Chapter 514

Ding Ling! Ding Ling!

Raul was awakened from a half dream by a faint ringing bell.

"Well... Mom... It's not dawn yet..."

He muttered about turning over and suddenly found himself very heavy. Something was pressing on his stomach, squeezing his pockets so that he couldn't move at all.

He tried to push, and as soon as he felt his arm, he pushed it to a big furry and hot ball.

The ball made a sister's voice: "brother... Don't shake me... It's so uncomfortable..."

"Ah... It's Sophia."

Memory revived.

Raul's name is Raul Bollon. He is 10 years old and comes from Spain.

He used to live with his parents and his 6-year-old sister Sophia in Viscount zona on the outskirts of Barcelona. Although he has the status of a free man, because the output of the field is not worth the annual tax of a family of four, he has never made any decisions freely since he can remember.

Freedom is simply a symbol of registered residence.

Raul's father is a farmer and a mason of the Viscount's house, and his mother is a farmer and a cook of the Viscount's house. Raul has been carrying forage in the Viscount's cow pen since childhood. Sophia is very cute. She has learned how to be an excellent maid since she was 4 years old.

This life changed two months ago.

At dinner, his father had a rare drink. After praying before dinner, he suddenly announced to his family that he had exchanged his family's 20 acre farm for four tickets to the new world.

They will go to the other side of the ocean, where his majesty established a new town called Miami. There are no greedy nobles, and even the humble free people can eat the food planted in their fields.

Then... They boarded the immigrant ship called Mayflower, crowded into the cabin of more than ten square meters with six other families, and were allowed to get out of the cabin for only half an hour every day.

The feeble bell is the time of zero every day. Hearing the bell means the beginning of a new day.

"Today, it should be the 33rd day..." Raul muttered and moved his ass. a crisp feeling spread through half of his body like a needle, which made him take a breath.

But he really has no position to complain.

The cabin was very crowded. In order to give children more room to rest, the men divided the small cabin into seven parts.

Raul's family occupies an included angle near the hull and has its own porthole. As long as the weather is fine, Raul and Sophia can even bask in the sun for one to two hours.

But because of the exclusive porthole, the deck belonging to them is half smaller than that of other families.

Father slept like a city wall between two large bags of luggage. Mother's body was against the rough bulkhead. Raul lay on her mother's leg. Sophia used Raul's flat stomach as a pillow. Only in this way can this small precious space completely fill the four members of their family.

Mom hasn't laid down for many days

Raul rubbed Sophia's fluffy hair and thought, suddenly feeling a light in front of his eyes.

Sunrise?

He opened his eyes in surprise and saw a gentle golden light overflow from the small porthole window. It was really the appearance of the rising sun.

But didn't the bell ring just now?

The bell only rings at zero. The sun shouldn't rise so fast.

Did the bell just ring mean something else? The ship broke down? Pirates? Or... Ashore?

Thinking of landing, Raul sat up with a miso.

Mother was awakened by the sudden action. Sophia's small body was lifted out and hit her father's back with a bang.

Dad fell straight forward and hit his neighbor's sister with a head hammer. My sister thought it was obscene and screamed, pulling the whole cabin out of sleep.

"What's the matter! What's the matter!"

"Dad, Mr. burclon wants to kiss me!"

"What!"

"Tuka, this is a misunderstanding!"

"You mean coyote, explain to God!"

"I said it was a misunderstanding! Sophia hit me!"

"Brother... You hurt me... WOW!!!"

Chaos!

Seeing that his father was about to be caught by the neighbor's Mr. Tuka, Raul summoned up his courage and opened his hand to block between the two adult men.

"Mr. Tuka, Dad, the sunrise!"

Tuka's fist stopped in the air, clenched his teeth and cut his teeth: "what's strange about sunrise? Little Raul, get out of the way, your father must pay for his behavior!"

"But the bell rang a few minutes ago! As soon as the bell rang, the sun came out!"

"Eh? As soon as the bell rings, the sun... Comes out?"

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On January 2, 1786, the Mayflower docked in the new port of Miami Beach after 32 days of sailing.

Holding his sister's hand, Raul stepped on the board in confusion.

In front of him was a bustling port with a large flow of people.

From north to south, the long stone embankment extends forward along the coastline. Every few tens of meters, a wide stone plank road branches to the sea, with a short length of 40-50 meters and a long length of 200-300 meters.

The berthing conditions of Miami Beach are very good. On the side facing the Atlantic Ocean, there are dozens of kilometers of shallow sandy beaches. On the side facing the bay of Biscay, the water depth is uniform. Only a short plank road can meet the berthing needs of large ships.

This is a godsend for Miami Beach to expand to its current size in a few years.

Lorraine has set aside a large port area along the coast of Biscay Bay. The old port is located on the other side of Hekou town. There are scheduled sea crossing bridge plots and ferry terminals connecting both sides. The north is the new port fully delivered in November last year, and the south is the phase III commercial port opened at the same time.

The newly arrived pioneers didn't understand the reason. They were just shocked.

There is an endless Baishi wharf. Beside the wharf is a flat seawall dotted with flower beds. Beside the seawall is a broad Binhai Avenue with palm roads. On the other side of the avenue is a row of color wall buildings with scattered heights.

Most of the port areas of Xingang have been sold, but after all, the starting time is short. So far, only about one third of them have been completed, and more are buildings still under construction.

But such a hot construction scene is more stimulating than the prosperity of Commerce. Construction teams, material trucks, mountains of materials beside the road, and the dense shadow of ships on the wharf

Raul nervously grabbed his father's sleeve and cowered behind the adult: "Dad... This... Don't you say that his Majesty the king built Miami recently?"

Dad opened his mouth and looked dull: "I... the herald did say that Miami was built by the Florida governor's house last year."

"Honey, there aren't so many ships in the port of Barcelona..." my mother's performance is no more calm than the children.

"Barcelona is still more prosperous than here!" my father seems to be persuading my mother, more like persuading myself, "I went to Barcelona the year before last. Although it's not as full as here, the wharf in Barcelona is much larger..."

"Barcelona is so prosperous..."

Mother breathed a long sigh of relief. She didn't know what part of the conversation made her relieved.

"Honey, what shall we... Do next?"

"Next..." Dad was stunned.

According to the news he heard from Spain, immigrants should go to the city hall for naturalization as soon as they arrive in the new town, and local officials will take them to their new residence and arrange their fields.

If the local environment is bad, adult men may also receive weapons, receive unified military training, participate in slave hunting, bandit suppression or patrol to defend the town.

In a word, their purpose should be clear, that is to go to the city hall.

The problem is, dad always thought Miami was just an ordinary town, because near the sea, there would be a wharf composed of two or three plank roads, a section of log wall, and four or five hundred residents. No matter where you stand, you can see the city hall and church at a glance.

Who knows

What to do

"Mom, we have to find Mr. pilot." little Sophia's voice broke the unspeakable embarrassment. "Uncle bearded sailor told me that Mr. pilot would give us a map with the way to the immigration department."

"Immigration department?" Raul looked at his sister strangely. "Sophia, what is immigration department?"

"It's a good place to make houses and land," said uncle bearded sailor

"Is it a good place..." Raul looked inquisitively at his father, and his mother looked at his father with the same eyes.

"Dad?" "honey?"

"In a word, go and have a look." Dad smiled bitterly as he carried his luggage. "We have no way back. If we encounter danger... Raul, run with my sister."

"Yes!"