I am rich in martial arts, but choose culture to win

Mo Bai looked bewildered.

The middle-aged man shook his head, knowing that this was another poor man who had been cheated by his teeth.

He didn't explain much, but just divided half of the rice cake in his hand to Mo Bai: "Eat it, when you get on the boat, there will be no one to eat anymore."

……

During the later journey, Mo Bai became friends with this middle-aged man surnamed Xia.

He knew that this Mr. Xia was actually a talented gentleman, but he didn't know why he went abroad to dig for gold, and he looked sad.

But soon Mo Bai realized why Mr. Xia looked like he was going to die.

The living conditions on the ship were extremely harsh.

More than 600 Chinese laborers were densely squeezed in the bilge, and the daily food was rotten and spoiled.

Disease, death, fear...

Everything soon permeated the entire boat room.

In order to vent the mental pressure of the long voyage, it was common for white sailors to whip and kick the Chinese laborers.

From the tenth day onwards, corpses were cleared out every day and randomly thrown into the sea.

……

After an unknown number of days, even a strong young man like Mo Bai gradually became numb, becoming no different from a dead person.

He has figured it out a long time ago, what gold mountains and making big money are all deceitful.

Even the original only thing, freedom, has been deprived.

According to Mr. Xia, even if he could reach Citi Country alive and wait for him, it would probably be a more painful life than death.

Mo Bai is actually not afraid of death.

But even if he died without giving back something to his mother and younger siblings, Mo Bai felt that he was really stupid.

In the end, Mo Bai was in a daze every day.

He didn't know whether he was dead or alive, or if he was abandoned between life and death.

Humbled.

Until today, the boat finally stopped.

A few hairy sailors with bare upper body came down from the lower bunker. He beat the floor with sticks and yelled.

Mo Bai understood, this is to let the Chinese laborers go to the deck.

Citi Country has finally arrived!

"Mr. Xia, we are here, we are not dead!"

Mo Bai excitedly shook the middle-aged man beside him.

"Mr. Xia?"

"Mr. Xia?"

Mo Bai suddenly thought of something, and his eyes turned red.

He shook the middle-aged man crazily, but the latter never woke up.

"It's hot!"

Stretching out his hand to feel it, the middle-aged man was still breathing, but his forehead was as hot as a soldering iron.

"Run, run!"

The sailor's stick fell.

The Chinese workers held their heads and ran towards the stairs stumbling.

At this moment, Mo Bai suddenly understood, maybe this is Piggy?

Running hard under the swineherd's whip.

"Young man, let's go, you will be punished if you are late, it's all here, let's take a step at a time!"

A Chinese laborer passing by in a hurry kindly persuaded him.

Mo Bai gritted his teeth, picked up the middle-aged man, and limped towards the deck.

Chapter 070 The Dock

The founder of modern liberalism, the father of Western economics, and the British scholar Adam Smith who invented the concept of "invisible hand" pointed out:

"I believe that the experience of all ages, and all nations, has proved one thing, that the labor of slaves, though apparently only the cost of their maintenance, is, when fully reckoned, the highest cost of any labour. "

In "The Wealth of Nations", he also wrote: "From the experience of all ages and countries, I believe that the labor of a free man is cheaper than that of a slave."

It is the internal logic of this classic theory of capital that makes the northern part of the United States, which has strong industrial capital, hope to abolish slavery.

Transform black slaves into industrial workers.

Southern states, lacking internal motivation, demanded that slavery be preserved.

And the father, who is still an American at present, will become an elder brother in a few years, then a younger brother, later a son, and finally the grandson of the British Empire. In this era, of course, the accumulation of industrial capital is at the forefront.

As early as the beginning of the [-]th century, the British, who ate and drank enough in the triangular slave trade, completed primitive accumulation, and then realized industrial upgrading, voluntarily abolished the slave trade.

In Britain, including the Canadian colonial territories, every slave had to pay a fine of 100 pounds.

However, the piggy ship Union is now swaggeringly docked in Port Angeles.

On the one hand, Port Angeles de jure is a territory of the United States.

Once the Americans end the civil war and devote their minds to managing the west, the Canadians will definitely withdraw.

On the other hand, Chinese workers are not slaves, but contract workers.

Slaves are the private property of slave owners. Under normal circumstances, slave owners can dispose of their slaves at will, but they do not want their slaves to die or become disabled.

On the contrary, slave owners will try their best to maintain the health of slaves before they lose the ability to work due to aging.

Contract workers are different.

In fact, as many scholars have pointed out, after the end of the Civil War, when southern black slaves became industrial workers in the north, life expectancy dropped instead.

And Huagong is in such a state.

Today, a slave needs $100 to buy from Africa, $400 to buy from the Caribbean, and thousands of dollars to sell in the southern states.

It can be said that slaves were a very expensive commodity.

In the [-]s and [-]s, the era when any farmer kept hundreds of slaves has already passed.

But at the same time, hiring a free worker, especially a Chinese worker, from life to death, would cost far less than $1000.

In any case, the Chinese laborers are indeed not slaves, and the piggies did not violate the relevant British laws.

So the steamer Union was able to swagger at Port Angeles.

After months of sailing across the Pacific Ocean, only 672 of the original 505 Chinese laborers on board remained.

These Chinese laborers were ordered by Henry before his promotion.

The purpose is to fill the Chinese laborers lost in the Indian attack in March and to expand the production capacity of the mining area.

But now this group of people naturally took advantage of the Ming Empire and the loyal General Sangui of the Ming Empire.

It was also at this time that Donald found out that Zhu Fugui, the insidious Chinese gang leader, actually had an eyeliner in Angeles City, so he could know the arrival of the piggy boat at the first time.

This is obviously to monitor their delivery population.

As expected of a tycoon who dared to meddle in the arms business and human trafficking, he really has a hand and an eye!

Donald was even more thankful that he had not made any small moves during this period of time, but was honestly cooperating with Zhu Fugui's work.

Otherwise, Donald guessed that his Plash Coal Mine might have been infiltrated into a sieve by Chinese gangsters, and he didn't know how he died in the middle of the night.

……

"How did you resist the dead?"

When Mo Bai came to the deck with Xia Zhixin on his shoulders, some dock staff had already boarded the boat and counted the heads.

Every Chinese laborer has to pay a wharf management fee of [-] cents, so these staff counted very carefully.

On the contrary, the sailors hope that the number that the other party points out is as small as possible.

When they saw Mo Bai running out carrying a "dead man", their faces turned green with anger.

The only first officer who knew some Chinese yelled at Mo Bai angrily: "Throw it away, throw it away, throw away this dead man!"

He didn't want to spend money on a dead man for no reason.

"Master, Mr. Xia is not dead yet, he just has a fever, if you can see a doctor..."

"Look at your ancestors!"

The first mate interrupted Mo Bai roughly, and used the swear words he had learned from sister Yao in Guangzhou, "Where is the doctor here, put him back in the bottom bin quickly!"

As he said that, he turned to the security officer at the pier with a smirk: "Mr. Sheriff, don't worry, I will definitely wait until the far sea before throwing away this pig, and it will definitely not pollute the waters of the pier."

Seeing that the security officer seemed reluctant to part with the 15 cents, the captain quickly added: "These Qing people have always been weak and sick, and they are called the sick men of East Asia. If they are allowed to go ashore, they will definitely die in a short time. I will trouble you to deal with them." Corpse."

The security officer thought about it, and it would be a big loss to dispose of a corpse for 15 cents, so he nodded in agreement.

After collecting the management fee, a group of people left with a smile. Before they left, they did not forget to sell to the sailors: "Pink Mary has a few new girls. I heard that they are all from Prash. They are very pretty. Yes, you can try it!"

As sailors, they have been drifting at sea all year round. Once they landed, they would naturally be inseparable from wine and women.

But before that, they must contact the people of the United Railway Company to hand over the Chinese workers as soon as possible.

Otherwise, if these piglets stay in their hands for one more day, they will eat one more day of food and die one more day.

Chapter 071

After waiting for quite a while, a few drunken liaison officers finally showed up.

These liaison personnel are all old people left by Henry, but they are not core personnel, they are part-time personnel hired near the pier.

After all, Chinese workers only operate for several months, and it is too wasteful to hire regular workers.

Although they are not full-time employees, they are familiar with this job. They drove the Chinese workers off the ship with sticks like sheep, and then concentrated on the periphery of the pier.

There is a shed there, and the Chinese laborers have to wait there until Prash's carriage arrives.

"Why is there a dead person?"

The drunk liaison officer frowned when he saw the middle-aged man carried by Mo Bai until the Chinese workers got off the boat.

Just now Mo Bai was still refusing to let Xia Zhixin go, and after being beaten a few times, no one cared about him.

Although he couldn't understand foreign language, he could guess what was going on.

These damned people seem to want to make trouble again.

Mo Bai bit his lip, he had already made a plan in his heart.

If they really wanted to throw Mr. Xia away, they would risk their lives and take him away.

As for where to go,

I don’t know if there are wild vegetables to eat in Citigroup...

……

These liaison personnel are indeed similar to Ren Yazi's role, charging a meager commission in the middle.

From their point of view, the buyer paid the shipping fee for these crew members on a head-by-head basis, and brought the dead people over to make up the money. Isn't this fraudulent money?

Even human teeth have professional ethics.

Of course we have to pick this out.

"This is not a dead person!" The first officer jumped up again.

But this time, from the payer to the payer, what he said was completely different, "This Chinese just suffered from heat stroke. Did you know that these yellow-skinned monkeys are very tenacious, just like those annoying cockroaches!"

As he spoke, he stepped forward and patted Xia Zhixin's face, and the latter let out a muffled moan.