"Of course we are on the side of the soldiers. [No pop-up novel website] It is they 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 problem at all. The main thing is you - you have to fight 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 Qianzhu said after finishing his complaint.
Wu De nodded. This was probably the only way to get the best of both worlds.
Ma Jia then expressed his opinion: "The redemption system will not harm the interests of both parties. The price of the redemption is divided into several levels according to the slave's age and gender. The price will be unified after taking into account the market conditions.
"Landlords and rich men are not allowed to bargain." Ma Qianzhu said, "We must set a maximum price. A girl worth one hundred taels 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 runaway 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 of the family comes to pursue him within one year, we will pay for his redemption according to the policy. If the time expires, the deed will be invalid." Ma Jia said.
"This is good. It's reasonable 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 compound and returned to the farm cafe. People in the Law Club were burying files, flipping through books, writing documents, and occasionally someone was whispering to each other to discuss something. The table is piled with paper rolls, document bags, ink bottles, unwashed pen nibs, and inkstones - the dip pen is now dipped in Songyan ink bought from Guangzhou. Modernity and tradition are perfectly combined here. Cooperation.
Empty jugs of kvass, wine bottles, cups, clay ashtrays stuffed with cigarette butts and plates with leftover food were strewn everywhere. It's 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. .
"So, the Maritime Law has been officially approved?"
"Yes, passed. It's not easy!"
There was a small cheer from those who were working hard.
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 took a few things 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 all over, followed by a feeling of weakness. He was exhausted from three consecutive hours of article-by-article discussion of the Maritime Law in the Executive Committee meeting room last night. Many members of the Executive Committee were vehemently opposed to its provisions.
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 will definitely send people to "open fire" fiercely. If they lose at the hearing stage, there will be no hope for subsequent votes. Therefore, before the meeting, Majia mobilized all members of the Law Club to conduct a mock Q&A 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 was preparing.
Fortunately, in terms of logic and thinking ability. Students who have graduated from law majors still have certain advantages. The preparation is perfect, but there are many capable people in the world. The Traveling Group is no exception. At the meeting, Ma Jia could see that several committee members came well prepared, and they seemed to have expert guidance behind them. If he had not done enough homework, Ma Jia would not have dared to say that he could take 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 sent to Bopu for temporary detention have spent seven or eight days in anxiety. After these people came ashore, they were treated fairly well. Someone took them to take a shower and change clothes. Settled to live in a large rectangular house. He also brought several large buckets of ginger soup to ward off the cold. Many of my belongings were returned to me, but the place I lived in was rather crowded - there were recent storms at sea, and many fishermen came to take shelter. More than 40 people lived in the house that originally housed 20 people. Hot porridge is also provided for two meals a day. The rice is brown rice, but it does not contain any impurities, and the supply is open and full.
These people are not allowed to leave the room except to go to the bathroom. There is a sentry guarding the door. Anyone who goes out to use the restroom must ask the sentry at the door for "toilet chips" before they can go out.
Even if they could go out, all they could see was a yard paved with bricks and stones. There were several similar houses in the yard, all of which seemed to be full of people. The courtyard is surrounded by a bamboo fence, which is densely covered with thorny climbing plants. The entrance and exit gates in the courtyard are also guarded by sentries, and bonfires are lit at night. It feels like entering a big 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 reasons such as shelter from the wind and shipwrecks. They are placed under centralized management for quarantine and espionage reasons.
This situation made them very uneasy - could it be that they had become the "fat sheep" and the people who rescued them from the pirates were another group of pirates? Looking at the soldiers carrying gunshots outside the house, it is 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, and they couldn't help but sigh all day long.
They already know from the people 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. Most people know that their goods are often unstoppable, but they didn't expect them to be so powerful in war! Thinking about this group of overseas visitors who didn't know what to do with themselves, the victims were all uneasy. Some people wanted to spend money to get information, but found nothing. Whether it was the person in charge or the sentry on guard, they completely ignored the bribe. The way he refused to accept bribes and said nothing made everyone even more worried.
The breakfast delivered early that morning was particularly good. In addition to the porridge, there was a lot of fish, meat and shellfish, and vegetables were also added. After finishing the meal and cleaning up, someone came to notify them to pack their luggage.
"Here, Mr. Chen, why are you asking us to pack our luggage?" someone asked inside.
"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 immigrants from Guangdong to Lingao after the D-Day. Because he was born a fisherman, his household registration was in Bobu 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 "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 an idle job, specializing in managing the temporary detention house at the port.
These words made all the people look pale. Chen Zhonghuan thought he was someone similar to an innkeeper. But this group of people regarded him as the prison leader. Saying congratulations is the most taboo thing in prison. Once you say this, you will send someone to heaven!
What's worse is that the breakfast this morning was very rich. This was originally Wu De's good intention - to let them, the victims of pirates, eat better before leaving and leave a good impression on the crossing group. Unexpectedly, he was regarded as a "decapitated meal". The room immediately became a mess, with some crying, some shouting, and some fainting on the spot. Chen Zhonghuan looked stunned and shook his hands wildly: "Everyone is hysterical? They will be on their way home in a while. Why are you crying?"
The words "on the road to go 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 had been worried about their future. Now that they heard that they were going to be taken out and executed, the long-standing pressure burst out together, and an unknown person screamed:
"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 much 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 in the soldiers standing guard outside the door. The entry of soldiers with bright bayonets made the people inside more and more desperate - everyone thought they were ready to take action, so some simply knelt on the ground motionless, ready to be killed; some slammed into the wall; some Then they randomly grabbed the people next to them and started fighting. The weak people were trampled under their feet and screamed in pain. Some people were 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 receiving 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. I know how terrible this is.
The so-called "camp howls" mostly occur in places like military camps or prisons. There are so many people, the living space is small, and the entire group is usually under great mental stress and is on the verge of collapse. Once someone screams due to a nightmare, it will often trigger a chain reaction of other people, causing the entire group to fall into a state of hysteria, and even kill each other, resulting in countless deaths and injuries, and the consequences are very serious.
Huang Ande had seen the roar of the camp when he was a soldier in Shandong. When the chaos broke out, not to mention a few soldiers, even the generals and soldiers could not suppress it. Don't even try to stop the few of them. I'm afraid they will only die if they rush in!
"Quick, come out." Huang Ande quickly dragged Chen Zhonghuan out of the house. Another sentry also ran out quickly, his face turned pale with fear.
Huang Ande took the people back a dozen steps. He took the bullets from his waist and loaded the flash cap in one go - this loading procedure, broken down into twenty-five movements, was the most proficient among the training soldiers in this period.
Holding the loaded gun, I also made up my mind. Remembering the training on handling emergency matters that he learned before taking up the post, he shouted to Chen Zhonghuan, who was at a loss:
"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? 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.
Then the alarm bells rang. This place is not far from the isolation and quarantine camp. An infantry company equipped with riot control equipment of the Sixth Army stationed here heard that something happened at the detention center and immediately dispatched an infantry platoon.
From a distance, Huang Ande saw more than thirty people wearing rattan helmets and rattan armor, holding bamboo sticks and rattan plaques and running in formation, shouting slogans. Chen Zhonghuan quickly ran up and pointed something at the officer leading the team.
"Attention! Prepare for 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 the pepper contained in it was a so-called "non-lethal" weapon for riot control. But Ying Xiao is not an ordinary riot. Not only will it not be able to disperse the crowd, but it will cause even greater chaos. He hurried up, and in his hurry, he forgot the military salute he had learned, and directly gave the platoon leader a thousand, "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 tear gas would kill many people, he ordered not to use tear gas and sent people to rush in to suppress it.
"Work in groups of two. When you see one person, pull out another person." The platoon leader directed.
Under the quick intervention of riot control infantry. After more than ten minutes, the commotion in the detention center quieted down. But tragedy had been caused, three people were seriously injured in the commotion, and almost everyone was injured.
Wu De, who rushed over in a hurry, turned pale when he saw the injured being carried out with blood on his face and body. This is the first time I have encountered such a strange thing.
Chen Zhonghuan was so frightened that he knelt down in front of Wu De: "Master Wu - Mr. Wu - little one, I didn't say anything -"
"Get up." Wu De waved his hand, "This is not your responsibility."
"Thank you, sir." Chen Zhonghuan quickly stood up.
"Did you just say that this is called camp roaring and we don't want to use tear gas?" 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 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 was very interested in mass mental illness such as "Yingxiao". Of course, there was also an element of pragmatism in this: the size of the army of time-travelers was expanding day by day. , thousands of people are also gathered in quarantine camps at all times. Once something like this happened, the consequences would be disastrous.
As soon as he arrived, he called Chen Zhonghuan, Huang Ande and others aside to inquire about the situation. Several more participants were interrogated - these people collapsed on the ground exhausted after the previous ejaculation. Now that I heard that the Australians have no intention of killing them, I feel relieved. But no one could tell 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? You 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, they live in a crowded place." Jiang Qiuyan said, "I gave them some opium tincture to let them live well again. You'll be fine after some sleep.!~!
