From Chief to Ball

Mergers intensified, food prices fell, and the wives of the few small farmers in Min County discovered that the price of cotton yarn and homecloth had also dropped...then sell the land, smash the spinning wheel and go to the city or the colony.

In the handicraft industry, Chen Jian has already betrayed the handicraftsmen. The primitive accumulation of small cooperatives simply cannot afford expensive water spinning machines.

More and more middle-class and wealthy businessmen are involved in stocks, futures and real estate, and they will not let the chaos in Min County continue.

The Cotton Spinning Association was torn to death by Chen Jian, and there would be a lot of idle capital involved after the new machines appeared... At least in Fujian County, once the movement of handicraftsmen smashing machines broke out, they would only be suppressed.

The upper class expects stability, and the penniless labor class does not care about smashing machines. Handlooms can be purchased from the primitive accumulation of weaving cooperatives, and they will not care about the small bourgeois spinning citizens.

The Mexican party has split and it is impossible for all members to participate out of sympathy; the Utopian faction of the handicraft moral guild is powerful but has no program; Jian hiding at sea has nothing to do with him; the weaving industry hopes that the price of yarn will drop and will not object...

This time, capitalists, businessmen, speculators, low-level employees, split parties, and petty bourgeois weavers will unite invisibly to strangle the last resistance of cotton spinning handicraftsmen and guilds.

A dead end.

Whether it is the spinning petty bourgeoisie or the cotton spinning guild, it will come to an end.

This is just the beginning. By the time the petty bourgeois in other industries realize the seriousness of the problem, the noose has been tightened. They are born to fight independently and waver.

Coincidentally, after the bloodshed, they were sentenced to be exiled to the colonies in batches as a model for the whole country to deal with. Otherwise, Chen Jian would not have tried his best to praise Ye Yuanshan.

Volume VII Chaos World

Chapter 1 No Longer Alone

On the tropical sea in March, the northeast trade wind blows slowly, and thirteen large ships and nine small boats are docked near a deserted island.

This is already south of the Tropic of Cancer. After more than ten days of sailing, Chen Jian's fleet finally passed through the terrible storm area and entered the trade wind belt.

In the process of crossing the storm area, the ship's side of the Amethyst was damaged, and the sails of several ships also needed to be repaired. They happened to find an uninhabited island and stopped here.

Women, children and some immigrants are allowed to take a boat to rest on the island, where fresh water can be replenished and food can be improved by the way.

The damage to the ship was not serious. The craftsmen selected the tropical trees here to do the final repair work, and they could set sail in two days depending on the progress.

Longitude has completely lost its meaning. Without a good nautical clock, it is difficult to be accurate by relying on burning incense and hourglasses.

Chen Jian sat on a rock by the sea, watching the craftsmen busy on the Amethyst with boredom.

A flag was planted on a rock on the island. There were some tropical fruits on the island, but Chen Jian didn't know them, so he didn't dare to eat them.

Suddenly, there was a panic among the crowd on the shore, followed by a gunshot.

Chen Jian jumped up in a hurry, thinking it was some kind of beast, and ran over in a hurry.

Before reaching the place, I heard someone shouting: "Oh my god! That's a person!"

Just six words, like a flash of lightning, instantly excited the people in the fleet.

The people on the shore frantically ran towards the place where the gunshots sounded. Whether they were men, women, adults or children, they couldn't believe that they would meet someone here. It was a miracle.

When Chen Jian ran over, the crowd had already entered the onlooker mode.

Two burly sailors clutched the arms of a man who struggled desperately, but to no avail.

This "person" has very long hair, which is messy and twisted together. After being caught, he can only babble.

However, it was such a "person" who shocked all the people who surrounded him.

Because this "person" was wearing clothes, although they were dark and torn because they hadn't been washed for a long time, but they were indeed clothes.

When Chen Jian walked over, the man suddenly raised his head, his brown hair and strange eyes stared at Chen Jian in horror and excitement.

"It's human!"

"living people!"

"In clothes."

"Hey, can you talk?"

"There are real people in the outside world!"

A simple person actually excited everyone.

Chen Jian looked at the guy who looked like a savage in front of him. He was the only one here who knew that there were indeed people outside, but he couldn't help showing surprise at this time.

"Let's let go first, I guess I haven't spoken for a long time, and I can't speak anymore."

The two strong men let go of their hands, and the released savage was still babbling, kissing the ground while talking.

He raised his head, pinched the fingers of his right hand, and drew something randomly on his chest.

The people around didn't know what this man was doing, only Chen Jian saw that this savage made the cross on his chest, and sighed helplessly.

Chen Jian didn't know which country the other party was from. There were often shipwrecked sailors or exiled crew members on the routes in the trade wind belt.

In addition to the normal sailor crew, there are also pirates and the like that haunt you.It is estimated that this person was either exiled or encountered shipwreck.

Taking out the means of dealing with that group of tribes in the previous life, he walked up to the savage and gestured with his hands.

After thinking for a while, Chen Jian wrote a number on the ground, which is the arithmetic Arabic numeral commonly used in China, and he used it directly in his previous life.

From one to nine, the savage suddenly showed a look of excitement, and yelled indistinctly.

Lan Qi, who was pulled onto the boat by Chen Jian, walked behind Chen Jianjian and asked in a low voice, "Can't they talk?"

"Definitely. People who can weave cloth and make clothes must be able to talk. Maybe it's just that they haven't communicated with people for a long time, and they forgot how to talk? After all, people are social animals. People and beasts who have left human society no difference."

Lan Qi nodded, and said in her heart that this time, as a member of the party, she went out to sea to see the outside world and investigate what kind of life the people in the outside world are like.

"This is a living example. If a person leaves society, what will happen to him? Then he is wearing cloth. If he is not on this small island, he must have been shipwrecked on a boat. That is to say... ...is there anyone else who sails besides us?"

Chen Jian smiled and said, "That's right, Comrade Lan Qi. What else can you think of?"

Lan Qi shrugged and said: "A lot. If you can sail, then you must have made great achievements in astronomy, at least similar to ours. Astronomy and calendar are closely related, and their calendar and mathematics are not bad. By the way, there is also iron smelting, If you can get into trouble here, you must be able to smelt iron, otherwise you will not be able to build a big ship."

Chen Jian laughed, led a few people with guns, and asked Lan Qi to follow the savage.

After walking a long way, I finally saw a small thatched hut. There were many marks carved on the wood of the door with a knife, which should be used to record how many days I spent on the island.

In the house there was a small arquebus, a keg of powder, an ax and a knife, and some lead sand.

The room is small, and these things are placed in a mess, but there is only one thing that is placed neatly on the bed made of leaves.

a book.

A well-preserved, carefully-thought-out book that is obviously read frequently.