To transport people and supplies, we have experienced the six-way migration of Goujiazhuang in the past. This time we decided to use all ships for sea transport to accumulate experience for the next large-scale sea transport of immigrants. [No pop-up novel website] i.bsp; "The navy can send a boarding boat." Chen Haiyang said, "Deng Yingzhou will be responsible for the material transportation tasks in Guangzhou, so we will not move for the time being."
"How much can Fubo transport?"
"There were about 70 to 80 people at a time." Chen Haiyang scratched on the notebook with a pencil and said, "It's less than when we climbed Yingzhou. The cannons and ammunition on Fubo took up a lot of the tonnage."
"Where are the 6 transport ships?"
"They are all small boats, and each boat can carry about 30 to 40 people." Chen Haiyang calculated, "We also seized two 200 material boats and five or six small boats in the village. These can be used, so the transportation capacity is not a problem. "
"How many days does it take to go on the sea?"
"If the sailing boat is more generous, it will take two days."
"What about food?"
"Cao Cao No. 5 is ready. This thing is strong enough and can be filled." Chen Haiyang was obviously not interested in dry and hard rice cakes.
"There is no problem in transporting people. The big ships can be transported in one wave. Ordinary people don't have much property to transport, but the wood, pig iron, flax, and tung oil here take up a lot of tonnage."
Xi Yazhou said: "I suggest that the troops of the Sixth Army should withdraw part of the army as soon as possible. Now there are 5 platoons and 3 guns coming out at once. My hometown is a bit empty."
Dongmen Chuiyu said: "Starting from tomorrow, every time a ship is evacuated, a squad will be arranged to go out with the ship, and the troops and escorts will be transported. Leave a platoon to wait for the new ship to be launched before evacuating. The problem is that Bopu has made arrangements. Really? More than 500 people are coming at once!"
"Wude has already made a plan. The houses are still being built. Let them live in the quarantine camp first - it is empty anyway."
"Will the use of Fubo here affect the defense of Bopu? The situation is very tight now." Wen Desi thought about it.
"There will be no problem if there are four fishing boats. They are all equipped with breech-loading guns. With high maneuverability, altitude, and high firepower, anyone who comes here is looking for death."
"Tomorrow, the first wave will transport away all the belongings of Lu and Lin." A smile appeared on Wen Desi's lips, "Leave Shipwright Zhang behind to continue building ships."
The next day, the entire Baitu was in a state of uproar, with adults shouting and children making noises everywhere, mixed with the cries of women. The travelers were well prepared, who would go first and who would go last? Give each person five colored pieces of paper.
There are many passages pulled out by ropes on the beach, and there are five-color flags marking the passages. People holding pieces of paper will definitely not make mistakes by looking at the colors and walking onto the boat. The ship specially brought hundreds of rattan baskets with straps and a large number of straw ropes for each family to use to pack luggage.
"Can I board your passenger ship with this old ticket..." Li Haiping hummed and stood on the back deck of Fubo, looking at the flow of people, old and young, in large and small bags, being urged by the soldiers. The next steps flowed slowly and with difficulty.
Lin Gonglao raised his head and looked at the "kun thief" who was humming a ditty. The ditty was as strange as the clothes they were wearing. The clan leader calls them "chief" and is very respectful - this is because he is afraid that these "kun thieves" have powerful firearms: just to build the fortress on the bayonet, and even to repair the belt and buy the cannon, the village spent no less than a few hundred taels of silver to guard the bayonet. The day laborers also spent a lot of money on them. The hundreds of local bandits who came to fight were not enough to look at, and they were beaten to death with just a few shots.
Now that I have been arrested, I don’t know what will happen next. Lin Gonglao was particularly upset about this. He is a member of the Lin family, and the patriarch is his uncle. He belongs to the generation that grew up in Baitu. He has never endured hardship since he was a child, and he belongs to the "ruling class" of the village. Like the second generation of the Lin and Lu families who grew up in the village, he has no interest in the craftsmanship of his father's generation and has only learned a few skills. On weekdays, he likes to dance with guns and sticks, and practice with day laborers. Anyone who didn't like him was taken to the Shenming Pavilion and tortured. He was walking sideways with all his majesty.
Obviously days like this will never happen again. The more he thought about it, the more annoyed he became. Suddenly someone hit him on the back. When he turned around, he saw it was Wang Sangou, a bachelor in his fifties. The clan took him in as a long-term worker. He was actually the Lin family. A servant shared by the entire clan.
He was already annoyed, but he was bumped by a slave again, and his back felt a dull pain. He couldn't help but vent all his anger on this unlucky guy. He raised his hand to mouth, and raised his leg to kick:
"You little coffin boy, do you have eyes?!"
This three-legged dog was covered in big bags and small baskets. He was walking step by step, but when he slapped and kicked him, his center of gravity was unbalanced and he immediately fell to the ground. Several young men and women from the Lin family around him laughed out loud when they saw how ridiculous he looked. The elders looked gloomy and hurriedly pulled away the laughing children.
Between the beating and scolding, the team was blocked and unable to move. The soldiers in front rushed over to provide guidance. Li Haiping could see clearly from the ship's rooftop and shook his head secretly. In a place as big as a hundred pictures, someone was arrogant and arrogant.
"Who is this person?" someone asked.
"It seems that he is from the Lin family. I heard that the boy is very bold and he is not willing to surrender when the clan leader comes out." Li Haiping said casually.
"Such an awesome person?"
After Lin Gonggao beat Wang Sangou, he felt better, and he kicked the old man several times in pursuit of the victory. When he was in high spirits, a big man broke into the team, carrying a stick.
"What's the fuss about?!" the big man scolded, "You have nothing to do to fight?"
"I don't dare, little one." Wang Sangou got up and begged for mercy, "No fight, no fight-"
After all, Lin Gonglao was young and vigorous, but suddenly he had not completed his role change. He said with a straight face: "I'm not going to beat up a slave--"
As he was talking, there was a buzzing sound on his head, and the world was spinning suddenly. When he came to his senses, he was already lying on the ground. There was a burning pain on his head, and a big bump had formed when he touched it. The "thief" was holding a stick and looking at him sideways.
"Do you understand being civilized and polite? I open my mouth and shut my mouth. You and your father are of the same generation?"
Lin Gonglao was so angry that he almost lost his temper, but the hero still understood not to suffer the immediate loss, climbed up quietly, and prepared to go there dejectedly.
"Stop!" The man's voice came from behind again. Lin Gonglao held back his anger and tried to look gentler:
"What's up?"
"You are so strong, help the old man carry things."
"!" Lin Gonggao just wanted to get angry, but the burning pain in his head reminded him that things are different now, so he had to go over and help Wang Sangou pick up a basket, and Wang Sangou shook his hand.
"Has all the food gone into the dog's belly?" The man's words were vicious and mean. "That's all you want, young man?"
Lin Gonglao silently picked up two more packages, thinking about the eighteen generations of ancestors of these thieves.
As he walked over with his head sullenly, a burst of laughter suddenly broke out around him. He knew without raising his head that these were not members of the Lin family, they must be part-time workers or the like. People who would not dare to raise their heads when seeing him with a smile on his face on weekdays now dare to laugh at him!
Full of resentment, I followed the flow of people to the trestle. There were many straw bags piled here, and I walked past one by one. He took it and opened it. Inside was a bamboo tube stuffed with a stopper, which seemed to be filled with water. A package wrapped in thick paper, torn open a little, is cake bait.
That's quite thoughtful. Lin Gonglao murmured in his heart and stroked the swelling on his head. What will happen in the future? He was a little scared and understood a simple truth - the world is not only as big as Baitu Village.
Zhou Dongtian returned to the ship deck triumphantly, and Li Haiping smiled: "You have a sense of justice, don't you?"
"This little brat, if you don't get rid of his arrogance, he will have to deal with things in the future. This world belongs to us!" Zhou Dongtian turned the stick in his hand quickly, "I'm going to be merciful, otherwise I'll let the outside world a little bit. You can’t even see the injuries, there are five kinds of injuries inside—”
"No, what's the use of throwing out a piece of trash?" Li Haiping muttered in his heart, why did the Executive Committee also bring in Zhou Laomao, who was engaged in printing? Isn't it just for interrogation? He lived in the same dormitory as Zhou Dongtian. He used to see him come back in the middle of the night. When asked what he was doing, he would not say anything but just smile. Later, he learned that the security team would transfer him to work every time he interrogated prisoners.
Wen Desi saw off the first fleet and took people to various places to inspect the windfall. There is a lot of wood, including camphor, fir and pine, with more than 500 roots; there are also hundreds of various hardwoods: Hainan sandalwood, Guangdong lychee wood and iron wood, and thousands of thick and thin bamboos. There are also various materials such as pig iron, tung oil, jute, white linen, brown wool, and oyster shells.
In the warehouse, he also saw various marine accessories, including several pairs of forged four-claw anchors. A large number of sails, ropes and nails. There are also many weapons. After inspection, Wen Desi found that the more than ten artillery pieces in the village were made in Britain. To be precise, they were cast by the East India Company. They were 24-pound naval guns, a short-barreled cannon unique to Britain. As for the musket that the prisoners said was difficult to use, it was a matchlock made in England. It seems that the British are very active in this area.
According to Zhang Shipiang, red-haired people sometimes come here to replenish fresh water and repair damage to the ship. They would pay with gunpowder, weapons, and silver.
"Can you repair red-haired boats?" Wen Desi asked.
"The shape of the red-haired boat is different from that of our country, but the boat is still a boat," Zhang Shipyard said respectfully. He is only in his early forties, not only has the best craftsmanship, can build large ships, but also has "a lot of ingenuity."
"Would you like to build a red-haired boat?"
"Sails -" he hesitated, "there are not so many cloths." After thinking for a moment, "There are also ropes on the sails. They are very complicated, but the manipulation is ingenious. No craftsman can do it." Don’t come out.”
"I know all this -"
Zhang Jiji glanced at the "Kun Ren" in front of him in surprise. Would such a pampered and pampered man do this?
"The little one is willing to give it a try."
"May I have your name?"
"A little cheap machine."
Wen De was stunned for a moment and then said with a smile: "Okay, it seems that you can live up to your reputation only when you come to our place."
