The journey was uneventful, and the Dongshanju left Kaohsiung for Shanghai. It sold some goods in Shanghai, purchased a large amount of cotton cloth and grain, and then headed to Longkou. After selling in Longkou, Hu turned around and returned, stopping at several ports during the period. It was already the end of January 1634 when we arrived at Lingaobopu Port. <Binghuo#中文 www..com
Although Lin Ming has been obsessed with Lingao in the past few years and has always paid attention to collecting information about Lingao, this is the first time he has returned to Lingao. Standing on the deck, I saw the port getting closer and closer to me, the stone trestle stretching into the sea as wide as a street, the tall crane, the "automatic car" that was smoking and spitting fire on the track pulling the carriage... Finally There was also the "big iron ship" of the Kun thief. He originally thought that these things would not surprise him too much - in the past few years, he had heard too many people say that these things could only be excused by the "power of ghosts and gods" A miracle, and he himself had secretly snooped around the construction site of Guangzhou World, and had seen similar things. However, when the port under the rule of the Kun thieves actually appeared in front of him, his breath was held for a moment. The scene in front of him was a world beyond the scope of his understanding.
Chimneys large and small spewed black smoke into the air, and white steam spewed out with the low impact of iron tools, filling the sky above the pier like a layer of light clouds. Various cranes, pipes, and tracks criss-crossed, whistles and whistles Sharp whistling, one after another.
"It's like arriving in the Kingdom of Lions and Camels, with all the demons dancing wildly!" Lin Ming couldn't help but have such an association.
The harbor was full of ships. The Dongshanju was flying the Lingao sailing flag. It was not the first time she came to the harbor. Tsuna was already familiar with the situation and quickly contacted a tugboat. Tow the Dongshanju to the berth and dock.
As soon as the ship stopped, a small boat was already coming towards the Dongshanju with black smoke. Several people on board were wearing the official uniforms of the thief - Lin Ming knew that this was called "uniform", and all the thief's men were "official" "Everyone wears this. It was routine for them to come to the ship, but it was also their first test.
If you can't even pass this level. Sneaking into Lingao to find my sister-in-law to collect intelligence is just an empty talk. I'd better go home early in the morning.
Liu Deshan and Chen Huamin, along with the main stewards on the ship, were already waiting on the deck to greet them. Lin Ming pretended to be working beside the mast and peeked at what was going on on the deck.
I saw the thieves in the small boat getting on the boat. As the rumors said, all of them had hair like monks. They probably felt that it was indecent to be bare-headed. Therefore, everyone who is a "businessman" wears a hat, some are made of rattan like a soup pot, and some are simple cloth hats with a long brim sticking out in front of the forehead. In Lin Ming's opinion, it was really weird.
The clothes on his body are also tight, and there is a belt around his waist. It can be seen that the "public uniforms" are all made of cloth. They are all of the same color. Not only do they not have silk, let alone patchwork, they don't even have basic decorations - worse than the officials on duty at the yamen gate. At any rate, their hats are even decorated with a bird feather. When it comes to decoration, it can only be said that they are small colorful pieces of cloth on their collars and a row of numbers sewn on their chests - Lin Ming knows that they are called Arabic numerals, and there are two Chinese characters below the numbers: "Port Affairs".
As for the belt, although it was leather, it didn't look like valuable fur. It's just an ordinary cowhide. There was an air of poverty all over his body, but the black curved handle exposed from the triangular leather case on his belt was very majestic. Lin Ming knew that it was the thief's "self-generated gun". It is the most powerful military weapon.
With such a powerful firearm, there are actually a few small "officials" hanging on his waist. This thief is really extravagant. Lin Ming thought that ever since he went to work at Baihu Station, the weapons issued by the imperial court were not suitable for use. The swords he received had bad steel rims, and some of the hilts and blades were not securely installed. A slight collision will lead to separation. It's not as useful as the stuff from hundreds of years ago that's in stock. Foshan is an easy place to say: in the peaceful world, even if there are some bandits and pirates, most of them don't need the Jin Yiwei to take action. Occasionally, I don’t need to use a knife or a gun when I go out on errands, but my brothers from the north do. They all complained that they had to buy their own weapons when going out on errands, otherwise they would have to take advantage of them when they were desperate.
While I was sighing, I heard a few words from the conversation between the captain and the thief:
"...Are there any immigrants on board?"
"No, they are all my own guys." This was Chen Huamin's voice.
Suddenly, Manager Liu's voice came in: "Yes, there is one. Didn't the young man who got on board the boat say he wants to find a way out in Lingao?"
Lin Ming knew that this was about him, and couldn't help but secretly complain. He originally planned to get off the boat quietly, then blend in with the crowd and stay quietly, but he didn't expect that Manager Liu would stab him out.
He secretly cursed in his heart: "I will never die", but I didn't dare to move. I continued to do my own thing and continued to listen carefully.
"Since there is an immigrant, let's ask him to come and register. We will arrange for him to disembark for quarantine in the next few days."
"Yes, I'll call him right now." Manager Liu raised his throat as he spoke, "Young boy! Young boy!"
Lin Ming naturally couldn't pretend to be deaf, so he had to act confused and hurried over:
"Manager Liu, did you call me?"
"Young man, don't you want to come to Gao to find a way out? Register with these people quickly. Once registered, you will be considered an immigrant. Australians are responsible for food, food and housing." Manager Liu said with a smile.
"This..." Lin Ming groaned secretly. He already knew the tricks of the thief Kun. If he really wanted to register, the next step would be to enter some kind of "Jinghua Camp", where he would shave his head, take a shower, spread his buttocks and look at the anus. He would have to stay there. He was "in jail" for more than a month. There was no freedom of movement for at least two or three months. How could this be done? Besides, how could I go back to Foshan after shaving my hair? That would not be ironclad evidence of Toun Kun!
He quickly said with a smile on his face: "Everyone knows this! My parents take care of my body and skin. The younger ones don't dare to shave their heads. They just want to make a living in Lingao..."
One of the thieves interrupted him: "I understand what you mean! Don't worry, our Senate doesn't force people to shave their heads. It's just that you don't want to shave your head. Even if you don't join the army, you can't recruit workers. I think you speak politely. , probably a scholar..."
Manager Liu interjected: "Master, you are very discerning: this young man has read poetry and books, can write and do calculations, and can also play chess well."
The port manager nodded: "You are a scholar and educated person. You can become a cadre in just a few months here. Why do you have to work hard as a hawker for a few hairs? It's not worth it!"
Lin Ming was very good at his work. He wiped his eyes and said: "The boss has good intentions, and I also understand that every word of wisdom is good. But I don't dare to disobey the saint's teachings. My parents died early, so I ask the boss to help me." A heart of filial piety..." He started to cry as he spoke.
He was sincere and moved the other party. The port manager waved his hand and said: "You are a grown man, why are you crying? Since you are so filial and don't want to shave your head, just don't shave it. Anyway, we are here voluntarily. I just feel that Pity."
Lin Ming quickly lowered his head and said, "Thank you, sir, for fulfilling my filial piety!"
"But even if you don't want to shave your head, you still have to register and get a certificate, otherwise you won't be able to make a living in Lingao." The port manager said, opening the folder and taking out a quill, "Would you like to register first, your name?"
"Lin Min."
"age……"
The port attendant roughly asked about his name, age, place of origin, and where he came from. After registering them one by one, he asked him to take his fingerprints. Finally, he tore off a piece of paper and handed it to him:
"After the quarantine period is over, go to the customs building within three days -" he said, pointing towards the towering bell tower by the harbor. "Go to the immigration registration office to register and collect the certificate. Remember to go on time!"
"Yes, yes, I understand, little one."
Lin Ming nodded and bowed as he took it. He took it and saw that it had a "Temporary ID Card Application Form" printed on it. Below it was a printed format: a string of Arabic numerals, with his name already written on it, and which ship he was coming from. and other information. It can be seen from the large official seal on the saddle that these are the upper and lower couplets. The upper couplet must have been left in the hands of the so-called "port affairs" of the Kun thieves.
After handling the immigration matters, the port staff checked the weapons and gunpowder on the ship one by one to see if the rewards had been awarded, and randomly inspected the goods according to the cargo manifest. Although there is a customs in Lingao, the tariffs implemented are very low. Many goods have zero tariffs, so the inspection of smuggling is not strict. After the inspection, there is a routine routine of spraying disinfectants for disinfection. However, there have been no recent reports of disease outbreaks in the ports Dongshanju sailed through, and the quarantine procedures are relatively simple.
Seeing the port manager disembarking from the ship and leaving, Manager Liu walked over and shook his head: "What a pity, what a pity. People value you very much..."
"The little one really can't bear it..."
"I know, I know." Manager Liu nodded and said, "Everyone has his own ambitions. We can't get off the ship right now, so I'll ask you to stay with me, this old man, on the ship for a few more days. The wages will be paid to you by then."
Only then did Lin Ming realize that he could not get off the ship yet and would have to go through a "quarantine period" of several days. During this period, no one was allowed to get off the ship. The health of the personnel was reported to the patrol ship every day. If anyone was sick, he had to report it immediately and a doctor would be sent to the shore immediately. look.
"This Australian is so kind and cares about medical treatment..."
Manager Liu laughed a few times: "Young man, what do you know? They are afraid of spreading the plague! So no one is allowed to get off the ship. If someone really gets sick, we all have to go to the 'Jinghua Camp' - then I don't care about you. If you are not filial, you will have to shave your head, bathe every day, and eat gruel for several months. Maybe even the ship and its cargo will be dragged out to sea and burned!"
Lin Ming was startled: "Is it really that serious?"
"Of course, nowadays, there are so many people coming and going in Lingao, but the epidemic rarely spreads. It depends on this system. Although it is a bit unreasonable, it is very useful!" (To be continued)
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