open sea

Chapter 814 Registration
To put it bluntly, Chen Mu has never seen what it looks like to have [-] sea-going ships sailing out of the port.

From this point of view, it is a pity that I was not able to participate in the launch of the Beiyang Phase II Fleet.

But in Changsheng Port at this moment, this is a very frightening thing.

More than 200 civilian ships with civilians will congest the bay near Changsheng Port, and it will be disgusting if the ships collide accidentally.

Fortunately, things weren't that bad.

On the fourth day of August, 86 seagoing ships set sail from Jincheng County and arrived at Changsheng County after [-] days of wandering at sea. These seagoing ships made by Zhili, Fujian, Zhejiang, Guangdong, and even Luzon are almost similar in shape and structure.

The shapes are all in the shape of lucky boats that can navigate the open sea, and the materials are all cheap pine and shirts, which seem to be made of four or five hundred materials. There are two small boats on board.

This kind of ship requires less labor and is cheap to build. Chen Mu estimated under the pavilion at the port that if the fleet is composed of such lucky ships, then the imperial court will send out these thousands of ships, and the cost of shipbuilding alone should be nearly 17 taels silver.

In order to make way for civilian ships, the warships sailed to the small Changsheng Port south of Changsheng Port, and eight unloading trestles were made available for the blessing boats to dock and drop off the people.

In addition to the trestle and the sea, more blessing boats parked close to the sea, and the small boats on the boats were put into the sea. People of all colors went down the ladder to the boats and came with their oars.

The shore has long been ready for battle. The open space used to park goods in the port is now framed by hemp ropes to guide twelve passages forward. In the front is a row of desks, each with scribes sitting behind the desks. Behind them, There are more banner troops waiting in line.

The hem and shoes of a muscular man in bunts were soaked in sea water. He held a patched bag in one hand to protect his chest, and stopped the woman who was holding a child behind him with the other. He looked around at his brother and sister-in-law who followed him. Then he turned around and told his brother-in-law, who was still a young man, not to lose him, and finally looked at the soldiers on the bank with a heavy unease in his expression.

In front of the hemp ropes, the Beiyang Banner Army with their helmets on were holding long bird guns. Their already strong figures were bulging by the armor, and half of their faces were hidden in the shadow by the big edge of their helmets. , only the majestic beard was exposed, and the sunlight reflected from the bright breastplate was dazzling, making people squint their eyes unconsciously.

This kind of posture is very scary, so that Duanta can't help slowing down, and wants others to go to find out the news first, but in fact, the entire people who disembarked on the shore thought this way, and no one dared to move forward rashly, so that half of the people who disembarked behind His legs were soaked in the water and he dared not move forward.

In the cold Majiagang and Jincheng County in the rainy season, those places are not without soldiers, but they have never been as weird as the soldiers here. People whispered, "What are those hemp ropes for?"

"What do you need to ask? The officers and soldiers want to settle accounts after the fall. We robbed the army rations. They told us to go in. They tied us all in with a pull on both ends of the rope. No matter how hard they told us, we couldn't escape!"

The man in the blue blouse scoffed at this. If the officers and soldiers wanted to arrest them, they wouldn't need to go to such trouble. As soon as they fired the muskets called bird guns in their hands, they were gone.

Suddenly, the Beiyang army not far in front of him moved, and took a few steps forward with his gun in his hand. The bunter man was so frightened that his whole body tensed up, and he protected his family behind him like an eagle catching a hen among chicks. He heard the Beiyang flag The military said in a loud voice: "Welcome everyone to come to Daming's Asia to serve His Majesty. Please line up and walk along the rope passage and keep quiet. The clerks of the Dongyang Military Mansion will register in front."

As soon as the words fell, the Banner Army did not change his face. After looking around at the crowd, he turned and raised his arms to point to the rope passage. A drop of sweat slipped from the bottom of his hat, and he let out a long breath.

It's too difficult for Baihurang to memorize this word! '

The words of the officers and soldiers are still useful, although the bunt man listened to this understandable but never heard of the way of speaking, and looked at the table at the end of the rope passage. Hurrying to hold on to his wife, children and brothers, they were pushed forward by the crowd.

An order from the Banner Army to maintain order came from the ear, and the exotic small building with white walls and orange tiles stood in front of the eyes, with no food and no cones, and everything in front of them was full of uneasiness.

Until the clerk was right in front of him, he saw thick calluses on the scribe's mouth from the corner of his eyes. Before he could think about anything, he asked him: "Name, gender, past occupation, and age?"

"Ding Hai, the guards of Miyun in Ji Township and Sanchakou outside the Great Wall will not accept the army at night, six out of thirty."

The clerk raised his head, looked at Kong Wu's powerful bunt man, kept his hands on, and ticked male on the paper-bound registration book. In fact, they didn't know why Master Zhao of the military mansion had to ask him to ask about his gender. .

His eyes were a little contemptuous, and he said, "Fleeing army?"

Dunjun is a sentinel who lives on the Great Wall pier with his wife and children, and he is a distant sentry who does not close at night. In the early years, he was an elite who wanted to go deep into Mongolia to find out the truth. After Dunye was caught and died in the fort, it became a job to deal with. It would be nice to be alive in the fort.

Ding Hai clenched his fists and glared at the clerk, with anger and grievance in his words: "The imperial court withdrew Sanchakou and replaced it with Qi's Southern Army."

The so-called clerks are also soldiers, the Northern Banner Army, and they felt sorry for this, and cast apologetic eyes, writing while saying: "It's better to make a living here than at home, and you will know in the future, what you know, here What are you going to do for a living?"

Ding Hai didn't understand the reasons for these problems, but his more than ten years of military service had made him develop the habit of obeying orders, saying: "Fill the Francophones, shoot arrows, dig trenches and build fortifications, dig traps and set up traps, make rockets... ..."

The clerk looked back at the supervisory officials around him, recorded the word 'trap' in the register, and said in a low voice: "Seeing that you are a veteran, you say something that has nothing to do with fighting. The most important thing you need is that you can kill people." .”

For some reason, Ding Hai paused before saying: "Riding horses, feeding chickens, raising pigs, training cats, walking dogs, and farming and picking grass, other than that, I can only weave hair towels."

The scribe didn't say any more this time. He glanced back and asked, "Are these all family members? Family relations, previous occupations and skills learned will be reported in order."

With his own experience, he will have more confidence when reporting to his family members. Ding Hai clasped his fists according to the habit and said: "My wife, Wang Shi, is a guard soldier in Miyun, Ji Town. She is in her twenties this year, and she can plow the fields and weave cloth." Washing and cooking, and domesticating animals."

"My brother-in-law Wang Yang, 22 years old, Dunjun, can farm and raise horses, and can also ride horses."

"Brother Ding Lu, 34 years old, Jizhen Dunjun, knows the same as me; sister-in-law Zhang, like my wife, and my son Ding Dui, who is just six years old, a total of six people."

The clerk who registered made a note, and took out two wooden plaques from the table with the words "herding" and "hunting" on the north side respectively, and wrote Ding Hai and Ding Lu's family members on the front, and handed it to Ding Haidao: "You You are the head of the household, take the wooden sign and go to the Tianzi waiting area at the back, and someone will take you to receive rations."

After finishing speaking, the scribe shouted to the people behind: "Next household!"

　Good morning!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)