Although the civil affairs department has carefully considered the registration of the refugees in a four-way queue of three men and one woman, the registration process has been slowed down because most of the refugees are illiterate, the accents of the north and the south are very different, and the communication is not smooth. Romance debutant?? But it's useless to be anxious now, there are very few naturalized cadres from the north available at present, and even fewer of them can read and write. The existing naturalized cadres can only speak half-baked Haihan Mandarin to communicate with the refugees, most of whom are from Shandong.

"The name, the age, whether there is any family here, report them one by one. The naturalized cadre in charge of registration mechanically repeated these words.

Every new refugee must register their personal situation and in the process identify and eliminate as many suspicious and dangerous persons as possible. As the scale of Haihan's recruitment of immigrants in Daming continues to expand, no one can be sure whether Daming's secret service will send people to mix in with the immigrants again and change their identities to go undercover in the area under Haihan's rule. In addition to the counter-espionage measures taken by the Ministry of Security, the registration of the Ministry of Civil Affairs at the introduction of immigration is also a very important link. Since the Haihan Security Department has Li Qingyang, a former Jinyiwei officer who abandoned the secret and turned to the light, as a special adviser, the ability to distinguish between the immigrants and the immigrants in the registration stage has been greatly improved, and any token that can implicitly prove the identity of the Jinyiwei cannot escape the inspection at this stage.

"My name is Sun Zhen, nineteen years old, and I came alone. A sturdy boy was stunned and gave his name.

This Sun Zhen's figure stood out among the refugees who were mostly skinny, and the person in charge of registration couldn't help but look up at him twice: "Have you ever had the experience of serving in the army or being an errand boy before?"

Sun Zhen shook his head and stretched out his palms in front of the staff: "My family farms in Dengzhou." ”

The staff looked at the calluses on his palms very carefully before continuing to ask, "Are you alone at home?"

Sun Zhen's eyes were red, and he nodded in response: "Kong Youde's soldiers came to the village to grab food, and my family escaped with me......"

The staff sighed slightly, stretched out his hand and handed him a bamboo tag wearing hemp rope: "This is your identity tag, hang it around your neck and don't take it off." That's what you're going to need to get food and shelter here, you know?"

Sun Zhen also studied in private school for two years when he was a child, but the words on this bamboo plate are twists and turns, but he doesn't even know any of them, and he just nodded ignorantly, and said in his heart This is probably the text used by the Haihan people.

Of course, the text on the bamboo plaque is not the same Haihan script as the book of heaven, but just Arabic numerals. The first and second digits represent the immigration camp to which they belong, the third and fourth digits indicate the team to which they belong, the last three digits are the individual number, and the code composed of seven digits is the code of the immigrant during his stay in Penghu. They will stay here for at least a month or more before they are assigned to the next real place to stay.

After registering, Sun Zhen followed the people in front of him into a large bathhouse made of bamboo and wood, in which there were several large pools two feet square, lined up, and the refugees took off their clothes one by one under the command of the staff, and a team of ten people went down to the water to wash their bodies.

The last time Sun Zhen took a bath was when the fleet docked at the mouth of the Yangtze River, he jumped into the river and washed it briefly. However, the Haihan people's requirements for hygiene are obviously beyond his imagination, not only requiring the people in the pool to wash their bodies, but also to disassemble and clean all the bundles.

However, Sun Zhen also felt that it didn't matter, he was comfortable after washing cleanly. It wasn't for the staff blowing the whistle to make everyone in the pool come out and line up, he really wanted to soak in the water for a while. But when he came out of the pool, his clothes were gone, and the other people next to him were obviously in the same situation, all of them covered their lower bodies in a panic and looked around.

"Don't mess up! Now it's time to ask the doctor to check your body, and after the examination, you will be given new clean clothes to wear!" The staff loudly reprimanded this group of refugees with **** bodies.

Sure enough, soon a person dressed in white began to check their bodies one by one, and although Sun Zhen felt a little strange and awkward, he still accepted this arrangement. A handful of them were singled out by the doctors, and some tried to refuse the selection, but soon black-clad policemen appeared in the bathhouse and quickly suppressed them.

When he checked Sun Zhen's place, the doctor not only asked a question that Sun Zhen had been asked once before: "Have you ever practiced martial arts in the army?"

Sun Zhen still shook his head and stretched out his hands to show the doctor his calluses: "I am a farmer." ”

The doctor pinched his palm, looked at his figure again, and couldn't help but praise: "It must be a good style!"

After the inspection, sure enough, everyone got a set of gray coarse cloth clothes, although the fabric is not good, but it is clean. ．?? However, because Sun Zhen is bigger than others, he looks a little tight when he wears it. The Haihan people were very thoughtful, and gave everyone an extra cloth belt to tie their heads. As the brass whistle sounded, the men, who had not had time to get dressed, were driven out of the bathhouse, because the next group had to come in and clean.

"Stand according to the white line drawn on the ground, line up, and now take you to the station!"

As soon as the command from the front ended, Sun Zhen saw a black-clothed policeman carrying a stick to "help" the refugees to line up. Those who are slow and slow to react will eat sticks. Sun Zhen hurriedly stood next to the white line on the ground, he was lined up like this on the dock just now, and sure enough, when the Haihan police shouted and beat all the way to him, the stick did not fall on him.

When Sun Zhen was led into the immigrant camp on the island, he was indeed taken aback. All the buildings in this camp are identical in appearance, all boxy like boxes. When I looked through the passage in the camp, I couldn't see where the end was. And all the people in the camp were dressed in gray coarse cloth clothes, just like the newcomers.

"There are ten people living in each room, and ten people's personal belongings have been prepared in the house, and they are not allowed to take other people's belongings, and all violators will be locked up! Everyone stays in the house, and after a while someone will come here to tell you the rules of the camp, and remember them well! If you can't learn the rules, then you won't have a good life in the future!"

The staff who led the team assigned Sun Zhen and the other ten people to a room, and after a few words of concise advice, they led the team to the next room. Sun Zhen saw that there were five bunk wooden beds in this room, and there was not much space left for a small wooden table and two chairs, and a clay pot filled with water was placed on the table. Each bed had a set of clothes identical to the ones they were wearing, apparently for a change of clothes. There was also a large porcelain bowl and chopsticks, and that was all their personal belongings.

There wasn't even a locker in the house to store their belongings, but then again, they really didn't have anything of value on them, not even a little bit of silver. If it weren't for the desperation, how could these people follow a ship of unknown origin to join a group of overseas landlords who had never heard of it in order to have a bite to eat.

Sun Zhen saw that the others were still stunned, so he walked to the window and occupied a lower bunk: "I want it here." Then he took the large porcelain bowl on the bed, poured a bowl of water from the jug on the table, sat down on the edge of the bed, and drank it to himself.

Some others saw him look so calm, and couldn't help but remind: "Big brother, the future is uncertain, why are you so relaxed?"

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The seven-digit code is the code for the immigrant during his stay in Penghu. They will stay here for at least a month or more before they are assigned to the next real place to stay.

After registering, Sun Zhen followed the people in front of him into a large bathhouse made of bamboo and wood, in which there were several large pools two feet square, lined up, and the refugees took off their clothes one by one under the command of the staff, and a team of ten people went down to the water to wash their bodies.

The last time Sun Zhen took a bath was when the fleet docked at the mouth of the Yangtze River, he jumped into the river and washed it briefly. However, the Haihan people's requirements for hygiene are obviously beyond his imagination, not only requiring the people in the pool to wash their bodies, but also to disassemble and clean all the bundles.

However, Sun Zhen also felt that it didn't matter, he was comfortable after washing cleanly. It wasn't for the staff blowing the whistle to make everyone in the pool come out and line up, he really wanted to soak in the water for a while. But when he came out of the pool, his clothes were gone, and the other people next to him were obviously in the same situation, all of them covered their lower bodies in a panic and looked around.

"Don't mess up! Now it's time to ask the doctor to check your body, and after the examination, you will be given new clean clothes to wear!" The staff loudly reprimanded this group of refugees with **** bodies.

Sure enough, soon a person dressed in white began to check their bodies one by one, and although Sun Zhen felt a little strange and awkward, he still accepted this arrangement. A handful of them were singled out by the doctors, and some tried to refuse the selection, but soon black-clad policemen appeared in the bathhouse and quickly suppressed them.

When he checked Sun Zhen's place, the doctor not only asked a question that Sun Zhen had been asked once before: "Have you ever practiced martial arts in the army?"

Sun Zhen still shook his head and stretched out his hands to show the doctor his calluses: "I am a farmer." ”

The doctor pinched his palm, looked at his figure again, and couldn't help but praise: "It must be a good style!"

After the inspection, everyone was given a set of gray coarse cloth clothes, although the fabric was not very good, but it was clean. However, because Sun Zhen is bigger than others, he looks a little tight when he wears it. The Haihan people were very thoughtful, and gave everyone an extra cloth belt to tie their heads. As the brass whistle sounded, the men, who had not had time to get dressed, were driven out of the bathhouse, because the next group had to come in and clean.

"Stand according to the white line drawn on the ground, line up, and now take you to the station!"

As soon as the command from the front ended, Sun Zhen saw a black-clothed policeman carrying a stick to "help" the refugees to line up. Those who are slow and slow to react will eat sticks. Sun Zhen hurriedly stood next to the white line on the ground, he was lined up like this on the dock just now, and sure enough, when the Haihan police shouted and beat all the way to him, the stick did not fall on him.

When Sun Zhen was led into the immigrant camp on the island, he was indeed taken aback. All the buildings in this camp are identical in appearance, all boxy like boxes. When I looked through the passage in the camp, I couldn't see where the end was. And all the people in the camp were dressed in gray coarse cloth clothes, just like the newcomers.

"There are ten people living in each room, and ten people's personal belongings have been prepared in the house, and they are not allowed to take other people's belongings, and all violators will be locked up! Everyone stays in the house, and after a while someone will come here to tell you the rules of the camp, and remember them well! If you can't learn the rules, then you won't have a good life in the future!"

The staff who led the team assigned Sun Zhen and the other ten people to a room, and after a few words of concise advice, they led the team to the next room. Sun Zhen saw that there were five bunk wooden beds in this room, and there was not much space left for a small wooden table and two chairs, and a clay pot filled with water was placed on the table. Each bed had a set of clothes identical to the ones they were wearing, apparently for a change of clothes. There was also a large porcelain bowl and chopsticks, and that was all their personal belongings.

There wasn't even a locker in the house to store their belongings, but then again, they really didn't have anything of value on them, not even a little bit of silver. If it weren't for the desperation, how could these people follow a ship of unknown origin to join a group of overseas landlords who had never heard of it in order to have a bite to eat.

Sun Zhen saw that the others were still stunned, so he walked to the window and occupied a lower bunk: "I want it here." Then he took the large porcelain bowl on the bed, poured a bowl of water from the jug on the table, sat down on the edge of the bed, and drank it to himself.

Some others saw him look so calm, and couldn't help but remind: "Big brother, the future is uncertain, why are you so relaxed?"