"No, you can't treat me, I'm a Spaniard, I'm a Spanish nobleman!" A young man with a Latin face roared angrily. I saw him throw away the dung fork in his hand and look at the two Guarani overseers yelling.

"Smack!" A leather shoe kicked him in the crook of his leg from behind, and the Spaniard fell to his knees in surprise. The person behind him still didn't intend to let him go, only to see a giant hand wearing white gauze gloves pull up the Spaniard's long hair, and then drag him backwards to the edge of a deep pit more than ten meters away, and the Spaniard screamed like a pig. But the other party's dragging speed was fast, and his struggle was not only useless, but made himself more painful.

"Go down!" The man dragging him kicked the pained Spaniard into the pit, then stared at him coldly and said to the two overseers behind him, "Buried." ”

It was a large pit about three or four meters deep, with a mud wall covered with several wooden planks, and it was clear that it was originally a toilet – a public toilet with about 20 squatting positions. It's just that this toilet seems to have been abandoned for a while, not only have most of the wooden planks on it been removed, but even most of the feces accumulated in the toilet have been removed.

And what this so-called Spanish aristocrat had been doing was cleaning the toilets. They scoop up the water from the toilet with a manure scoop, put it into a wooden bucket and transport it to the field, where they water the various vegetables grown in the field. Now that the first step has been completed, a number of exiles are working on the second step, using forks to pick up the sun-dried droppings from the bottom of the latrines and then use the dung basket to pick up the fields as base fertilizer.

But he was a Spaniard – or one of the heirs of a Spanish aristocratic family. How could he continue to do such a job that seemed to him to be "lowly". So he was quick to express his displeasure. But the consequences of expressing dissatisfaction are terrible. The Spaniard, who had only been here for a few days, apparently didn't make a fuss about the situation. In Gushan Harbor, the base camp for exiled prisoners, exiled prisoners must have the consciousness of exile prisoners, whether you were a high-ranking old man or a lowly beggar, you must follow one rule here: unconditional obedience to the orders of the overseer.

These overseers include the Guaraní, the Livonia, the Koreans, the earliest inhabitants of the area, and of course some Ming, especially their leader, a eunuch who escaped from the Hengwang Mansion in Qingzhou, and is the scum of the scum. This middle-aged eunuch who has three godsons in Gushan Harbor is also the godson of the deputy captain of the Blackwater Pioneer Team and the captain of the Navy Anchu, who is in charge of Australian affairs.

Captain Ansu is well aware that this colony is full of scum in Gushan Harbor. He needed these "ruthless men" to manage the growing number of exiled prisoners in the area. As of July this year (1646), as a Gushan Port in Western Australia that has far surpassed the development of the East Australia region, its population has just touched the 2,000 mark, and its age structure is old and young, and many people have poor physical fitness. To put it bluntly, they were all eliminated people who were unfit for long-distance voyages, and stayed in the local farming land to provide food, vegetables, melons and fruits and other supplies for the fleet.

In addition, there were about 1,500 exiled prisoners in the local area, who were not counted as "persons" in the household register of Gushan Port. They will only be granted official identification and household registration at the end of their sentences. It will be formally incorporated into the management system by local government agencies. And before that, they were insecure prisoners. The overseers who manage them have the power to kill them.

There were about 90 local overseers, who were managed by a small gendarmerie office. In fact, most of the local affairs are managed by the gendarmerie, because the two cities in Australia are still military areas, and the gendarmerie is in charge of everything.

Of course, both the gendarmes and the Western Australian garrison stationed here (adapted from some soldiers of the 2nd Squadron of the Standing Force, with 250 personnel), and some other institutions, are all responsible to the deputy captain of the Blackwater Pioneer Team stationed here, who is the close deputy of Mo Dashuai, the supreme governor of Australia and the leader of the Blackwater Pioneer Team.

It was a gendarme who had just thrown the Spanish nobleman into the dunghill, and he looked at the Spaniard who was lying face down in the dunghill and waved his hand behind him. Soon, two overseers arrived with about twenty naked Aborigines. These aborigines with shackles on their feet obediently shoveled dirt into the dung pit with shovels, and worked quite hard.

The pit has been almost cleaned, and even the cow dung at the bottom of the pit has been cleaned up to the point where it is about to be discarded and filled. With the outward expansion of the residential area of Gushangang City, the public toilets that were originally dug on the periphery of the residential area will be abandoned. The fecal water in these toilets will be discarded because it can contaminate the drinking water wells dug by residents and cause diseases.

As an alternative, engineers have been looking for new sites in the distance to design some larger, more advanced toilets. The new toilets will no longer be as shabby as they used to be, and they will be built with precious cement and locally produced red bricks to ensure a certain number of years of use.

The Spaniard was vomiting vigorously at the bottom of the pit, which had been building up for years on cow dung, but he stood up in panic when he felt dirt coming down from his body. The young man shouted in panic without wiping the cow dung on his face, but no one paid attention to him, and the Australian aborigines were still filling the dung pit with dirt. Two Guarani overseers stood by and watched, and they wouldn't mind stabbing the young man if he tried to climb out of the pit.

"This month's death quota is going to be broken again! How old are they, and they can't control their temper. A middle-aged gendarme, who was about thirty or forty years old, came over at some point, looked at the young Spanish nobleman who was knocked back to the bottom of the dung pit by a shovel, frowned and said: "More than five prisoners have died at your hands this month, and the two dollars of money are gone, and Alice will not give you a good look." ”

The middle-aged gendarme is from France, and he seems to be a sergeant based on his rank. It has been several years since I came to Australia, I married a North Korean wife locally, and I currently have three children, so my household registration is naturally local.

"Hehe, it's okay. When I was free, my brothers and I rode outside for a spin, borrowed a few Aboriginal Australian heads, and mixed up a few dollars in bonuses. The relatively young man said absently. He has a bright face, short and stocky, strong muscles, at first glance is a very explosive hand, it is said that he used to be a dart player in Shandong, riding skills, martial arts are not bad.

He is currently under the hands of the middle-aged gendarme, and he is also married to the other party's sister Alice, who is a middle-aged man's more trusted subordinate, so the two talk more casually.

"The surrounding natives have been almost cleaned up, and almost two or three thousand people have been exterminated, so how can there be any indigenous tribes? If you go deep into the inland to fight the grass valley, you still have to die of this heart, I won't allow it! Also, you always borrow the military horses from the military horse farm to go out to make extra money, and the old man Wang in charge has complained to me several times, you should pay attention to me. The middle-aged gendarme lit a pipe for himself, glanced at the young gendarme, and said lightly.

The young gendarme sniffed the aroma of tobacco intoxicated, and then said with a grin: "Old man Wang has accepted several kangaroo skins from me, how can he be so ruthless." But if you can't get out, you can't go out, it's a big deal to stay in the city and stay in the city. ”

"But it's not like there's no chance of getting out." After the middle-aged man took two puffs of his cigarette, he said slowly: "The fleet from Xinhuaxia has already come twice, and it seems that no less than 600 immigrants stranded in Gushan Port will be left behind this year, and a considerable number of them are young and middle-aged. Moreover, since this year, a number of exiled prisoners have completed their sentences and become full-fledged residents, which has led to a gradual increase in the number of local populations. As the population grew, cities, farmlands, mines (quarrying), and ports would grow, and more slaves would be needed to participate in the construction. Then, it was natural to go deep into the interior to conquer the natives and capture the slaves. ”

"How could there be so many indigenous slaves? Didn't it mean that the mainland was already at war with those Guarani and Spaniards more than a year ago, and hundreds of prisoners of war and exiles were transported over a while ago, so why do you still need natives? These natives are too stupid and not easy to manage, and there are really no exiles to use. The young gendarme said suspiciously.

In fact, the Spaniards who had just been kicked down by him were a group of native exiles who had just arrived in Hong Kong more than half a month ago, and were reportedly captured by the East Coasters during the frequent border frictions last year (45 years). Since there is the first batch, then there must be a second batch, so does Australia still need so many indigenous people?

"There is no second batch." The middle-aged gendarme seemed to see through the young gendarme's thoughts, and only heard him say: "Three hundred people were sent to us, one hundred and fifty people were sent to Jinshan Port, and the rest were basically transported to New China." There's a greater need for population, you know, because so many people die of disease every year. ”

"Okay, so I'll get it when I say that." The young gendarme smiled and said, "Look at the people who have sent us." Prisoners captured during the war, forcibly relocated natives, exiled underground religious elements, criminals, and dissidents dissatisfied with the government, according to Chief An, these people are all ghosts, snakes, and gods, and they need to be taken care of. ”

"If you don't obey, you will kill, as long as there is a valid reason, you will not be counted in the death quota. With us, the sky of Australia is still our Great East Coast Republic, and these bulls, ghosts, snakes, and gods can't make any waves! (To be continued......)