jingle! jingle!

A weak ringing bell awakened Raul from half asleep and half awake.

"Um...Mom...it's not light yet..."

He murmured as he wanted to turn over, and suddenly found that his body was very heavy. Something is pressing on his stomach, squeezing the sac and making him completely unable to move.

He tried to push, and with a poke of his arm he pushed a big furry ball.

The ball made his sister's voice: "Brother...Don't shake me...It's so uncomfortable..."

"Ah... Sophia turned out to be."

The memory is revived.

Raul's name is Raul Boclone, 10 years old this year, and a Spanish.

He originally lived with his parents and his 6-year-old sister Sophia in Viscount Zona in the outskirts of Barcelona. Although he has the status of a free citizen, he has never made any decision freely since he can remember because the output of the field is not worth the annual tax of a family of four.

The so-called freedom is just a simple symbol on the household registration.

Raul’s father is a farmer and a mason from the Viscount’s family, and his mother is a farmer and a cook from the Viscount’s family. Raul has been carrying fodder in the viscount’s cows since she was a child. Sophia is very cute and has been learning how to be a good maid since she was 4 years old.

This life changed two months ago.

At dinner, his father rarely drank wine. After praying before the meal, he suddenly announced to his family that he had exchanged his family’s 20-acre farm for four boat tickets to the New World.

They will go to the far side of the ocean, where His Majesty established a new town called Miami, where there are no greedy nobles, and even the humble free men can eat the food grown in their fields.

Then... they boarded the immigrant boat named May Huakai, and squeezed into this ten-sq-meter cabin with six other families, and were allowed to get out of the cabin for only half an hour a day.

The weak rattle is a bell at 0 o'clock every day. Hearing the rattle means that a new day has begun.

"Today, it should be the 33rd day..." Raul muttered and moved his butt, a tingling sensation spread over half of his body like a needle stick, and he took a breath of uncomfortable feeling.

But he really has no position to complain.

The cabin was very crowded. In order to give the children more space to rest, the men divided the small cabin into seven.

Raul’s house occupies a corner close to the hull and has its own porthole. As long as the weather is fine, Raul and Sophia can even enjoy the sun for one to two hours.

But because of the exclusive use of portholes, their deck is half smaller than other families.

Father sleeps between two large bags like a city wall. Mother's body is against the rough bulkhead. Raul is lying on his mother's lap. Sophia uses Raul's deflated belly as a pillow. Only in this way, this small precious space can completely fill their family of four.

Mom hasn't lie down to rest for many days...

Raul rubbed Sophia's shaggy hair thinking, suddenly felt his eyes light up.

sunrise?

He opened his eyes in amazement and saw a gentle golden light overflowing from the small porthole, which was indeed the appearance of the morning sun.

But didn't the rattle ring just before?

The bell rang only at zero o'clock, so why shouldn't the sun rise so fast?

Does the ringing bell just now mean something else? The ship is broken? Are there pirates? Or... dock?

Raul sat up with a chuckle at the thought of landing.

Mom was awakened by this sudden movement, Sophia's small body was lifted out and hit her father's back with a bang.

Dad slammed forward and hit the neighbor's sister with a head hammer. The sister thought it was an obscene encounter. She screamed and dragged the entire cabin out of their dreams.

"What happened!"

"Dad, Mr. Bokron wants to kiss me stealthily!"

"what!"

"Tuka, this is a misunderstanding!"

"You despicable pervert, explain to God!"

"I said it was a misunderstanding! Sophia hit me!"

"Brother...you hurt me...wow!!!"

It's a mess!

Seeing that Dad was about to be grabbed by the neighbor's Mr. Tuka, Raul mustered up the courage from nowhere, and opened his hands to block between the two adult men.

"Mr. Tuka, Dad, it's sunrise!"

Turka's fist stopped in the air, gritted his teeth and gritted his teeth: "What's so strange about the sunrise? Little Raul, get out of the way, your father must pay for his actions!"

"But the bell rang a few minutes ago! As soon as the bell rang, the sun came out!"

"Huh? As soon as the bell rang, the sun... came out?"

...

On January 2, 1786, it was sunny, and the May Flower berthed into Newport in Miami Beach after a 32-day voyage.

Holding his sister's hand, Raul stepped down on the boat board in confusion.

In front of him is a prosperous port full of people.

From north to south, long stone embankments extend along the coastline. Every tens of meters, there is a wide stone trestle turnout toward the sea. The short length is 40 to 50 meters, and the long is two to three hundred meters.

The boating conditions in Miami Beach are very good. The side facing the Atlantic Ocean is windy, there are dozens of kilometers of shallow sand beaches, and the side facing the Bay of Biscay is leeward. The water is deep and even, and only a short plank road is needed. Mooring demand for large ships.

This is a godsend advantage for Miami Beach to expand to its current scale within a few years.

Lorraine has set aside a large port area along the coast of the Bay of Biscay. The old port is located on the opposite bank of Hekou Town. There are scheduled sea-crossing bridges on both sides and a ferry terminal connecting the two sides. The north is the new port, which was fully delivered in November last year. , And its south is the third-phase commercial port that was opened at the same time.

The pioneers who had just arrived did not understand the reason, they were just shocked.

There is an invisible Baishi Wharf. On the side of the wharf is a flat seawall dotted with flower beds. Next to the seawall is a wide palm-lined coastal avenue. On the other side of the avenue is a row of high and low color-walled buildings.

Most of Xingang’s port areas have been sold, but after all, the start-up time is short. Only about one-third of them have been completed so far, and most of them are buildings that are still under construction.

However, such a raging construction scene is more stimulating to the senses than commercial prosperity. Construction teams, material trucks, mountains of materials on the side of the road, dense boats on the dock...

Raul nervously grabbed his father's sleeves and cowered behind the grown-up: "Dad... this... didn't you mean that Miami was built recently by His Majesty the King?"

Dad opened his mouth and looked dull: "I... the evangelist did say that Miami was built by the Florida Governor's Mansion only last year."

"My dear, there aren't so many ships in Barcelona's port..." The mother's performance was not at all calmer than the children.

"Barcelona is still more prosperous than here!" Dad seemed to be persuading mother, more like he was persuading himself, "I have been to Barcelona the year before, although it is not as full as the parking here, but the Barcelona pier is bigger than this. many……"

"It turns out that Barcelona is so prosperous..."

Mother let out a long sigh of relief, not knowing what part of the conversation really relieved her.

"My dear, we...what shall we do next?"

"Next..." Dad was stunned.

According to the information he inquired in Spain, immigrants should go to the city hall for naturalization as soon as they arrive in the new town. Local officials will take them to the new residence and arrange the fields.

If the local environment is bad, adult men may be able to receive weapons, receive uniform military training, and participate in patrols to capture slaves, suppress bandits, or defend towns.

All in all, their purpose should be clear, and that is to go to the city hall.

The problem is that my dad always thought that Miami was just an ordinary town, because by the sea ~lightnovelpub.net~ there would be a wharf composed of two or three plank roads, a wall made of logs, and four or five hundred. A resident, no matter where he stands, he can see the city hall and church at a glance.

who knows……

How to do……

"Mom, we have to find Mr. Pilot." Little Sophia's voice broke the unspeakable embarrassment. "Uncle Sailor Beard told me that Mr. Pilot will give us a map with the way to the immigration office."

"Immigration Department?" Raul looked at his sister strangely, "Sophia, what is the Immigration Department?"

"It's a good place to make a house and land, said Uncle Bearded Sailor."

"Is it a good place..." Raul looked at his father inquisitively, and his mother looked at his father with the same gaze.

"Dad?" / "Dear?"

"Anyway, let's go and see." Dad carried his luggage and smiled bitterly. "We have no way out. If we are in danger... Raul, take my sister to run."

"Um!"