Reborn As a Pirate

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If we say that the gradual change from the North District to the South District is a long street like Wesley Street, then the flushing beach from the South District to the North District must be these emerging worker communities on the edge.

The rise of the worker’s community in the Southern District was less than ten years old. When Boston became independent, the capitalists tried many methods to stimulate the subjective initiative of the slaves, but they did not dare to stand up to the tide and become the enemy of civilization. The abolitionist movement of slaves.

The workers' community is an important part of it. Through single-family huts, simple chapels and cramped community parks, capitalists have created a sense of home for workers.

This is probably the most genuine kindness in the world, and it has been successfully accepted and adapted by the workers.

The freedom here is different from the port area. If Qianwan is prosperous and Back Bay is unrestrained, this is a closed but united subcultural circle.

All kinds of civilizations take root and sprout here, competing for nutrients for growth with their delicate bodies.

At one o'clock in the afternoon, the South Twelve Qing people's community.

Wang also walked into the Baijia Temple converted from a chapel with his pockets in his pocket. After walking a few steps, he was stopped by a young man holding tea.

But even though he stopped him, the young man's face was full of surprise: Brother Ye, you've come back! (You're back)

That's right, I turned around. Wang also smiled and rubbed the young man's head, Tuanzi, is Master Liu there?

Hey! Hey! Grandpa stayed at home after having morning tea, so I knew Brother Ye was coming!

Master Liu has been waiting for a long time.

That's a problem! Grandpa always drinks tea wherever he is.

Wang also laughed loudly: Tuanzi, do you (want) to earn extra money?

Drake?

Stalk (of course)!

It's coming!

Then (then) I'll tell Master Liu, you're walking so fast and you're smart, you must be doing well (well done).

...

At one thirty, South Three Indian Community.

Khal Drogo sat cross-legged in the middle of a stone pillar. Opposite him were three Indians wearing feather crowns and oil paint. The two on the left and right looked respectful, bowing their heads and waiting for the old man in the middle to speak.

This confrontation has lasted for a long time, and seeing the meeting time getting closer, Kayo's heart became more and more irritable.

Shaman, they are all waiting for your reply!

The shaman shook his head wearily: You are wrong, young Oldman. The children listen to me because they want to hear the teachings of the great spirit, and the children serve me because they want to receive the blessing of the great spirit.

They suffered a lot, and the suffering was caused by the white people. The Great Spirit told me that there is no need to help the white people, but you should not hear it. After all, the Miskitos have forgotten the Great Spirit for a long time.

That is to say, you refused. Kao stood up with lowered eyelids, Since the third district in the south refused, I will go to the fifth district in the south. Boston is a white man's world, and there will always be someone who is interested in a hundred pounds.

Wait! Shaman's eyes widened suddenly, Oldman, the Great Spirit wants you to repeat what you just said!

What you said just now? Kao smiled like a villain, Does your big spirit like pounds?

Children need pounds. The shaman cleared his throat. The Great Spirit only needs faith.

Who cares, the Miskito people believe in God. Kao sat down again, One hundred pounds, hire twenty smart ghosts for three days, I don't want any news to leak out, so I stay in the South District Those who are not clever have to learn to keep their mouths shut.

The Great Spirit says Indians have nothing to say to whites.

What a caring spirit. Kayo said with emotion, Did he say anything else?

The shaman crossed his legs and bowed his head: The great spirit said that the money must be paid first.

...

Fifty-five minutes past one, South Seventh District.

South Seventh District is a community facing Wesley Street, because the sensational Mary Daya Chapel is here, and it has a great reputation among all the communities.

It's just that big fame has its price,

The slave riots that year destroyed the immature black slave cultural circle in District 7, and this place became a land of no one.

Bankrupt whites, pro-white blacks, Qing people expelled from the patriarchal clan, Indians who don't believe in great spirits...

There are rebels of all colors guarding against each other and living an isolated life here. The only people who can ignore cultural differences and open their hearts to the surroundings are mostly children born here.

At this moment, the children from District Seven were gathering in the community park, surrounded by three petite and shy women, Noah, Sharon and Valrhona.

No one knows how these three girls, who can't even say a whole sentence together in front of strangers, managed to keep so many children, but they did it beautifully, at least when Bell rushed into the park, All he saw were the smiling faces of boys and girls.

Noya! Bell waved to Noya outside the children's circle, It's done!

Noah pursed her lips and nodded, stretched out her fingers, and picked out a few who looked particularly tall and strong from the pile of children.

You are the leaders of the children, aren't you?

The four children exchanged glances hesitantly and nodded in unison.

So, do you remember what I told you just now?

Take your friends and run to Wesley Street!

Run in a big circle!

Shout out the whispers you hear!

Wrestle carefully, don't fall behind!

The children chattered chaotically, not only in front of Noya, but also Sharon and Favna beside them. All the voices were mixed together, and the bustle was like walking into a hunting ground for wild ducks.

Will there be white bread?

Is there any candy?

Can I have cake?

We can only play pranks in the lower streets!

People on the street are fierce, and they don't like dirty children!

You will be taught a lesson!

The noise became more and more loud, and seeing that the scene was about to get out of control, Bell rushed in, grabbed the tallest child by the back collar, and picked it up with one hand.

Listen to my sisters. He showed his big white teeth, OK?

The world fell silent.

Nuoya held her chest and panted, and asked the accompanying sailors to move out several large boxes and open them in front of the children.

White bread, full of candies, and a sweet smell wafted in the air.

Just run to the side alley! Turn back when you get to the side alley, be careful of falling and carriages. She said softly, There are a lot of bread and candy, but there is no cake, it will be crushed.

As soon as she finished speaking, Bell let go of the child's collar: Run! I heard that there seems to be not enough candy...

Ah! Let's go!

Go play tricks!

Let's go play...

Wu Huanhuan's 20 or 30 children seemed to run away in the wind. Noya and Favna fell to the ground like collapsed. Little Sharon ran over with a blushing face and bowed deeply to Bell.

Thank you, Mr. Judea!

No thanks, no thanks. Bell grinned and grabbed the candy and stuffed it into his pocket, Little thing, scare and lie, you are good obedient children.

Nuoya looked worriedly at the direction the children ran away: But it's just going down the street, is it okay?

People who have been at sea all year round have many traces, and they are incompatible with people on the ground. This habit can only be covered up by self-cultivation and education.

Bell peeled off a candy and threw it into his mouth.

There are Faraming and that group of reliable college graduates on the street. Compared with the limited pedestrians over there, they are enough to keep an eye on the flower shop.

The key is to go down the street. There are so many people and the street is chaotic. Even the autistic Qing people and Indians are not conspicuous there. But that is also convenient for us. God is always fair...

Speaking of this, he suddenly noticed that Fafuna's expression was different from Noya's worry. It was not so much anxiety as confusion.

You... Hanji, right?

Favna jumped up with a groan, her whole body stiffened, her face flushed, It's... Fa... Favna... Hanji... Leading the second seat... Tactics...

Chief of the tactical room. Bell scratched his hair helplessly, Han Ji, even if you don't deal with each other very much on the ship, you are still my direct subordinate in name, so don't be nervous.

Y...yes, sir!

It seems hopeless...Han Ji, do you have any ideas about this operation?

No! No...no need...

unnecessary?

Weird wording, Bell thought for a while, and suddenly had a flash of inspiration: I see, you are worried that we will do too much.

After the matter was revealed, Favna became more and more embarrassed: Yes... sir... this is just an ordinary meeting... I think the other party just needs to wait there... no... no one will be arranged at all...

Don't use human thinking to speculate about other species, such as Lorraine and that Lechide. Bell stretched his waist, and peeled off the second candy, The ordinary joints in your eyes are different from them. Decide the dominance of this cooperation, and the victory or defeat is hidden in every inconspicuous detail.

So they will definitely go all out. If they don't want to become pawns, they can only go all out...

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