Australian Storm 1876

  Chapter 315 Fertile soil in dreams

  Climbing up the wooden stairs, Wu Xuewen and his entourage came to the second floor. They looked up and saw that the roof of the building had been erected, and rain-proof tiles had already been laid.

  Because the siding of the upstairs compartment is not fully laid, it looks a lot empty.

  Wu Xuewen walked directly through the empty frame. There was a big square hole on the outer wall in front. No windows were installed yet. Through this big hole, one could see the faraway fire more clearly, which was burning violently.

  The line of fire runs from east to west. The bushes and forests where it passes by are charred and turned into ashes. The towering trees burned by the fire only have their scorched trunks piercing the sky. At first glance, Mi Mizazaa looks shocking.

  The towering trees in the tropics are full of water and have not been completely burned after the fire. After a few rains, new shoots will soon emerge and rejuvenate.

Such a big tree logging team saves a lot of things after cutting it down. There is no need to clean up countless dense branches. After they are dragged back, they are cut with a disc saw, and they are made into square planks and sent to the drying cellar, which is better than other woods. Save time and effort, and nothing is wasted.

  The heavy smoke brought by the large-scale burning of wasteland obscured half of the sky, mixing with the thicker dark clouds in the sky, rolling and rising, and the dark clouds are pressing on the top, which looks magnificent.

   Standing on a high place, Wu Xuewen looked at the busy construction sites everywhere, and a kind of construction pride suddenly rose in his heart.

  Tianshu Town is taking shape in the hands of thousands of builders, from a blueprint to a reality.

  The fertile soil in this dream is full of infinite hope and infinite possibilities.

  In a while

  Suddenly there was the sound of muffled thunder in the sky, faint lightning appeared in the rolling black clouds, and the rainstorm was about to come.

  The sound of a gong sounded on the construction site, which is the order to stop work urgently.

A large group of workers dropped their work and hurried back to the camp, and many others burrowed into the wooden building to hide from the rain. On the construction site of the dock in the distance, the Dutch prisoners of war who had become coolies could only hide in groups on the shore. Under the trestle bridge, there are some shelters here for any reason to avoid the rain.

  "Ka La Ka La..." After a few loud thunder and lightning, the downpour arrived as scheduled, and the world instantly became white.

  In the distance, a large area of ​​burnt-out areas was filled with gray-white smoke, which rolled around and spread out, covering a large area of ​​scorched black woods, and there was nothing to see inside.

  The torrential rain in the tropics is coming fast and going fast.

  After more than an hour, the clouds stopped and the rain closed, the sun shone on the earth again, and the sky was clear and blue.

  The rainwater on the street collects into the drainage ditch, and it has become a thick yellow mud soup, which flows down the drainage ditch to the distant river bay.

  There is not much water on the street, and it will dry out soon after a few hours of exposure.

  Three days later

  A three-thousand-ton migrant ship from the Far East slowly approached the pier. Under the command of the crew, more than 2,400 migrants on the ship descended the gangway to the pier. Everything in front of them was so strange.

  Soldiers with live ammunition stood on the trestle bridge, watching a large group of white prisoners of war in rags at work, shouting labor chants, and this scene had a particularly strong impact on the immigrants.

   "My God, aren't those all foreigners?"

"probably."

"What is it supposed to be? When we boarded the ship in Weihaiwei, weren't all the foreign adults who were dressed well and had a civilization stick in their hands? White skin, yellow hair, green eyes, and nostrils that could rush into the sky, why? Has it all become coolies here?"

   "Should not be together?"

  "Who knows, I always think it's a bit evil here..."

   "Yeah, we all be careful."

  After a long voyage on the ship for more than a month, the immigration department made some publicity on the ship. The immigrants have some knowledge of the place they are about to arrive, and they look forward to their future even more.

   Follow the bustling flow of people to the shore, facing dozens of colorful flags inserted on the side of the road, and the unfolding banner reads;

  Warmly welcome the compatriots of blood to live and work in Tianshu Town and build a beautiful home!

  Some of the immigrants who could recognize the words recited them aloud, one pass ten, ten pass a hundred, and soon everyone knew.

this moment

  Many people burst into tears in an instant. A simple sentence touched the softness of their hearts and found a true sense of belonging in this fertile soil full of hope.

  In the immigration camp, there are neat rows of tents, and there are still burnt black marks on the ground. The staff responsible for the reception will guide the crowd. Upon arrival at the camp, you can drink hot porridge, steamed buns and pickles.

  It’s a bit difficult to eat well, but it’s okay to eat well.

  Many immigrants can’t wait to ask if the land can be allocated. After receiving the affirmative answer, they cheered and cheered, with a look of eager anticipation on their faces.

  On the scorched field after the burned wasteland

Lines and squares were drawn with white lime, leaving the location of roads, ditches, cottages and farmland. The immigrants were divided into villages by 200 people, and they obtained their own homesteads through lottery, just one piece. The big box drawn with lime lines has nothing on it.

But this could not be a challenge to the industrious immigrants. They immediately acted and started to build their own homes. One after another simple shacks were erected to solve the housing problem first. Food was distributed by the town free of charge until three months. After the rice is harvested.

this day

  Two hundred new villagers from Xingfu Second Village gathered at the entrance of the village, each holding a one-foot-long small flag in their hands, and their faces were filled with excitement and smiles, and all of them were happy from ear to ear.

  Today is the day for free distribution of fields. Outside the second village of Xingfu, there are small flags dotted around the vast fields. Each small flag represents two acres of fields. Whoever can get the small flags belongs to the field.

  Pull out the small flag on the field and plug in the flag of your own home. It means that this field belongs to you. No one else can fight for it. It is first come first served.

After   , the two flags must be handed in together and registered in the register after verification. This is the fertile land that truly belongs to oneself, which can be passed down for generations to cultivate.

The villagers in these fields have carefully observed which field is close to the river, which field is more fertile, and which is bad depression. Everyone knows which field is close to the river. They just waited for the sound of the gong and ran over to take the lead. Put your own flag on the field that counts.

The head of Xingfu Second Village is a disabled veteran who is only 20 years old and his name is Hu Acan. He is given 12 acres of land (about 72 acres) free of charge because of his military service. Close to the best land in the village, this is the preferential treatment to retired soldiers who have done meritorious service.

  The 72 acres of military field only need to pay 10% tax, and the villagers are responsible for helping farming and harvesting for free. This generous treatment is until the death of the village chief. According to the regulations, the military field is restored to ordinary farmland, and 30% of the tax is required.

Disabled soldiers like Hu Acan are distributed in many villages. Some serve as village chiefs, some serve as security officers, and some serve as militia captains. Although they are not paid, they can live without food and clothing by relying on a large military field. The worrisome wealthy life belongs to the lowest level of military service beneficiaries, and it is also the most staunch support group under the rule of Lord Earl.

Hu Acan was standing at the entrance of the village with a red face. He was interrupted when he was attacking Erdaoliang's position. He limped while walking, but this did not affect his good mood in the slightest; "Guys, the rules have been repeated. I have preached it to everyone. I repeat here again that it is first-come-first-served and competition is strictly prohibited. There are supervisors sent from the town in the field in front. Once a violation is found, the free land allocation will be cancelled. Please don’t take a fluke. Psychologically, the good land in my mind has been preempted by others, so I hurried to the next piece of land, so as not to get nothing at all. Did everyone understand?"

   "Village Acan, don't talk about it. We are all calloused when we hear this chariot. Let's divide the land quickly!"

   "Hahaha... Yeah, we are all waiting to burn our eyebrows. Let's announce the start."

   "Who said no, let's get started."

  The villagers below roared with laughter, and they all urged to start quickly. It was as lively as a festival, and everyone's face was filled with excitement.

  See this scene

  Hu Acan didn’t have much to say. He limped to the side of the road, picked up the bronze gong resting on the ground and shouted loudly; “The folks are ready, you can start running as soon as the gong rings.”

   "Village Acan, don't you grind."

   "Yeah, yeah, I was so anxious to death by you, it's really terrible!"

The villagers laughed and laughed, Hu Acan’s abrupt "Bang Dang" sounded the gong, the quick-reacting villagers ran out first, and the slow-reacting yelled "Oh grass..." and then ran out. , There is no time to complain about the village chief Acan.

A large group of villagers ran across the fertile fields, smiling and running happily, running quickly to their favorite land, pulling out the small flag from the ground, and inserting the small flag in their hands on it. Lie down happily on the fertile field.

  This land belongs to me, it really belongs to my own fertile land...

Looking up at the clear blue sky and white clouds, immense happiness hit the depths of his heart, tears slipping silently down the corners of his eyes, but he laughed loudly, laughing and crying, the tears flowed more and more uncontrollably. The cheeks are covered.

  The free allocation of land has aroused the great enthusiasm of immigrants. It will not be long before beautiful villages will stand on the field, and the rice fields will sow the seeds of hope, ushering in the golden harvest time.

  All this is the beginning of a happy life for the industrious Chinese immigrants.

  They will be deeply rooted in this fertile wilderness, watering the land with hard sweat, getting married and raising children, this is the beautiful home of their dreams.

  (End of this chapter)