst out together, followed by a scream from someone unknown:
"I don't want to die!" Suddenly there was a cry in the room.
"No one wants to die -" Chen Zhonghuan was startled, wondering why such a fuss had happened.
But no matter how he shouted to explain, his voice was drowned in the shouts and cries of dozens of people. Chen Zhonghuan was so frightened that he quickly called the soldiers standing guard outside the door. The soldiers with sharp bayonets entered.
The people inside became more and more desperate - everyone thought they were ready to take action. Some simply knelt on the ground motionless, preparing to be killed; some slammed into the wall; others casually grabbed the people next to them.
A fight broke out, and the weak people were trampled under their feet, screaming in pain, and some were already bleeding... The scene was chaotic.
"Oops! This is the camp roar!" The sentry who came in was none other than Huang Ande. Since he followed Liu San back to Lingao, Wu De saw that he was tall and strong and had a military background, so he let him go back to his old job.
.Huang Ande took care of himself as soon as he came. Now Huang Ande is still an educational soldier undergoing training in the recruit training camp. Today is his turn to stand guard at the detention center.
"What are you laughing at?" Chen Zhonghuan asked anxiously.
"It's Ying Xiao!" Huang Ande was a soldier and knew the horror of this matter.
The so-called "camp roar" mostly occurs in places like military camps or prisons. There are many people, the living space is small, and the entire group is usually under great mental pressure and is on the verge of collapse. Once someone screams due to a nightmare, it often triggers other people to scream.
The chain reaction caused the entire group to fall into a state of hysteria and even kill each other, causing countless casualties and serious consequences.
Huang Ande had seen the roar of the camp when he was a soldier in Shandong. When the chaos broke out, let alone a few soldiers, even the generals and generals could not suppress it. Even if they rushed in, let alone stopping them, they would probably only die if they rushed in!
"Quick, come out." Huang Ande quickly dragged Chen Zhonghuan out of the house, and another sentry also ran out quickly, his face turned pale with fear.
Huang Ande took the men back a dozen steps, took the bullets from his waist and loaded the flash cap in one go - he was the most proficient in this set of loading procedures broken down into twenty-five movements among the training soldiers in this period.
Holding the loaded gun, I calmed down. Remembering the emergency training I learned before standing guard, I shouted to Chen Zhonghuan, who was in a daze:
"Go and sound the alarm!"
"I'll go!" The old man's legs and feet suddenly became more flexible, and he actually ran back and forth all the way.
The education soldier standing with him was trembling as he loaded bullets. He loaded the bullet several times without putting on the flash cap.
"Don't panic!" Huang Ande talked to him in order to appease his emotions, "What's your name?"
"Money—money—lots of money!"
"It seems you don't have much money." Huang Ande said jokingly.
"Yes, yes. A poor man." Qian Duo calmed down a little and finally put on the flash cap. "What should I do if they rush out? Are they going to shoot?"
"It's okay, they won't rush out." Huang Ande knew that Ying Xiao often fought with each other on the spot and rarely ran around.
At this time, the alarm bell rang. This place was not far from the isolation and quarantine camp. An infantry company equipped with riot control equipment stationed here by the Army heard that something had happened at the detention center and immediately dispatched an infantry platoon.
From a distance, Huang Ande saw more than 30 people wearing rattan helmets and rattan armor, holding bamboo sticks and rattan plaques, shouting slogans and running in formation. Chen Zhonghuan quickly ran up and pointed something at the officer leading the team.
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"Attention! Prepare tear gas!" Under the command of a platoon leader, a squad holding a disposable grenade quickly ran over and spread out in a horizontal line.
"Don't use tear gas!" Huang Ande had studied in weapons class and knew that it was filled with pepper, which was a so-called "non-lethal" weapon for riot control. But Ying Xiao was not an ordinary riot, and using it would not only fail to disperse
The effect of the crowd would instead cause greater chaos. He hurried up and, in a hurry, forgot about the military salute he had learned, and directly gave the platoon leader a thousand words, "Sir! It's not necessary!"
The platoon leader was startled: "Who are you?"
"I am the sentinel here." Huang Ande waved his hands anxiously, "This is a camp roar! Once the tear gas is fired, it will become more chaotic inside, and many people will die!"
Seeing that the platoon leader was still hesitating, Huang Ande said loudly: "I have been a soldier in the past. I have to rush in first to suppress it!"
The platoon leader was not a soldier of the Ming Army and did not know what "camp roaring" meant. However, seeing his solemn expression and saying that many people would die if tear gas was used, he ordered not to use tear gas and sent people to rush in to suppress it.
"Group two, and when you see one person, pull out another person." The platoon leader directed.
With the quick intervention of riot control infantry, the commotion in the detention center calmed down after more than ten minutes. But the tragedy had already been caused. Three people were seriously injured in the commotion, and almost all of them were injured.
Wu De, who hurried over, looked at the wounded people being carried out with blood all over their faces, and his face turned pale. This was the first time he had encountered such a strange thing.
Chen Zhonghuan was so frightened that he knelt down in front of Wu De: "Master Wu - Chief Wu - Xiao, I didn't say anything -"
"Get up." Wu De waved his hand, "This is not your responsibility."
"It was you who said just now that this is called camp roaring and that tear gas should not be used?" Wu De walked up to Huang Ande.
"Yes, it's the little one——"
"You're a soldier!"
"Yes! Education soldier Huang Ande! That's what I said!" Huang Ande quickly followed what he learned in the recruit training, raised his head and raised his chest and said loudly.
"How do you know this is Yingxiao?"
"Yes, I used to be a soldier in Shandong, and there were camp roars in the camp! I've seen it before."
"Okay, you handled it well!" Wu De said to the cadets beside him, "Tell Wei Aiwen that the education soldier Huang Ande handled the emergency situation well, and give him a credit!"
"Thank you, chief!" Huang Ande said loudly, giving an unusual military salute.
Jiang Qiuyan also arrived. As a psychologist, he is very interested in mass mental illness such as "Yingxiao". Of course, there is also an element of pragmatism in this: the size of the army of time-travelers is increasing day by day.
, the quarantine camp is always crowded with thousands of people. Once an incident like the camp roar occurs, the consequences will be disastrous.
As soon as he arrived, he called Chen Zhonghuan, Huang Ande and others aside to inquire about the situation. He also interrogated a few participants - these people collapsed on the ground exhausted after venting just now. Now I heard that the Australians did not want them
I felt relieved because of my life plan. But no one could explain what happened at that moment, and their minds went blank.
"It's caused by excessive mental pressure," Jiang Qiuyan said, "a concentrated release of accumulated stress."
"Are you stressed? I kept giving them good food and drinks after landing."
"It's true that it's delicious and delicious, but it's easy for people to accumulate stress in a strange environment. Moreover, the living space is a bit crowded." Jiang Qiuyan said, "I gave them some opium tincture to let them live well again.