Chapter 518

Ferry, alley, carriage, Tian Yuan

Across the blue cabys Bay, you can enjoy the clean and tidy urban area of the estuary. When the scenery beside the car gradually widened and the continuous grass hills replaced the buildings, Raul finally saw the green and white road signs carved with pansy lace on the dirt roadside.

There are three road signs with single arrow, one of which points to the northwest. The sign surface is written with black flowers [Bosques dealces], a woodland haunted by elk.

Raul secretly taught himself a little writing in Viscount Zuna's bullpen and could barely recognize the handwriting of [Alces].

That's what elk means, probably because it's easy to write and recognize. The talkative coachman referred to elk woodland as alches all the way.

Is our new home at the end of the road? Raul's heart throbbed.

The destination of the interval carriage was Mailang Township, and never turned into the path of alches. The boclons had to get off at the fork.

Raul took his sister's hand, and father and mother carried their luggage.

When all the luggage was removed from the carriage, the coachman said to his father, "follow this path for another kilometer. You see the stream on the side? Follow the water when you see a fork in the road."

"In addition to this correct road, other roads are either stepped out by Indians or left by wild animals looking for water. You are not familiar with your life. If you go wrong, you may encounter danger."

Dad nodded hurriedly.

"What do you want to do first when you get home?" asked the coachman.

"Probably... I want to build the house first. I can't let the children live in tents all the time."

"What the chamber of commerce provides is an authentic felt tent. Although it may be a little old, it has excellent thermal insulation and spacious space, so the house is large and can be built slowly."

"My advice to you is to find a job in Mailang Township immediately after you settle down. You only need to leave one person to take care of the field at home. Anyway, even if you plant potatoes, it will take 100 days from planting to harvest."

"Before that, you have to get a foothold. There is a labor recommendation office set up by the chamber of Commerce in Mailang township. If there is a job, there will be a salary, and if there is a salary, there will be food, which is the key."

"I see..."

Dad suddenly realized that his anxiety about the unknown life dissipated again.

The family said goodbye to the coachman and embarked on the journey. The weather in Miami is warm and pleasant. It has the meaning of spring just after new year's day. Grass buds are new and birds are singing.

Sophia fell asleep in her mother's arms. They got off the ship early in the morning and have been walking on a strange land for a day. Now the sunset is hanging on the horizon, red and yellow. They start a large fire cloud and lie leisurely in the woods.

They soon saw the stream that appeared many times in the conversation. The clear stream is less than half a meter deep, leaving large areas of stone beaches on both sides, paved with dazzling pebbles.

Go straight along the stream, cross several plausible fork roads, cross a brand-new wooden bridge, and come from the left bank to the right bank of the stream.

Elk woodland is right there. There are continuous green pastures near and gentle rolling hills far away.

At the end of the hill is the forest, which is supposed to be the wild forest inhabited by deer and Indians in the legend.

Dad put down his luggage, wiped his sweat, and glanced over the scattered tents far and near.

There were twenty or thirty tents, but only more than ten of them had their curtains lifted, and the yard was full of firewood and forage. A group of children chased the dog through the tent, laughing and running to the village square.

There is the only formal building in the village on the square, a small wooden building with double towers and double floors. The tip of the tower floats the Spanish flag and the State Flag of the Florida governor's office. A simple flagpole has been built in the open space in front of the building, which is only two floors short. The tricolor Viola flag that my father has known is floating on the flagpole.

However, this tricolor viola is different from the tricolor Viola seen all the way. It has no grain and no edge. The calyx overlaps with a shape similar to X. at first glance, it looks like a pirate flag with a white background.

"Is that the village office?" Dad pointed to the white flag of the pirate flag. "Ms. Vivian asked us to find the village head first... Raul, let mom and sister have a rest, and we'll find the village head first."

"Well," Raul nodded solemnly.

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Different from the three-dimensional political model established by the eastern empire in the long era of centralization, the western political model has always been a combination of flat and three-dimensional.

This is the political legacy of the feudal fiefdom era.

At that time, the LORD had complete and independent political rights in his territory, and each manor could be regarded as an independent country.

The manor government is only responsible to their Lord, and the Lord himself, as the vassal of the superior Lord, needs to be responsible to his Lord.

The so-called Lord's Lord is not my Lord, and the vassal of the vassal is not my vassal, which comes from it.

This political model is constantly changing slightly with the growth of civil rights consciousness.

In constitutional Britain, for example, the aristocratic class headed by the king surrendered their rights and was replaced by the parliament representing the "national".

Governments at all levels are accountable to parliaments at all levels, thus completing the formation of "flat" in the political model. The head of government is responsible to the superior government, thus completing the formation of "three-dimensional".

After the founding of the United States, which advocated democracy, it carried out a bold "three-dimensional" reform of this political model.

The governor is no longer accountable to the federal government, but only to the state parliament; Mayors and mayors are no longer accountable to the state government, but only to the city and town councils.

They have even begun experimenting with true popular politics.

In American townships, villages and some towns, they completely abandoned Parliament and held an open "residents' assembly" every parliamentary week.

Under this administrative division, every resident who is a native and an adult can freely express his views at the residents' assembly, discuss and decide on the legislation and budget of the town and countryside, and the government will make a special or comprehensive administrative report to the assembly.

The residents' assembly also elects an administrative committee.

The members of the committee are different from the former members. Their nature is amateur and public welfare. They no longer master specific rights. They only supervise the daily operation of the government and public affairs on behalf of the general assembly and employ appropriate town and township village heads with the special funds decided by the general assembly.

This is a great innovation in the political system, the appointment system of heads of government.

Through this market-oriented means, government members are completely separated from the original civil service system, the operation of the government tends to the company, its relationship with the committee is like the CEO and the board of directors, and residents are like the shareholders of the company.

Lorraine appreciates this kind of anarchic government reform, but Miami is a Spanish colony after all. Even if Drake chamber of Commerce has a huge voice, it is impossible to change the country's inherent political model.

The mayor of Miami is still appointed by the governor's office, and is responsible to the Political Council and the governor's office. The lower level of the city hall has the District Council, and the lower level of the town council has the District Council.

But at the grass-roots level without a parliament, such as the "community" in Hekou town and the "village" in Tianyuan Town, Lorraine still exerted his influence on Miami.

The grass-roots administrative affairs are led by the residents' assembly, imitating the American election administrative committee. The members of the committee are set up according to the grass-roots population, and the chairman of the committee is the head of the community and township.

Both the Committee and the chairman of the committee are amateur and public welfare in nature. They do not belong to civil servants and do not receive job remuneration. If the residents' assembly believes that a full-time manager is needed to run the grass-roots level, the assembly will raise employment funds by itself and the committee will employ them, basically copying the "national politics" model of the United States.

This system has been implemented for a short time. Only two communities in Hekou town held the first residents' assembly and completed the first committee election.

The remaining applicable community villages are still in the implementation stage, and the temporary manager is temporarily held by Drake's employees. Only the two key points of ensuring amateur and public welfare in terms of personnel nature, so as to clamp down the rights of the future administrative committee from the source.

But for the time being, dad and Raul don't know the difference between Miami and Viscount zona.

They naturally equate the elk woodland with the knight manor in Spain, regard the village as the knight's castle, and regard the village head as a great and noble knight.

Trembling, they walked to the brand-new little building, which was far from luxurious. Their eyes glanced from bottom to top, uneasily looking for the evil dogs hidden in the shadow and the superior guards and servants who could pass on and ask for them.

But they found nothing.

There were no guards, slaves, or evil dogs. Outside the village office, there was only a docile pony tied to a stake, which was polished with oil, and there were dry water stains on the ground.

Dad's in trouble.

There are only naughty children outside the knight's castle. Look at the children's clothes. They are all children from poor families. Inform... What to do?

Raul silently pulled his father's clothes, stretched out his hand and pointed to the open door of the village office.

Dad glared at Raul angrily, which meant nothing.

[what if the door is open? Can you break in?]

Raul winked back immediately: [can you knock?]

[knock on the door? If you bump into something, don't you ask for trouble?]

[but you can't stand still?] Raul held the corner of his eye against his mother's direction, [mother is still waiting with Sophia in her arms.]

"This..."

Dad covered his mouth and pondered. Before the voice could spit out from his mouth, a strong man with a face full of flesh was killed in the village office.

He was wearing broad legged cotton padded trousers like a docker and a fat shirt. His short blond hair was turned up vertically, and his bulging cheeks were crisscrossed with scars.

He has only one hand!

The only right hand had a burst of green tendons, and the thick palm held a long half eaten bread stick. It was very powerful.

He strode straight into the square from the gate and shouted at the noisy children with a broken Gong like voice: "bastards! Get back to me and eat potatoes!"

The children dispersed in a crowd, leaving only a variety of exclamations floating in the air along the evening wind.

"Run! The pirates are coming!"

Raul and his father looked at each other, stared at each other for a long time, and saw more and more pale faces from the inverted view of each other's pupils.

"Sea... Pirates?!"