African Nationhood

Chapter 244 Getting worse
  Shi Jintang and Futong came to the garden not far from the conference center. "How many immigrants are there in our territory now?"

The boss asked, and Futong replied without hesitation: "The total number of immigrants currently exceeds 50, including 34.5 Qing immigrants, 4.1 British, 1.9 Germans, 3.9 Korean female immigrants, and Borneo indigenous women. There are 3.2 people, including 3.2 Mingxiang people and 0.4 Boers."

After hearing these numbers, Shi Jintang was a little confused: "Why are there so few British people?"

Futong smiled and said, "The gold mines in the Rand Basin are so popular that many British people have gone there to pan for gold. It's all thanks to the advice you gave me."

After hearing Futong's words, Shi Jintang didn't pay too much attention.

When the Rand Gold Mine was discovered, more than 10 people gathered there in one month, most of whom were British. It seems that it is still not publicized enough.

"Well, you should increase your publicity efforts. The gold mines there are indeed of high grade, and there is also a lot of gold sand and nuggets. We want all the British people in our country to go there to pan for gold."

Futong was a little confused after hearing this, "Why does Mr. Shi want to push the British out so much?"

"If I had a choice, I wouldn't want any British people to come into our territory.

But we are following the British, so there is nothing we can do.

The words of our ancestors are right, ‘Those who are not of my race must have different minds’.

I previously communicated with the cabinet to take back the management rights of Jinshan Town in order to ensure the unification of powers. "

Futong was not surprised to hear his boss say this.

Holding such a vast territory and still going to great lengths to move the Chinese is not what it looks like to be a submissive British citizen.

Therefore, they, the Chinese civil servants, have long known this. As for what James Lister, Sansa Bruce and others in the company think, he still doesn't know.

But Boss Shi usually doesn't shy away from discussing matters with the two of them. They should also be interested in Boss Shi.

It is understandable for them to do this, after all, they were just low-level civil servants in Walvis Bay before Nanhua Company.

Without Mr. Shi, it's hard to say whether they would have been able to turn around in this life, but they would certainly not have the power and status they have now.

The British could also work for the Chinese. The most obvious examples were the British Hurd and the many foreigners and teachers who worked in the Qing Dynasty.

After Shi Jintang finished speaking, he thought of another question.

"How many Aboriginal people did you and the Labor Department transport last year?"

"Nearly 27.7 indigenous workers were shipped out last year. These workers earned us about 20 pounds, which was used to offset the cost of immigration."

After hearing Futong's answer, Shi Jintang still couldn't relax.

There were too many black men, and he hadn't done enough. Before he was detained by the British, he could relax and clean up slowly. Now he couldn't wait any longer.

"This speed is too slow. We have to speed up the process of clearing out the indigenous people."

Futong looked embarrassed, "Mr. Shi, we have worked very hard to communicate with all parties, but in terms of transportation capacity and various forces..."

Shi Jintang chuckled, "I'm talking about cleaning up, not sending it out of the country. You don't understand the meaning of this."

Hearing what the boss said, Futong immediately understood.

"Just for what reason?"

"The reason is already there. Increase taxes. Didn't the French cause local indigenous people to rebel in Vietnam last year?"

"The head tax, land tax and livestock tax we currently collect are too little. Increasing tax types and raising tax rates will always force them to rebel, and we will directly clean up them at that time."

Futong nodded, "Then I'll call Sansa Bruce."

Shi Jintang waved his hand, "Don't worry, I have something else to say. I thought about it, there are a lot of black people under our control at present, can we divide them up and let them clean up on their own.

It is better for us to support such indigenous people and let them clean up the problem than to do it ourselves. "

Futong smiled when he heard this, "Mr. Shi, you mean to pull a batch and beat a batch."

“Well, we collect taxes, so let some of them be tax collectors.

Give them a commission from the taxes collected. In this way, even if the indigenous people hate black people, they still hate black people. "

Futong completely understood what the boss meant, "Okay, I will coordinate with Sansa Bruce."

……

Bulawayo, the former royal city of the Ngoni people, has changed its appearance. It has become dilapidated.

Just because these yellow-skinned leaders asked to demolish this place and build a new city. The black laborers of the Shona tribe slowly dismantled the former royal city under the supervision of supervisors.

The Shona people had little affection for the royal city that had enslaved them for decades, but they were not dismantling it quickly because they were too hungry.

In the past, the yellow-skinned people gave them food to keep them full, but after the supervisor was changed, the food provided to them became more and more fake.

The overseers mostly served watery soups and no longer provided filling potatoes and sweet potatoes.

Those thin soups make you full when you drink them, but you will feel hungry after a few peeings.

But they could no longer ask for food from the overseer, otherwise they would be severely beaten by the overseer.

The new overseers were the former Enhela class, the Suto-Tswana people with whom they had labored under the threat of the yellow-skinned people.

I don't know what happened, but those yellow-skinned people suddenly promoted these Sutuo-Tswana people to overseers.

After the Suto-Tswana became overseers, the food distributed to the Shona became increasingly scarce.

They stuffed the saved food into their own mouths. These greedy Suto-Tswana people are so abominable.

……

In Lusa Town, the fifty-year-old chief of the Shui Xiao Tribe is sitting at the door of his earthen house and praying devoutly.

The priest of the tribe sat not far from him and closed his eyes. He was holding a wooden stick tied with various furs and a large white bone in his hand. He waved his hands rhythmically and muttered something in his mouth.

Chiefs and priests are measuring their luck in the second half of the year, which is one of the daily tasks of tribal leaders.

The ancestral spirits are ethereal, and one must rely on priests to contact them.

After a complicated and tortuous ceremony, the priest finally opened his closed eyes, with unconcealable sadness on his patterned face.

"Priest Penbird, have you seen the ancestral spirit and received his instructions?"

The penbird priest lowered his eyes and murmured in a low voice: "Chief Binio, our ancestors warned us that our tribe and people are about to fall into blood and fire."

After trying hard to hear the words of Penbird Priest clearly, Chief Binio's face was filled with sadness.

"Almighty ancestor spirit, please have mercy on your people..."

"Bang~~~"

The sound of musket firing from nowhere made the chiefs and priests frightened, and then an even more shrill cry came to their ears...

"Almighty ancestral spirit, how come your instructions come true so quickly? Ancestor spirit, please have mercy..."

"Boom~~~"

The torch flew from nowhere and fell directly on the roof of the chief's mud house. The thatch in the dry season quickly burned when it encountered an open flame.

Chief Binho, with tears streaming down his face, said, "Stop, don't."

Unfortunately, no one listened to the old chief's request for land. He had his hands tied behind his back and was raised in front of the intruders.

By their attire, Chief Binho recognized them as Lunda people.

"Warriors of Lunda, why did you attack our Water Owl tribe?"

The leader of the Lunda people shook the matchlock gun in his hand and said with a smile: "I am Mu Dongdong, the tax officer of Lusa Town. I am here to collect taxes from your tribe today. As long as we can collect the taxes, we will You can get 30% as a reward."

Chief Binho was very angry when he heard this, "We have already paid this year's taxes, why do you have to collect taxes again? I will accuse you to the yellow-skinned people."

Mu Dongdong continued to laugh, "The yellow-skinned people have enacted new taxes and increased the previous tax rates, so your tribe must pay back taxes. It is enough to pay twice the previous tax amount."

Chief Binho was shaking with anger, "You are robbers, I don't believe it, I'm going to sue, I'm going to the executive branch..."

Chief Binho paused. A spear passed through his chest.

Mu Dongdong spat, "Stupid Qiao Kui people!"

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