Great Qing Dynasty talker

Chapter 579: The Immigration Experience of a Migrant Brother and Sister

Chapter 579: The immigration experience of a pair of refugee brothers and sisters~
The four inland warships of the Wu army were extremely arrogant and opened fire close to the canal boat dock.

The small carronade under the cabin can seriously damage the canal ship with one shot.

The Fran machine gun on the side of the deck has flexible angles and fast reload times, making it an ideal weapon for dealing with unarmored units at close range.

Sunken ships, wailing, and gunfire.

The canal was dyed red with blood, and the canal boats were tilted and overturned.

"Jump into the river now."

Like dumplings being dropped into the water, the White Lotus Sect members left the canal boats and jumped into the canal.

however,
Wu Jun's sailors brought in boxes of spherical bombs that had been prepared long ago. These were explosive weapons mass-produced by Ma Steel, consisting of a slotted cast iron shell filled with black gunpowder and iron filings.

Light the fuse and throw it into the water.

Anyone who falls into the water will be killed within 5 meters.

Since water cannot be compressed, the explosion was more lethal than on the shore. Corpses floated up amid the successive explosions.

The principle of fish frying.

……

Zheng Chunshou knew that the situation was hopeless, so he quickly took off his armor, held only a short knife, jumped into the water.

Hold your breath and open your eyes.

Underwater, there were corpses floating freely everywhere.

When he emerged from a reed bush half a mile away to breathe, the sound of artillery fire behind him was still dense.

Zheng Chunshou no longer had any fighting spirit in his heart. He couldn't understand how a firearm could be so fast. Killing people was as easy as cutting wheat.

……

shore,

A company of Wu army infantry arrived and kept shooting at the swimmers.

Many people who managed to run to the east bank of the canal were unable to escape the bullets flying across the river.

Hundreds of thousands of rebel troops collapsed.

They could not have imagined that after running 30 miles, there were still Wu troops ahead. Soldiers of the 8th Legion quietly waiting here were everywhere in the mountains, shouting:

"Surrender without killing."

The generation gap in weapons and the difference in organizational level made the decisive battle in Qinghe County as easy as a spring outing.

……

It only took half an hour to break the formation.

It took two full days to round up the prisoners. There were simply too many of them.

The Wu army killed and wounded more than 20 rebels on the battlefield and captured rebels and their families.

Identify first, then place.

"Your Majesty, a great victory."

"There's nothing to be proud of. This is not a real war, but a massacre."

Li Yu rode his horse and looked at the huge prisoner camp in front of him.

After thinking for a while, he said:

"All rebel leaders with more than a thousand followers will be picked out and shot in public in the prisoner camp."

"All those with infectious diseases should be identified and treated simply. The rest of the prisoners should be separated and dealt with. Those with families should be exiled to Heilongjiang and given land as usual. Do not discriminate against them. Send the bachelors to the Huainan coal mines and tell the salt merchants that they are not death row prisoners but workers. Keep them under strict supervision and release them after three years with their wages paid."

"According to the order."

……

The rebels were originally poor people who rose up in rebellion for their livelihood.

But they have seen blood and tasted the sweetness of violence, and are no longer the cowardly peasants they once were. If they are released on the spot, there will be endless trouble.

Spring is coming, and corpses are the source of all diseases.

Every day, Wu's army organized prisoners to go out of the camp to collect corpses, retrieve them, burn them and bury them.

Not only that,

The water supply and toilets in the prisoner camp were also strictly separated.

Li Yu estimated that at least 18% of diseases in the 7th century were caused by unclean drinking water.

If the empire wanted to solve the widespread problem of drinking water hygiene, it needed publicity and also provided a large amount of cheap fuel to the people.

Therefore, coal mines still need to be dug.

Dig hard.

Large coal mines are the main force, and small coal mines in various provinces are auxiliary, to meet the fuel needs of 3 million people.

Thinking of this,

Li Yu couldn't help but sigh:
Building an empire is only the first step; solving the many problems facing the empire is the most difficult.

Everything~
Ultimately, it comes down to one word - money.

……

Huai'an Prefecture, Jiangsu.

A brand new communications tower rises from the ground on the banks of the Grand Canal.

The communications soldier sitting in the room at the top of the tower could even see the staggering group of immigrants in the distance, stretching endlessly to the horizon.

The refugees coming from the west were all ragged, with haggard faces and dull eyes.

Huai'an Refugee Sorting Station - a hub converted directly from a small town.

The webmaster is a student from Baoqing Prefecture School in Hunan. He comes from an ordinary family with a group of younger siblings. He is young and bold.

Baoqing is Shaoyang.

The most prominent label for people from Shaoyang is “ruthless”.

"Stationmaster, there's another one coming."

"Brothers, take your positions and prepare to sort."

……

During the migration, Wu Ting set up a transit point for distributing porridge every 10 miles, providing a bowl of porridge every 10 miles to ensure that these people could keep moving forward.

It is not easy for the refugees to get here.

Those with serious illnesses were eliminated.

along the way,
The mobile burial team wearing cotton masks and cotton gloves were like vultures, silently watching the fallen refugees. After they died, they took action, carried away the bodies, burned them first and then buried them.

Hundreds of bodies were buried in each large pit and sprinkled with lime.

Erecting a stone tablet:
"The Tomb of the Nameless Dead."

……

Among the refugees, Zhou Xiaojiang, a young man in his twenties, was looking at the wooden plaque with the words "Refugee Sorting Station" hanging not far away.

whispered:
"Dad, Mom, we're here."

"Sister, hold me tight."

Parents are in heaven, and brother and sister are on earth.

Zhenkou,

The webmaster from Shaoyang is full of vigor:

"Listen up, fellow villagers. Don't talk. Line up and go in. Do whatever you are told to do. Don't run around and don't ask too many questions."

"Give each of you a wooden stick, take it."

“Now, start sorting.”

……

At this moment, people are goods.

The refugees walked into the town mechanically and sluggishly, and found that the town was much warmer than the wild, with white mist rising?
On one side of the road, coal blocks were piled up like mountains.

The four boilers in the town were running at full capacity.

"Sit down, on the bench."

"Shave your head."

20 simple long wooden benches are lined up in a row.

As soon as Zhou Xiaojiang sat down, a local woman who was hired temporarily pressed down his head and shaved it. The technique was so clumsy that it even caused a bloody cut.

……

The sorting station has regulations:

The more you work, the more you earn. A bald head gets 3 cents.

If you want to make more money, you have to shave more.

The refugees who were forced to shave their heads rarely complained. After all, they had gotten to this point and the hairstyle was not important at all.

Zhou Xiaojiang let his hair fall.

The black-faced girl next to her also became bald, with a small bloodstain on her forehead.

The shaver lady slapped the bald head, bang~
Shouted:
"Walk."

"next."

Zhou Xiaojiang felt dizzy and almost passed out.

There was also a singer singing and an old man holding a broom, sweeping the hair on the ground into the fire pit next to him.

At the end of the day, at least tens of thousands of lice's souls were writhing in the flames.

……

When Zhou Xiaojiang left, he heard someone crying behind him:

"The body and hair are inherited from parents."

"No, you can't do that."

The farce caused a small commotion.

Soon, two guards arrived, knocked the man down with one stick, knocked him unconscious with two sticks, and then dragged him away.

Sorting, as the name suggests.

Sort out the unqualified ones.

There was no need to sort people like this. They were simply kidnapped and sent to the Huai'an coal mine to be slaves.

Before the Northern Expedition,

The Wu court had already reached a unanimous decision - this immigration must be efficient.

Advocate simplicity, efficiency, brutality and efficiency above all else!
If there are occasional flaws along the way, we will not ask about them.

Therefore, the handling staff has no time, no patience, and no need to provide guidance. …

A large group of bald refugees continued to move forward.

"Men turn left, women turn right."

"Listen carefully, there is a bathhouse inside. If you go in the wrong direction, you will take your own consequences."

Before he could finish his words, a man was pulled out from the bathhouse on the right and beaten by the guards until his head was bleeding.

"Master, spare me. I don't know who is left and right."

The stationmaster came over:
"Alright, alright, stop beating me. Tie him up and send him to work in the coal mines."

He was embarrassed to say:

It was such a waste to kill them in vain. The salt merchant opened a coal mine in Huainan and needed a large number of unpaid black slaves.

By returning a favor, you will gain a small benefit.

……

"Hurry up, go inside."

"Don't dawdle. Do you want to be beaten?"

Amid the guards' roars, the crowd sped up.

The wooden sign reads:

The sorting process includes changing clothes - disinfection - bathing - screening - distribution of cotton clothes.

However, the refugees are basically illiterate.

Zhou Xiaojiang mixed in the crowd and walked towards the misty house. He lifted the door curtain, and the moment he walked in, he felt as if he was in a warm paradise.

"Take off your clothes, shoes and socks and throw them in the basket."

Basket after basket of rags were thrown into the boiler.

Anyone who is a little older knows that lice make a crackling sound when burned, with a slightly burnt aroma. These little cuties have coexisted with humans for thousands of years, and the species has basically been extinct for no more than 40 years.

……

Keep going forward,

Lifting a heavy door curtain, I walked into the second connected house, where there was a huge hot water disinfection pool in the middle.

A burly man holding a stick stood by the pool:
shouted:

"Go down, bury your head in the water and hold your breath. I'll count to three. If anyone reveals his head early, don't blame me for beating you to the ground."

The smell in the disinfection pool is choking, not only the smell of traditional Chinese medicine, but also the smell of lime.

Come out of the disinfection pool and walk into the next room.

As usual, someone urged:

"Wash quickly, wash quickly."

"hurry up."

The hourglass on the side turns back and forth to accurately grasp the time.

……

Zhou Xiaojiang mechanically walked into the warm hot spring pool and instantly felt so comfortable that he wanted to cry.

This must be heaven, right?

That's right, my head is a little dizzy~
Taking a hot bath in winter is a luxury. Before the time travel, it was probably less than 20 years before the Chinese people generally had the freedom to take a hot bath in winter.

The last thing he was aware of was hearing someone whispering:
"Master, someone died."

The guard was not surprised at all. He walked over and easily dragged Zhou Xiaojiang, who was so thin that he was not even as heavy as a pig, up.

He has seen a lot of things like this these days.

Hungry refugees fainted, hypoglycemia, it's normal~
After feeding him half a bowl of sugar water, he recovered.

Human life is as fragile as window paper, yet as tough as cattail.

……

After drinking a bowl of sugar water, Zhou Xiaojiang recovered quickly, stood up, and said anxiously:
"Thank you, sir."

"Don't talk nonsense. Go down and take a shower. Then you can have rice with meat soup when you get out."

Walk down to the pool again.

but,

Zhou Xiaojiang only felt his stomach and intestines moving violently, making noises as loud as cicadas. The only rice porridge in his stomach was consumed by the hot bath.

broken!

……

Next house.

Zhou Xiaojiang was confused. Why was there a "filial son" wearing mourning clothes and a mourning hat in the house?
The filial son was seen staring at every person who came out, stopping someone from time to time and drawing a stroke on their forehead, leaving a mark of ink.

"Go ahead."

"do not stop."

This person was actually a "Mongolian doctor" trained by the Wu Ting Health Bureau. He was responsible for identifying refugees who had serious illnesses at first glance, including those who were suspected of having them.

His eyes are X-ray machines and his ears are stethoscopes.

There is no misdiagnosis here.

If I say you are sick, you are sick.

In the Imperial Health Department, Mongolia is not a place name, but a job title. A Mongolian doctor is a half-baked doctor.

First train Mongolian doctors, then train regular military doctors.

This is called science~
……

Finally, Zhou Xiaojiang walked into the last room.

The refugees shrank their heads, feeling that the house was as warm as spring, even the floor tiles under their feet were warm.

There is a huge portrait on the wall - a half-length portrait of His Majesty in military uniform.

Your Majesty, wise and powerful, smiled from a distance, watching his subjects with a quantum gaze~
The people below are very capable of getting things done.

The women's bath next door also hangs a portrait of His Majesty.

In the eyes of His Majesty, all men and women are His Majesty's subjects. Subjects should have no secrets in front of His Majesty.

"Line up and get your cotton coat."

Instantly, the crowd began to stir.

Many people are afraid that their cotton-padded jackets will be shiny by the time it is their turn, so they squeeze forward with all their might. This is a sense of crisis engraved in the bones of many people.

To live!

Must grab!
Those who jump the queue live. Those who wait in line die.

……

This scene was expected.

The sorting station has been in operation for half a month, and similar situations are encountered every day.

After the guards beat them with short sticks, everyone finally learned to line up, but they just stretched their necks and stared at the new thick cotton coats.

Time goes by so slowly.

"Cotton-padded clothes, cotton-padded trousers, cotton-padded shoes, gloves, and hats, five items per person, keep them for yourself, and no replacement will be made if lost."

The moment he held the heavy object in his hands, Zhou Xiaojiang felt an indescribable joy.

But he was yelled impatiently:
"Hurry up, don't dawdle."

"Get dressed and get out."

……

There was light snow outside.

However, no one felt cold.

They looked down at their cotton-padded clothes and shoes, their eyes shining.

In ancient times, a set of winter clothing was an important asset for an ordinary family. Nowadays, you can get it for free without spending a penny.

suddenly,

Another "filial son in mourning clothes" came and shouted loudly:

"Those with ink on their foreheads, come over here."

A group of people walked over in a daze.

"All of you are sick. The government will treat you. Follow me."

There is a hospital 3 miles downstream from the sorting station to treat patients. Emperor Wu instructed that the area outside the pass must not be allowed to become a paradise for various germs, and that good intentions must not lead to bad results.

All refugees must board the ships bound for Lushun cleanly.

……

"Brother~"

Zhou Xiaojiang's sister was also among the patients, and her pretty face, which had just been cleansed, was full of panic.

in this era,
Once relatives part, it is a farewell forever.

Zhou Xiaojiang wanted to rush over, but was stopped by a guard:
"Those who are ill must be treated first. This is the rule of the court. If you take another step forward, I will kill you."

Zhou Xiaojiang took two steps back.

The guard sheathed his sword.

From then on, the brother and sister were separated.

Wu Ting’s love is real, and Wu Ting’s cold-bloodedness is also real.

……

Finally arrived at the open-air cafeteria.

A woman who was cooking rice was hitting the iron pot with a spoon, clang-dang-dang.

Shouted:
"What are you standing there for? Come here."

"Let's eat!"

Ten simple open-air long tables.

The crude large bowl on the table was filled with crystal clear, plump rice, which shone with an amber luster.

hiss!
This, this is actually ~ rice soaked in meat broth!