In 1983, a small island started from a large farmer

After paying the money, Du Haijun boarded a fishing boat full of fishy smell in the dim light.

He was obviously out of tune with everyone else. There were more than a dozen people crammed into the cramped fish hold, almost all of them coastal fishermen wearing Liberation shoes. They could only stand by the side and even found it difficult to squat.

Du Haijun, who arrived last, could only stand in the middle, surrounded by illegal immigrants emitting various smells.

"Brother Biao, there are too many people down there. Can I go upstairs to get some fresh air?"

A Biao, who was in charge of reception, said, "I'm sorry, the conditions are a bit simple. Please be patient for now. It will be much better when we get on the big ship."

After saying that, A Biao closed the fish hold.

The person who came to help joked, "Brother Biao, who on earth is this? He is smuggling and still dressed like this. They will stay in the ship for several months. They are so clean, aren't they afraid that someone will get bored and peep through them?"

Ah Biao was a little speechless: "It seems that it was introduced by an acquaintance of Boss Gao."

"Looking at his appearance, he probably ran away after committing a crime. He is probably not a good person."

"Why bother with so much? We are only responsible for collecting money. In our line of work, we should talk less and do more. You know what I mean? Otherwise, if you really run into a big boss, you will be thrown into the sea."

"Understood, Brother Biao."

After saying this, the man named A Biao brought two baskets of miscellaneous fish and poured them directly on the deck. He also covered the lid of the fish hold, disguising himself as having just gone out to sea to fish.

In the fish hold, Du Haijun had a gloomy face. After the cabin was covered, the light inside was so dark that it was a little scary.

The fishy smell rushed into his nose and made him retch on the spot.

The person standing nearby quickly said, "Brother, please don't vomit."

Du Haijun took out the chicken-blasting lighter he carried with him and lit it. Then he could see clearly that the small fish hold was packed with people.

They all had very dark faces and were wearing shabby clothes. They looked like country troop soldiers, and they carried a lot of things with them.

Some had mooncakes hanging around their necks, some carried quilts on their backs, some wore five or six pieces of clothing, and many carried spittoons for use as toilets. They all looked like they were fleeing from disaster.

A young man asked first: "Your lighter is nice, what brand is it?"

Du Haijun didn't want to talk to them, and at this moment, the fishing boat started up. Suddenly, the smell of diesel and the shaking from side to side made Du Haijun finally unable to bear it and vomited on the spot.

Suddenly, the whole cabin was filled with a smell. Even the fishermen in the cabin couldn't help it and started cursing in the local dialect.

"Salin, he doesn't know how to take a boat, yet he dares to sneak across the border. When we change boats later, we must not be with him."

"Black Pig, give him the spittoon you're holding quickly, don't let him vomit all over the cabin, it's disgusting."

Du Haijun, whose face turned pale from vomiting, didn't care anymore. He took the spittoon and was about to continue vomiting, but he smelled a foul odor from the spittoon.

His face turned even paler, his stomach churned, and he vomited even more violently.

He had never experienced such a disgusting thing since he was a child. Du Haijun finally couldn't bear it anymore. He now only hoped that the boat could stop and kept knocking on the top cover.

But the people on the boat had no intention of opening the door. Instead, they hammered on the door with a long stick and shouted, "Be quiet, or you'll be discovered. I'll throw you into the sea to feed the sharks first."

"Also don't use lighters in there, and don't turn on the flashlight, the light will shine through."

After sailing for more than half an hour, the fishing boat arrived at the new dock of Dandan Island. A Biao was counting the number of people with a small notebook.

"Li Sande."

"exist."

"You only paid a deposit of 5,000 yuan. How are you going to pay the rest?"

Li Sande smiled and said, "After I arrived in Amei, I worked to pay off my debts."

"Then we have to make it clear in advance. The interest rate is not low. You may have to work for a year to pay off all the money."

"No problem. I will definitely work hard when I get to Amei."

A Biao said, "I'll register you. Let's go directly to the cabin. It's a bit crowded, so bear with it."

Li Sande was so happy that he carried his quilt, a large bucket of water, and a lot of dried fish and mooncakes and got on board.

He heard from people who went abroad that it was very difficult to smuggle across the border, and many people starved to death. They had to bring more things with them, and also had to bring something for self-defense, so they wouldn't be bullied on the boat.

When Li Sande excitedly came to the cabin, his brows instantly frowned. He was not afraid of the fishy smell, but the sour smell inside made him feel sick.

"Fuck, why does it stink so badly?"

A man named Lin Agou cursed: "Ask this guy in a suit. He has been vomiting non-stop since he got on board."

Li Sande glanced at Du Haijun, who was vomiting all over the corner of the fish hold. He did not look down on him, but became more friendly.

He had also seen the world, and the suit he wore was obviously not simple, and was no worse than those worn by his relatives in Southeast Asia.

This person is definitely a big shot. It is always a good thing to know more people. Who knows, there may be more ways out in the future.

There is a saying that goes, maybe the person in front of you is just a tiger in a plain being bullied by a dog. If he has a chance to turn things around in the future, maybe he will remember his kindness.

"Hello, boss. This is my first time on a boat."

After being on the ship for so long, someone still took the initiative to talk to him. Du Haijun glanced at the man and asked, "Where are we?"

"Boss, we are on Dandan Island."

Upon hearing this, Du Haijun frowned and couldn't help but ask, "That Li Duoyu, is he from this island?"

Li Sande nodded and said, "Yes, Li Duoyu is from this island, and he is also my cousin."

After hearing this, Du Haijun's face turned gloomy, and he even started to dislike the person in front of him.

After Li Sande said this, the people in the fish hold who were trying to smuggle themselves across the river became very interested.

"You are Li Duoyu's cousin, why did you run away and sneak across the border? Why don't you just follow him?"

Li Sande sighed and complained: "We are just relatives, but not emotional. We are not as warm as our neighbors."

However, he did not tell everyone that Li Duoyu had also given them opportunities, but they could not endure hardship, so he did not take care of them.

After all five people from Dandan Island boarded the ship, Brother Biao, who was in charge of the pick-up, said, "Next, you guys stay quiet. We are about to meet up with the big ship. If we run into the police on the way, you must not make a sound, otherwise all the money you paid will be wasted."

A fishing boat with a dim light on was heading slowly towards the open sea.

After the Lantern Festival riddle guessing activity ended, Zhang Erhu from Dandan Island brought militiamen to Li Duoyu’s house.

Li Duoyu and Xiao Tutu had just come out of the bathroom after taking a shower. The child was still sleepy and had no idea what had just happened.

After Zhou Xiaoying took little Tutu in her arms, she saw Company Commander Zhang coming for something, so she went straight back to her room to sleep.

Li Duoyu glanced at Captain Zhang and found that the militiamen were almost fully armed.

"Captain Zhang, you have something to ask me."

Zhang Erhu nodded and said:

"I have something to report to Director Li, and I would also like to ask Director Li for a favor."

"Anything I can do to help, just let me know."

Zhang Erhu said: "It is like this, just now, we received an order from our superiors saying that someone stole tonight and asked us to patrol the sea.

As for our militia company’s fishing boats, you know that they haven’t been replaced for many years, and ordinary small boats can’t catch up.”

Li Duoyu smiled and said:

"Are you here to borrow a boat?"

"Director Li is indeed a wise man. The higher-ups hope you can provide some small support."

Li Duoyu frowned. To be honest, it was not that he was unwilling to lend the money, but he had been taking a wait-and-see attitude towards the matter of smuggling from the beginning to the end.

Smuggling is definitely illegal, but in this era, it doesn’t seem to be such a bad thing. People go to high places and water flows to low places.

It is normal to go where there is money to be made.

Not long ago, he gave a class in the village, mainly talking about the dangers that may be encountered when smuggling.

As a result, half of the village came to attend the class. Li Duoyu felt helpless, even though the economic situation of Dandan Island is already very good.

But most people still have the desire to smuggle themselves across the border. After all, they can earn thousands of dollars every month by washing dishes.

They can definitely afford this hardship.

After all, they have endured all the hard times, so this little bit of hardship is nothing to them.

They are lucky to be on Dandan Island, as there are fishing boats near the sea, but the economy of the neighboring Digua County is still very poor.

In some places not near the sea, two pieces of sweet potatoes and a pot of water can make a meal, and there are many families like this.

Naturally, smuggling became their only chance, although the organization had always asked them to do a good job in ideological work.

Li Duoyu only talked about stopping smuggling but never took any actual action.

At most, they would paint slogans on the white walls of the village.

[Smuggling once, regret for a lifetime]

[Smuggling activities will not stop until the day you start, and the fight against smuggling will never stop]

But last year, the US Congress enacted the Immigration Reform and Control Act, which provided amnesty to illegal immigrants.

It was this bill that completely set off a wave of illegal immigration into the country, and a large number of people from Fujian Province are gearing up to head towards the world.

The tide of the times is something that cannot be stopped by human power. All he can do is to warn those who intend to smuggle themselves across the border of the dangers they may encounter on the way.

Nowadays, there are two main routes for smuggling. One is called the East Line, which goes to the island country, and the other is called the West Line, which goes to Ame.

The eastern route is relatively simpler but has a lower success rate and a relatively high probability of being caught. People from Digua County especially like to go to the eastern route because the price charged by the snakeheads is also low.

The western route is much more expensive, but it is very torturous because the cargo ships heading to Aramco do not cross the Pacific directly.

Instead, you have to go to Southeast Asia first, then go to India, cross the Suez Canal, pass the Mediterranean Sea and the Atlantic Ocean, and finally reach Aramco.

This process is extremely long. Even the fastest ship will take several months. If you encounter a slower ship or some setbacks along the way, it is possible that it will take a year.

According to the regulations on smuggling, these people are not allowed to go on the deck and can only live at the bottom of the cabin from beginning to end.

You have to eat, drink, defecate, urinate and sleep in it. Being in a closed space for half a year is really not something that most people can endure.

If you get sick during this period, you may be thrown directly into the sea.

Because Li Duoyu also joked in class: "If you really sneak across the border, remember to bring more medicine, such as antibiotics and medicine for enteritis."

Li Duoyu thought that since smuggling could not be stopped, he should teach them some methods and knowledge to save their lives. This would reduce the number of deaths and be a disguised form of protection.

In fact, the way the higher-ups handled this matter was very ambiguous, and was not as decisive as when they cracked down on smuggling.