After six o'clock, the place where the water and the sky met gradually turned purple and yellow, and the sun rose slowly from the sea east of the harbor as usual, and the dazzling light set the clouds with a faint gold edge, although the color was light, but it also pierced the eyes of the workers in the harbor.

But now there is no need to open your eyes to see, from six o'clock in the morning to six o'clock in the evening, the sound of cannons every hour has been continuously declaring the sovereignty of the Great Song Dynasty over Borneo for several days, more and more people are discussing in private, thinking that this Borneo is about to change the sky, so from the port to the capital, there is an indescribable throbbing, some are happy, some are depressed, and some are dazed.

Since the great war a week ago, the depressed market has long since returned to its former prosperity, and the nobles and shipowners who had not appeared in the mullah land for many days have reappeared, more attentively than ever, as if they had missed some good goods before, and all the goods sold by HSBC in these days have been sold out as soon as they are shipped.

The curfew at night in the port has also existed in name only since that night a week ago, and there is no so-called port owner in charge to inquire about it, and there will be no other unsightly figure willing to come to find the Song people unhappy.

The more than 300 captives were carefully screened, and in addition to the other prisoners who were guilty of the most heinous crime of blood debts, the able-bodied Thai half, whether Han Chinese, Tu people, or Westerners, were dragged to the construction site of the port.

Since the destruction has been carried out, it is natural to restore it, even if much of the destruction did not come from these bandits. The damaged fence was reerected and replaced with a stronger barbed wire, and with the addition of butterfly blades, it looked more impassable than ever.

The First World War established a position, and many things no longer had to be done secretly, such as graders, rollers, bulldozers, hook machines, cement mixers, and useful construction vehicles and equipment were transported to the port of Mullah for use, and the first two days were busy with the well-intentioned onlookers of the locals.

Wen Desi personally sat in the town, in addition to the Han people who came to work before, and many locals who were still watching the wind also came to apply. Nearly 300 new strong laborers have been added to Hong Kong, and all of them are honest and honest without spending a penny, and the progress of various projects is rapid.

As soon as there are many people, security becomes urgent, HSBC and the periphery of the square, the patrol group of five people put ten groups, the important entrances and exits have built simple bunkers, around the square and surrounded by fences, with the appearance of those captives now a few rags to cover their bodies, it is really more difficult to run away than to climb to the sky, there are two or three people who want to try their luck in the first two days, and the next day they hang people on the flagpole in the center of the square, and the sun has been exposed for three days, and no one dares to figure out the means of the Song people anymore.

Huang Shunqing specially sent two hundred elites to maintain in the port, hoping to make up for the previous disagreement with the Song people, after all, this time to say 'the two ends of the first rat', the Huang family can not be more deserved, but the Song people are afraid that they will never leave, for the sake of the family's safety, this surface work must also be done.

From the mullah land to the east gate of the capital, nearly 30 miles of roads have been repaired, and the square outside the HSBC store has begun to be counted, not only the ground has been leveled, but the ground of the square has also been sponged with special seepage materials, which is to prepare for the arrival of the rainy season in June and July.

Only the stalls that had been erected on the original square, which had been demolished by the Gothayans a few days earlier, have not been restored, which is the beginning of the replanning of the port of Mullah.

After completing the laying of sewers and gas pipes, and simply leveling the ground, Wen Desi did not think too much about those small merchants who were originally just doing some vegetables, grains and rice trading.

The floor of the plaza has been carefully measured, and the final plan has finally been finalized, which is only waiting to be announced to the merchants of the city before it can be officially implemented.

The street lamps decorated with straight poles and bright glass, the wide and straight avenues marked by yellow and white paint, the exquisite street signs, the strict streets, and the drainage ditches extending on both sides of the road all show the meticulousness of the Song people.

And the more this is the case, the more people are in awe of the strength of the Song people. Huang Shunzhi is a deputy minister in the country, and he has also been mentioned a lot of work in building bridges and paving roads. Such fine roads and well-organized markets, though now only in their infancy, have not been heard of since I can remember, but the money and food to be spent in them are clear, and they would never have been possible without the splash of silver.

Although the Song people spent nothing more than labor in the port, and there were prisoners of war who did not want money, the gray sand that turned into stones when it met the water, and the black gravel that paved the road had never been seen before, and I don't know how much it cost, and the glass lanterns on the poles on the roadside were even more luxurious. Glassware is now in the South Seas, whether it is the Ming Dynasty, it is not unusual, but it is still limited to the enjoyment of the nobles' private residences, just some small utensils, so it is a strange thing to put on the road, but with the current prestige of the Song people, it is not dangerous that someone dares to steal.

Imagine what this market will look like after it is completed, and the city of Boroni will be dwarfed, and I will suddenly be excited about such a new city, I really don't know what will happen to the Song people and the Huang family in the future.

It is not an exaggeration to say thousands of times that infrastructure promotes commerce, but in the end, it is better to let people feel for themselves, and the money will inevitably be earned back ten times and a hundred times, and this truth will only be understood when it is actually experienced.

It's just that in the middle of today's bustling square, it is slightly different from the previous days, people's attention is focused elsewhere, the newly renovated empty dam, and the first person to enjoy the attention is a little blank in front of the onlookers.

Kneeling side by side on the platform in the middle of the square, with a plain white prison uniform on his body, and a white hat on his head that was much higher than usual, only the hands tied behind his back did not conform to the rules.

lived for seven more days, in Ma Yazi's opinion, it is better not to live, what is called survival and death, it is really understood when it falls into the hands of the Song people.

Sit on a bench with your back against the planks and raise your feet in layers of masonry.

Cover your mouth and nose with a tissue soaked in water.

Or even just cover your eyes and listen to the sound of dripping water overnight.

If I had told him about these things in the past, they were just ordinary methods, how did I know that it would be so powerful, and before there was a fourth trick, Ma Yazi learned how to avoid torture, "Chief, I still want to recruit today." ’

From the goods at home to the various economies in the market, everything has been explained clearly, and the original daydream of changing the door is driven by the shorthairs.

But I don't want the short-haired people to turn their faces like flipping books, and early this morning, they were tied up and brought outside.

Looking around, there were many faces who had never seen each other and kneeling together, and in the middle were the two thugs who followed him in the Chen family to find trouble—the only two who were not killed. There are tables and chairs between the two groups of people kneeling opposite each other, which should be seats for the Song people's officials, but the people have not yet arrived.

Pulling Ma Yazi to the square to show the public, there must be a break, no matter what Song people want to do with themselves, it may not be a relief for him, but after seeing the crowd of onlookers around him and under the platform, his expression became calmer, and even a faint smile hung on the corner of his mouth, if there was no saliva flowing down his chin, it would not make people feel stupid. If he is recruited according to the rules of the past, he doesn't know what else to say.

The audience was crowded, and there were men and women in the front row, all of whom looked bitter and hateful.

Ma Yazi is not old and dizzy, and they all recognize it, Hu Barong, the shipowner who was relied on by him last year for two truckloads of tea, and Huang Alin, a widow who abducted someone else's little lady and sold it to Kuching the year before last, and now lives by selling some tea and fruits in Hong Kong.

Looking back, although I can't think of it for a while, all of them are very 'kind-faced', if they say that they don't have a holiday with these people on weekdays, Ma Yazi himself won't believe it.

Ma Abao, who was originally lucky, looked sideways one by one, and finally saw the father and son of the Chen family, as well as the nine-year-old who was already Peugeot and lovely, but now he ended up like this.

Seeing Ma Yazi's sneaky glance, Min Niang was still a little scared, and the events of that day were still vivid. But it was his brother Chen Lu who patted his sister's Tianling Gai behind him, and said with relief: "Min Niang, don't be afraid, he doesn't want to hurt you anymore." ”

Two days ago, the leaders of the Great Song Dynasty went door-to-door to collect evidence of these people's crimes, and the old things of bullying men and women and those unsightly old blood debts were all doxxed. It was Chen Lu's heart that settled down, and then publicized it in the neighborhood, all of them can come today, and the Han people living outside Hong Kong, together with the rich and noble people in the city, are now two or three hundred people watching the excitement in front of the stage.

Wang Liumei was dressed in a short-sleeved outfit and a pair of sunglasses, the mirror surface was mottled and dazzling under the morning sun, revealing an indescribable spirit. Chen Lu looked over, although he didn't recognize this chief, he knew that he was wearing a kind of glasses, but he didn't know why he wanted to make it ink-colored, and how to see things.

But seeing this chief walking on the wooden platform without any concern, there is a Si Wenwen behind him, looking at the costume is also the chief, and then there are all big men wearing armor, there are nearly ten people, presumably the main play is about to start.

Wang Liumei and the others sat down on the stage one after another, he and Zhuangzi Li divided the seats together, glanced at the kneeling people on both sides of the circle, and then looked at the people in the audience, and the first few knelt down.

Wang Liumei roughly flipped through a few pages of the documents on the table in front of him, picked up the wooden hammer and knocked it on the bookcase, and there was a crisp sound.

"Who is kneeling in the audience? Why did you sue the Officer? ”