Nanming: I can build wonders

Chapter 102 The Arrangement of the Refugees (Read More!)

After each refugee takes a bath and shaves his head, the indigenous staff will present them with a set of cotton clothes made in Yizhou Island.

To their amazement, Makassar people are too rich!
Lin Abin, a young refugee whose body was flushed with washing, touched the new clothes in his hands, feeling filled with emotion. They hadn't worn new clothes for many years, and they were really willing to give them away.

The last time he wore new clothes was when his mother sewed them for him when he was a child. This is a wicked world.

If only his mother was still there.

Uniform clothing will help the refugees establish a collective consciousness as soon as possible and gain a sense of belonging to the Luzon Protectorate, which is also considered by Zheng Kezang.

After changing their clothes, the indigenous staff will lead them to eat in a nearby public canteen.

The meals in the public canteen are relatively rich. In addition to the staple food of potatoes and sweet potatoes, each person can also get a piece of salted fish, a bowl of fish soup, and a small amount of vegetables.

Many refugees sat in the cafeteria with their families. Only Lin Abin sat in the corner, silently watching the sumptuous meals on the table.

He was wondering why the Makassar people clothed them and fed them again, it was so strange.

I can't bear to think about it, my stomach is already croaking with hunger, and I have to move my chopsticks.

Most people didn't think about it that much. Some refugees even found it difficult to eat meat during the Chinese New Year. At this time, smelling the breath-taking food, they gorged themselves one by one, almost swallowing their tongues.

Several Luzon natives kept bringing in buckets of stewed potatoes, and shouted in broken Chinese: "Potatoes are enough! Potatoes are enough!"

A insightful refugee said while eating: "These barbarians are so extravagant. They give so many people clothes and food and drink. I'm afraid that they will be poor."

The land between Mingyan City (Manila) and Dagupan has a suitable climate, abundant water, fertile land, and rich resources. Compared with the northern part of Luzon, it is not at 01:30, and it is better developed. Nearby The aborigines have been questioned, and they don't have much concern about safety.

These refugees were arranged to live in that area.

Next, the Luzon Protectorate will rationalize the distribution according to the specialty of each refugee.

Now that the industry in Mingyan City is developed, Zheng Kezang has allowed Luzon to open cement factories, sugar factories, salt factories, firearms factories, and even garment factories suitable for female workers. Cotton cloth was shipped from Yizhou Island , made into clothes here.

As for those who don't have special skills, let's farm.

Many of those elderly people have been farming all their lives, and the Luzon Governor's Mansion also accepts all of them. In terms of farming, they are definitely better than those Luzon natives.

Those who have a skill are directly pulled to the city to work as craftsmen.

Before the arrival of the refugees, the natives of Luzon, driven by the guards, leveled out more than 2000 mu of land in that area, and built many cement houses, neatly row by row.

Of course, the house is not given for free. They have to work and farm for Zheng Kezang, and pay 100 taels of silver within ten years, so that the house belongs to them.

One household can get one set, and if they are orphans, they will live in collective dormitories.

In addition, for each family, if a strong man in the family is lucky enough to join the Guards, the house will belong to them directly, and there is no need to pay money.

If you don't work hard, you will be dragged to mine!
Such generous conditions shocked the refugees, who were mostly tenant tenants and bankrupt farmers.

There is such a paradise in the world of thieves!
However, the refugees are also confused. They suddenly came to a new country and their braids were shaved, so they had to figure out what was going on.

There was a vague guess in their hearts, but they still couldn't believe it.

So, they elected an old man named Xu Bohou to come out and ask the guards.

Xu Bohou is relatively well-educated among the refugees. He has studied in a private school for a few days, so the refugees respect him more. Anyone who can read can become a gentleman these days.

The old man Xu Bohou bowed his body, raised his hand and asked respectfully to the guard soldiers at the door: "Master, can I ask if this place is Makassar, and how will your country treat us so favorably?"

The soldiers of the Guards took a look at the old man, they didn't expect a farmer to speak like a poor scholar, they were a little surprised, they didn't expect that there were educated people among the refugees.

"This place is Luzon. You should have heard that this place has been taken down by the Yanping Palace of the Ming Dynasty. From now on, you will all be the people of King Yanping!" the soldier said proudly.

Like thunder from the sky, the refugees who came to inquire were stunned as if struck by lightning.

Some screamed in fright: "Da Ming is alive?!"

"Yes, you are not allowed to wear braids in the future, this is a bad habit of the barbarians." The soldier continued.

This news shocked them so much, they probably couldn't sleep at night, because they never imagined that Da Ming was alive again, and there was such a fertile land.

In order to let the refugees know the situation earlier, the guards stepped up their propaganda, and the refugees finally knew that they did not go to some Wangjiaxi country at all, this was the territory of King Yanping of the Ming Dynasty.

These famished refugees don't care about the Ming Dynasty or the Qing Dynasty, as long as they can live and work in peace, have enough food, and have a place to live, that's enough.

However, their simple ideas may not necessarily be realized after a long, long time.

Although Zheng Kezang's original intention was to squeeze them, he didn't make them live too badly. It was much better than being precarious in the Qing Dynasty.

The next day, the Luzon Protectorate's Office officially began to recruit workers from the refugees, and they soon had work to do.

"Okay, everyone line up, don't worry, everyone can find a job, don't be afraid if you can't find it, the big deal is just farming." Wang Yang led the guards to maintain order at the scene.

When everyone walked to the square where they lived, they saw more than a dozen tables spread out in a long snake, with more than a dozen people sitting, and a sign with words was erected in front of the table.

In addition to the text, there are patterns on the sign, just because they are afraid that they will not understand.

"This pattern looks like it was made of iron. I know how to do this. I did this job in Daqing. I will go."

A refugee walked to the table, looked at the pattern, listened to the explanation of the recruiter, and immediately found his job.

Later, there were many people who told him the same situation. Many of the refugees recruited by Ma Hetai through government relations later had special skills.

"We're hiring female workers, weaving clothes!" The people in the garment factory are also trying their best to recruit workers, for fear that they will be robbed.

The on-site recruitment work was very hot, and soon there were only the old and the young, and they didn't care about the old, and the young were directly dragged to the school in Mingyan City to study.

Their parents were overjoyed, because the school included food and lodging, and they could learn knowledge. They had no conditions in Daqing before, but now they have the opportunity, they sent their children away quickly, regardless of whether the children liked it or not!
The resettlement of the refugees went very smoothly, and good news came from Zheng Kezang's Yizhou Island.

(End of this chapter)