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Days of heavy rain had finally passed, and the Hudson River in the Appalachian Valley was much more turbulent than usual. From time to time, small animals drowned in the torrential rain upstream, mixed with the trunks and branches of trees soaked in rotten and black, rolled towards the south.

On the west side of the twisted river, in the slightness of the valley, West Point has undergone two expansions in the past month, from a village of no more than twenty acres to a real town.

As more and more Native American hired workers became proficient, the production of cement and masonry and other building materials in the Brooklyn Industrial Area also increased to a relatively considerable level, and even some of the brick and stone firing factories were directly resold to Delaware Indian villages in exchange for more land. The Brooklyn Industrial Zone, which had saved up a group of skilled workers, had to pay a very low price to obtain these rudimentary industrial products in large quantities, much to the delight of the long-coveted village leaders.

Today, even West Point has a number of mixed wood and stone houses, and in the vast township surrounded by wooden walls and guard towers, every outdoor immigrant enjoys a large area of comfortable housing. Even some of the most critical militarized facilities use higher-grade cement building materials.

The new vegetable fields outside the town are already green, and the vines on the grape trellises are much thicker than before, and a few European women are carefully sorting the crops in the fields and grape sheds.

The damp and rainy days forced the residents of West Point to spend a few days of irritable and dreary life, except for the young men who had to go to the mines to work as overseers for the Pécot Indian prisoners of war, and the women's families had to huddle in their houses all day to sew canvas - an order commissioned by the Brooklyn Industrial Zone, for which the Brooklyn Shipyard, under the Department of Industry, was to be paid 1 Spanish silver dollar for every 5 square meters.

The Manhattan community has begun to gradually replace vouchers with Spanish silver dollars sent by European trade, and the basic huàn ratio is now maintained at the standard of 1 Spanish silver dollar:100 vouchers. Although vouchers are easier to carry, for European immigrant men and women, these genuine silver coins are a real economic symbol of living in an unfamiliar place.

In the eyes of the people of the Manhattan community, both silver coins and vouchers are just means of payment for goods. However, in order to prevent any hidden dangers that might lead to economic instability, the community committee temporarily used the first batch of Spanish silver dollars as the current currency, and gradually recovered the large vouchers that had been issued before. After Lin Youde and other industrial tycoons have solved the problem of equipment and steam power, the community committee will actually issue its own currency.

For the families of English immigrants who can only do these jobs, sewing European cheesecloth into canvas can subsidize a little bit of the family's livelihood, as long as they complete the weekly orders, they can earn more living security for the family. The cost is so much, from traditional candles to novel kerosene lamps, from easy-to-clean honeycomb coals to beautiful white porcelain pans and cutlery, and especially the surprisingly expensive imported olive oil from Europe, that it costs every family a lot of money.

It is worth mentioning that the stainless steel kitchenware that was once rotten and exported to Southeast Asia sorted out from the warehouse in the ruins of the catastrophe has also become a legend in West Point. Housewives could hardly believe their eyes, and at one point someone left a pan outside the house in the sun and rain for days to prove that they were not brain-dead.

It is said that when the first mirror was bought by an English uncle, he thought that the other party had miscalculated the price, and almost hid it at home for a week before daring to take it out.

Early in the morning, the Rev. Brest walked out of the house in a clean robe and headed for a newly built chapel in town. The U.S. government's tolerant and indifferent attitude toward religious beliefs made Brest very emotional, and although he no longer had any hope of being able to preach the gospel of God to all the American people, at least he wanted to keep the immigrants living in West Point from feeling alienated from God.

An Englishman who had lost a leg in the Indian War at West Point became the acting mayor of West Point, and now that English immigrants are semi-formal free residents, Brest has rightfully become the town's full-time chaplain.

"Good morning, honorable Reverend Brest!"

"Oh, morning, Danielson!"

Brest had just reached the door of the chapel when he saw a European immigrant who had only recently been assigned to live in West Point, a Dutch young man who dreamed of making a fortune in the New World but was once imprisoned in a prison cell of the U.S. Coast Guard.

Stopping with a smile, Brest put his hand on the other's shoulder like a loving father, his mouth just opened, but he seemed to see something, and suddenly changed to a very rusty Mandarin and said, "God forbid...... Very...... Well, you adapt, live, start happy. ”

The Dutch young man stared blankly at the English priest in front of him, his mouth wide open, a little inexplicable.

"Oh, young man, don't forget, you're still in custody, and if you don't want to be picked on by the sheriff of the town, go to work......"

Seeing the "American Sheriff" in a police uniform walking leisurely not far away, Brest could only lower his voice.

"Hey, Lao Bu, are you going to start preaching today?"

Glancing at the Dutchman who was hurrying to the vegetable field outside the town with a wooden rake, Sheriff Guan Ruzhong subconsciously touched the dog-legged scabbard hanging from his waist, with a vigilant smile on his face.

The former construction team technician who had to stay in West Point because he was involved in the rape of an Indian girl and sparked the war, is now the only police officer and sheriff in West Point. Guan Ruzhong's 1.8 meter size has almost become a symbol throughout West Point. And his other companion Mao Jian, who also experienced the same experience, became the tax collector of West Point.

Unlike the image of an ordinary dock worker who did not say a word in the Manhattan community after the catastrophe, Guan Ruzhong at this time actually spoke fluent English and was obviously highly educated. This change surprised Mao Jiandu, who had previously taken the initiative to intercede and apply to stay in West Point Town.

"Oh, dear Mr. Sheriff, I want to correct it, not preaching, but praying to God." Pastor Brest actually liked the sheriff, who usually looked dignified, but was actually very tolerant of every European immigrant in West Point.

"Well, everybody needs a little sustenance...... May God hear your prayers. Guan Ruzhong said, and raised his hand to look at the table below, "The fleet should be able to arrive this time, because of this damn weather, the transportation has been interrupted for several days." ”

Due to the temporary interruption of shipping on the Hadson River, which is guided by heavy rains upstream, more than 2,000 tons of iron ore and several times the amount of coal have now accumulated in ore warehouses outside West Point.

The Committee agreed to continue the weekly delivery of supplies. And also mysteriously told that it will bring a new gadget to West Point.

Guan Ruzhong's attitude made Guan Ruzhong disagree, and he is now worried that the supervision of the two mines is almost at a critical point. In the past month, the capture of the remnants of the Pecot Indians by the Mohican Indians allied with the Manhattan community has brought the total number of POW laborers at the two mines to more than 1,000! And even if the temporary amnesty was given to the dozen or so Dutchmen who joined West Point, the number of male residents in West Point would only reach 45.

The 45 men, plus the 10-man land garrison stationed at West Point, were barely enough for self-defense, and there were not enough people to be transferred to the mine to serve as overseers. In the end, only a few Mohican fighters were hired to serve as guards in the prisoner-of-war labor camp.

In the coming months, West Point will receive more European immigrants, all of whom will be bankrupt farmers or simply indentured servitudes, according to the committee's revealed plans.

This semi-isolated settlement of Europeans made Guan Ruzhong secretly insomnia for several nights for a while, and the bags under his eyes protruded during the day, as for the reason, Mao Jian, the only friend after the catastrophe, did not know.

It took less than an hour to walk around everything from the public bathhouse to the septic tank, from the gutters to the guard tower, and even the small lumberyard outside the town.

Seeing that the time was almost up, Guan Ruzhong walked towards the mayor's house, planning to discuss how to deal with the resettlement of more immigrants in the future.

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In the distance of the river, the familiar motor of a fishing boat could be heard, and the European men and women left behind in West Point or the Mohican Indian hired men stood awaitingly by the small pier. They all stared at the far bend of the river, expecting the appearance of the fleet.

Fishing boats slowly appeared at a speed of less than 3 knots, and a slip of cement barges was towed behind them. In view of the tight capacity of inland waterways, this 20-ton wood-reinforced cement barge built by the Brooklyn shipyard is basically used in a disposable-use manner.

The fleet full of various supplies approached the dock with great difficulty, and more than a dozen Mohican Indian hired men quickly pulled the ropes thrown by the Delaware Indian hired men on the barge, and then slowly pulled the barges to the shore.

Before unloading, nearly 20 European women walked to the dock with laughter. The residents of West Point, accustomed to the sudden sound of fishing boats without sails, are staring only at the various daily necessities on the barge, and clutching silver coins or vouchers in their hands.

A group of about 30 European men and women, dressed in rudimentary but extremely clean clothes, silently streamed down from the fishing boats, the men were as shaved as the townspeople had been, with their hats torn and their hats, and the women carrying small luggage parcels in their hands. This scene made the residents of West Point waiting at the dock slightly stunned, and then drew crosses on their chests.

"Haha, Xiaoguan, have you been in a hurry these days?!"

Liu Baidong, the 40-year-old captain of the fishing boat and the commander of the fleet, jumped ashore with a smile, handed over a cigarette, and said with a smug expression: "Last week, the Mermaid met an English sailing ship while whaling in the open sea, and it is said that it was lost in a storm on the way to Jamestown, New England. The ship was about to fall apart, and after more than ten days, the sailors on board were dying, and there were more than 40 Irish or Scottish male and female passengers in the cabin, all European refugees who were too poor to eat. These belong to ordinary people who don't have any special skills, so they can be regarded as supplementing your manpower! ”

After saying that, the honest old fisherman swept the down-and-out Irishman who had been disinfecting and observing the Staten Island quarantine area for a few days with sympathetic eyes.

"Mayor William, please arrange the residence of these residents immediately!" Guan Ruzhong immediately shouted to a middle-aged man with only one leg and a wooden crutch left among the residents of West Point Town behind him.

"Oh, merciful God! They're going to have a good life. Acting Mayor William the One-Legged hurriedly greeted a few young men and women, and a group of West Point residents greeted them and led the unfortunate Irish crowd that had almost perished at sea into the town's walled gates.

"Just these daily necessities? Are you going to drain the meagre income of these Europeans again? The shop managed by Mao Jian can not be sold cheaply. ”

Guan Ruzhong looked at the boatload of unloaded materials, most of which were building materials, and the real daily necessities were actually only one boat, so his brows furrowed.

"Now the production in the industrial zone has just started, and now there are few people in West Point, so there is not much to lack. By the way, there is also a doctor among these Irishmen who is now seeing the 'miracle' at the community hospital, and will bring it to you when he is ready. ”

Liu Baidong also had a rare sense of humor, and then turned back and beckoned a young man among the porters on the boat and shouted: "Qin Gong, don't rub it off, let people move the good things down!" ”

"Well, I know, you guys clean up the docks quickly, this thing is precious, and I can't afford to go wrong." The young engineer carefully tightened the rope of the wooden box covered with canvas beside him, and showed a dissatisfied expression to Liu Baidong.

The so-called engineer Qin Zhaohe, 28 years old this year, was just an ordinary mechanic in a dock machine repair shop before the disaster, and is the nephew of Aunt Hai Huifen, who is now in charge of the Ministry of Agriculture. Because he loved manual work since he was a child, he learned electric welding, did auto parts, worked carpentry, and drove a truck when he grew up, so he went to his cousin Hai Huifen's house and found a job as a mechanic at the dock, but he was involved in the catastrophe with Hai Huifen, who came to deliver food to him.

"What the hell is so good, so mysterious?" Guan Ruzhong looked at the mysterious appearance of the two, and still couldn't figure it out.

"Didn't you complain about the water seepage in the mine all the time, hehe...... Chief Engineer Lin and they came up with a real yàn steam pump! Basically, they are all self-produced parts, and the sealing design made of old tire rubber is intended to be tried in West Point, which is a bit clumsy, but if the performance in all aspects meets the design indicators, then it will not be long before the first batch of real steam engines can be used in our industrial area! ”

Qin Zhaohe triumphantly looked at the wooden boxes behind him that were carefully carried down by the Indian boatmen, and his eyes flashed with pride.

"Chief Engineer Lin is mighty! It's so domineering! Guan Ruzhong also shouted suddenly, his voice full of uncontrollable excitement. Steam-powered! In the future, you can save a lot of diesel in the industrial area, and even don't worry about running out of diesel!

"It's just a real thing, and I don't know how many more accidents will happen. During this time, I stayed in the mines, and taught the Delaware Indians who came with the ship how to operate, and they were all selected from various work areas, and they were said to be the most brainy. ”

After Qin Zhaohe finished speaking, he beckoned to an Indian guy who looked to be at most 17 or 8 years old standing not far behind him: "Fatima, come and meet the sheriff here, and listen to him in the future." ”

"Sir...... Good afternoon. ”

Fatima cautiously walked up to the tall Chinese young man in a police uniform, almost tilted his head to see the other party's face, and then bowed slightly to the Chinese in front of him according to the etiquette taught in the Chinese night school in the industrial area.

"Can you still speak Chinese......" Guan Ruzhong was stunned for a moment, and then quickly reached out and patted the other party's shoulder, "Okay!" It's all right, come to me if you have difficulties in the future! ”

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Towards dusk, the parts of the 5-ton steam pumping machine finally arrived at the iron ore mine on a muddy path that had not been opened for a long time. The group had long been overwhelmed by the damp woods and mud along the way.

After several parts were erected and the valves were docked, the integrated oil-black steam pumping machine was finally placed. After several inspections, Qin Zhaohe began to direct the Indian hired workers to start filling the boiler with coal and making a fire.

Fatima struggled with a shovel to feed shovels of black coal into the red-hot boiler, while curiously stoking at the black cylindrical fellows on the high shelves. He already knew that it was made of a stone called "metal", and that the terrible red water that melted solidified into hard stones, which were then "pinched" into various shapes in a large house, like a shovel in his hand.

As the temperature in the water capacity boiler gradually increased, wisps of white water vapor came out of a valve on the top of the steam pump, and then, Qin Zhaohe pulled a handle, and a huge wheel-like transmission device on the side began to rotate slowly.

The eruption of steam became more powerful and rhythmic, and the wheel-like power transmission also rotated smoothly in circles, driving the steam pumping sleeve to start pumping up and down. The seepage water from the pit began to flow out of the pumping pipes, and more and more water came out, merging into a small channel on the ground towards the ditch dug nearby.

Fatima stood dumbfounded, staring at Yiqiē in front of her with a shocked expression on her face, and the cheers of the onlookers rang out in her ears.

"My God, the devil who breathes white breath, it's terrible......" Acting Mayor William gripped his crutches and muttered, but his eyes gleamed more fervently than the others.

"Incredible, honorable Sergeant!" Brest drew a cross on his chest, his face also full of excitement, "I am honored to be able to see this beyond the great power of one qiē!" ”

"Well, there are many more miracles you haven't seen happen, Mr. Pastor!"

Guan Ruzhong exhaled a sigh of relief and looked to the south, where he believed that a group of lunatics were still tinkering with more things that would surprise these Native European-Americans.

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