Chapter 159 The Wind Cháo Slowly Initiated

You, you, you, you are all honestly queuing, don't cut the queue! You have to follow the rules when you come here, or the dock security team won't be vegetarians.

A Manhattan vigilante wearing a green cotton coat and a cotton hat, blond hair and blue eyes, and holding a wooden spear, is trying to maintain order in the sales hall.

On the port side of Manhattan, the Song Empire hired a lot of European pure ** people to work.

Seriously, these guys really work hard, and according to Zhang Tie, it's definitely worth the money.

On the European side, many of them worked for the aristocracy or other merchants, and when it came time to pay their salaries, they would be deducted. But this doesn't happen on Manhattan Island, so the enthusiasm of these European ** silks was aroused at once.

And working on the European continent, the salary of this era is not paid on time every month. You have to look at the mood of the employer, if he is in a good mood, he will give you three melons and two dates, so that you will not starve to death.

At the same time, when you ask for your salary, you have to pay for your smile.

It can be said that from the Middle Ages to the beginning of the 18th century, the life of the European and American silk is a history of blood and tears.

This is also because after the discovery of the New World, countless ** silk rushed to the New World by boat. Because they want to get out of hell and find a new life for themselves in the new world.

After the 18th century, the ** silk of the Americas established thirteen colonies. But the rich and handsome aristocrats who are far away in England are still squeezing these ** silks.

Taxes that are higher than those in the country need to be borne by the silkies, and all kinds of taxes have fallen on their heads.

This makes the ** silk very unhappy.

So, the silk people gathered and shouted, 'Princes and generals, rather have a kind!' The rod resisted.

Well, in fact, this is the history of the counterattack of the American ** silk.

On the edge of the docks, a group of British ** silk from Virginia who came to look for work in a 'human market' gathered there, waiting for someone to come to them to work.

This open area was specially opened up by Zhang Tie.

The group was not very large, about two or three hundred of them.

Among them, the British are the majority, accounting for half of these people.

After all, Virginia is very close to this side, so it is still easy to get to Manhattan from Virginia.

The rest are from the Netherlands, Spain, Portugal, or France.

These people are people who don't have any skills, they don't know how to carpenter and don't have any skills, so they can only sell their strength.

For laborers, the Port of Manhattan is still very much needed.

Therefore, Zhang Tie also acquiesced to these people looking for food here, and opened up a 'human market' for them.

This inspiration actually comes from the old běijīng flyover power market, Zhang Tie feels good after he gets it out, and these ** silks also like it very much.

Because with the existence of this 'human market', they don't have to sell themselves everywhere. Just come here every day and wait for the boss to come to them.

It's so convenient, of course, it will be welcomed by everyone.

Everyone thinks that Manhattan is stronger on their home turf.

"Uncle, I also want to go to the clothed minion, although I will sign the deed of sale. But I don't think there's anything wrong with this, I think the nobles of the Song Empire are good, and they are not bastards like the local nobles. ”

One of them, a young man with a freckled face and thick blond hair, who looked immature, was about fifteen years old, and he crouched on the ground and said to a bearded middle-aged man who was also curled up on the ground.

The boy's name was Joey, and he had come to Manhattan three days earlier with a Dutch merchant ship, but he was actually French.

Because he was too young and had no skills, he entered the 'human market' and became a laborer under the guidance of some enthusiastic people.

Fortunately, there are a lot of jobs in Manhattan, so those of them who work hard work have work to do every day, and they don't have to worry about not being able to eat or anything.

However, Joey has just arrived in Manhattan, so he is still wearing the same clothes he wore when he was in Europe.

A thin, long-sleeved, inferior linen coat with a shirt underneath, a pair of greasy trousers underneath, and a pair of rotten shoes with exposed toes on his feet.

This couldn't withstand the cold winter of Manhattan at all, so Joey's lips were iron-blue, and his body was shaking uncontrollably.

But the physical fitness of the European ** silk in this era is good, even so, Joey didn't feel that he couldn't bear it, after all, it was like this every winter when he was in Europe.

And it rains in the winter in Europe, so it's called biting cold.

The cold here in Manhattan is dry and cold, as long as there is work to do for a while, there is no problem to sweat.

The middle-aged bearded man crouching next to Joey glanced at the teenager who had shrunk into a ball, and this bearded man's right eye had no eyeballs, only an empty piece of bad flesh, which made him look a little oozing.

But Joey knew that this bearded man was a good man.

After he came to Manhattan without relatives and no reason, it was this bearded man who took him in and gave him a place to live.

Otherwise, Joey would have starved to death in Manhattan.

The bearded man named Michal came from Russia and was a Cossack. He had been a mercenary who had been captured during a war against a country in Eastern Europe before ending up in Manhattan.

Mihai fumbled in his pocket, then pulled out two small silver coins and handed them over.

"Go buy a cotton coat, it's a very cold winter. I can't stand it with your small body, I still have some money here, you can use it first. When you make the money, just pay it back to me. ”

With his only remaining eyes, Michal looked at the immature Joey kindly.

Looking at Joey, it reminded Michal of his own son. His son had just been born when he left home, and if nothing had happened to him, he would have been as old as this young man.

When Michal met Joey, it was on the road outside the port.

At that time, Joey was tired, hungry and cold and fainted, if Mihai hadn't saved him, Joey would definitely have died silently like this.

It's not a strange thing to die in the New World these days, but it's news that people don't die.

And Michal saved Joey because he thought of his child.

Joey looked at Michal and shook his head: "Uncle, it's not easy for you to make money." These are the only two little dragons left on you. If you give it to me, how will you pay the rent today? If I'm not mistaken, the landlord said that today is the rì who teaches rent. ”

Joey was very touched in his heart, he felt that this seemingly savage uncle was actually a good person. He saved himself, not to mention, but also gave himself the only money he had left.

But Joey couldn't ask for it, because he knew that this was the uncle's last money.

And today is the rìzi who pays the rent.

If you can't find a job to do today, you won't be able to make any money.

If I can't make money, how can I pay the rent?

So, Joey shook his head and rejected Michal's kindness.

(Note: The Song Empire's Longyang is larger than one, and it can be exchanged for ten small Longyang.) The rent in Manhattan is three longyangs a month, and a set of labor protection cotton clothes is two Xiaolongyang, and various commodities are divided into citizen prices and non-citizen prices, and there are restrictions on the number of purchases. ）

"Silly boy, even if you want to be a coated minion, you have to make sure that you live first, don't you?" After seeing the boy shake his head and reject him, Michal took his hand and forcibly stuffed the two little dragons into his hands.

"You have to think about it carefully, the Song Empire's deed of sale is different from what you remember. As long as you sign the deed of sale, you will not be able to live or die by yourself in the future, and in the future, your children and children's children will also be slaves of other people's masters. ”

He's from Russia, so Mihai knows this very well.

Because in Russia in this era, there were also such contracts and slaves.

"There are so many opportunities and jobs everywhere in Manhattan. As long as you are willing to work hard, then you don't have to worry about making money at all. Michal wanted to dispel Joey's mind of being a coated minion, and began to persuade. And the Song people here in Manhattan are not black-hearted, they are very fair to do things with you, and you are worried about deducting your wages, isn't it much better than being a slave. ”

Michal could have been a Manhattan mercenary, but he was tired of war. So now I'd rather work on the docks than live like I used to.

And he had a hope in his heart that he would make a few years of money in Manhattan and then find a ship to go home to the continent.

"Uncle, you know that you mean well, but I also have my problems. If I want to be a clothed minion, I will definitely be a minion of a great noble. ”

Joey had already made up his mind.

Michal could see that those people who had become coated minions some time ago and suddenly soared to prominence shocked the people of Manhattan too much.

Although it is not a glorious thing to sell themselves into slavery, it can get them out of the situation of innocence, and they no longer have to work so tiring and hard.

Although life and death are not up to me in the future, at least I have had a good time.

People's ideals are different, and their circumstances are different, what can Michal do except sigh in his heart.

"Okay, but I still advise you to buy cotton clothes, after all, only a good body can be picked by a good master. Look at your weak appearance, if you are a little sick, then who will pick you. ”

Joey was finally convinced, and he clenched the two small dragons in his hand.

"Uncle, if I develop in the future, I will definitely repay you!"

Joey's eyes filled with tears.

Joey is not the only one who is attracted by the style of the clothed minion, there are many others like him.

It can be seen that selling one's body into slavery is nothing in the eyes of Europeans.

Many bankrupts in Europe also sold themselves to nobles or landlords.

And the nobles and landlords treated these traitors no differently than the Huaxia treated their own slaves that could be killed.

Zhang Tie, who was sitting not far away, heard the conversation between Joey and Michal, and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly.

Hmph, those Eight Banners minions in the Manchu Qing Dynasty are a fart, and Lao Tzu has European and American minions. (To be continued.)