Ferry, alley, carriage, Tahara...

Across the blue Cabis Bay and the neat and tidy estuary city, when the scenery by the car gradually opened up, and the series of grassy hills replaced the buildings, Raul finally saw the green and white road sign carved with **** lace on the side of the dirt road. .

There are three single-arrow street signs, one of which points to the northwest, with a black squiggly written on it, [BosquesDeAlces], a woodland infested by elk.

Raul secretly taught himself a little writing in Viscount Zona’s bullpen, and was barely able to recognize the handwriting of [Alces].

That is the meaning of elk, probably for reasons of easy writing and recognition, the talkative coachman referred to the elk woodland as Alches for short.

Is our new home at the end of this road? Raul's heart throbbed.

The destination of the shuttle carriage was in Mailang Township, and it would never turn into the path of Alchez. The Borkelon family could only get off at the fork in the road, regrettably.

Raul held his sister's hand, and father and mother carried their luggage.

After all the luggage was removed from the carriage, the coachman said to his father, "Go along this path for another kilometer and you will be Arches. Do you see the stream on the side? Whenever you see the fork, follow the water."

"Except for this correct road, the other roads were either stepped by the Indians or left behind by wild beasts looking for water. You are not familiar with the land. If you take the wrong path, you may be in danger."

Dad nodded hurriedly.

"What do you want to do first when you get home?" the coachman asked.

"Probably... I want to build the house first, and I can't let the children live in a tent."

"The Chamber of Commerce provides authentic felt tents. Although they may be older, they have excellent thermal performance and ample space, so the house can take your time."

"My suggestion to you is to go to Mailang Township to find a job immediately after you settle down. You only need to leave one person to take care of the field at home. Anyway, even if you plant potatoes, it will take 100 days to harvest."

"Before that, you have to get a foothold. There is a labor recommendation station set up by the Chamber of Commerce in Mailang Township. If you have a job, you will have a salary. If you have a salary, you will have food. This is the key."

"I see……"

Dad suddenly realized that his anxiety about the unknown life disappeared a bit.

The family bid farewell to the coachman and set off on the itinerary. The weather in Miami is warm and pleasant. It is just after New Year's Day that it has the meaning of spring.

Sophia fell asleep in her mother's arms. They had disembarked from the boat early in the morning and had been walking on an unfamiliar land for a day. Right now, the setting sun was hanging in the sky, red and yellow, igniting large flaming clouds, and lying leisurely in the woods on the horizon.

They soon saw the stream that appeared many times in the conversation. The clear stream is less than half a meter deep, and large tracts of rocky beaches are left on both sides, paved with dazzling pebbles.

Walk along the stream, cross a few specious fork roads, cross a brand new wooden bridge, from the left bank to the right bank of the stream.

The elk woodland is there, there are contiguous green pastures nearby, and the gentle undulating hills farther away.

At the end of the hill is the woods. I think it is the wild forest inhabited by deer and Indians in the legend.

Dad put down his luggage, wiped his sweat, and scanned the scattered tents far and near.

There are twenty or thirty tents, but only a dozen of them have their curtains open, and the yard is full of firewood and forage. A group of children chased the puppies past the middle of the tent, laughing and ran to the village square.

There is the only official building in the village on the square, a small wooden building with two towers and two floors. The top of the tower is floating with the Spanish flag and the state flag of the Governor's Palace in Florida. Only two floors, the **** flag that Dad already knew was floating on the flagpole.

However, this **** is different from the pansies seen along the way. It has no lines and borders. The calyx overlaps to form an X-like shape. At first glance, it looks like a pirate flag with a white background.

"Is there the village office?" Dad pointed to the white flag's pirate flag. "Ms. Vivienne asked us to find the village head first... Raul, let my mother and sister rest. Let's go to the village head first."

"Yeah." Raul nodded solemnly.

...

Unlike the three-dimensional political model established by Eastern empires in the long era of centralization, the Western political model has always been a combination of flat and three-dimensional.

This is the political legacy of the feudal era.

In that era, lords had complete and independent political rights in their own territories, and each benefice could be regarded as an independent country.

The fief government is only responsible to their lord, and the lord himself, as a vassal of the superior lord, needs to be accountable to his lord.

The lord of this so-called lord is not my lord, and the vassal of the vassal is not my vassal.

This political model continues to undergo subtle changes with the growth of civil rights awareness.

Take the constitutional United Kingdom as an example. The aristocracy headed by the king surrendered power and replaced it by a parliament representing the "national".

Governments at all levels are accountable to all levels of parliament, thus completing the "flat" formation in the political model. The head of government is responsible to the higher-level government, thus completing the "three-dimensional" formation.

The United States, which advocates democracy, has carried out a bold "de-three-dimensional" reform of this political model after its founding.

The governor no longer needs to be accountable to the federal government, but only to the state assembly; the mayor and town mayor are no longer accountable to the state government, but only to the city and town councils.

They have even begun to experiment with real national politics.

In American towns, villages, and some towns, they completely abandoned the parliament and instead held an open "resident assembly" in the annual parliament week.

Under this administrative division, every registered and adult resident can freely speak at the residents assembly, discuss and decide the legislation and budget of the town/township/village, and the government will make a special or comprehensive administrative report to the assembly.

The residents assembly also elects an administrative committee.

The members of the committee are different from the former members. They are part-time and non-profit, and no longer have specific rights. They only represent the assembly to supervise the daily operation of the government, public affairs, and use the special funds decided by the assembly to hire suitable towns/townships. /village head.

This is a major innovation in the political system, the appointment system for the head of government.

Through this market-oriented approach, government members are completely separated from the original civil service system, and the operation of the government tends to be the company. Its relationship with the committee is like the CEO and the board of directors, and the residents are like the shareholders of the company.

Lorraine appreciates this kind of anarchic government reform, but Miami is a Spanish colony after all. Even if the Drake Chamber of Commerce has a huge say, it is impossible to change the country’s inherent political model.

The mayor of Miami is still appointed by the Governor's Office and is responsible to the Council and the Governor's Office. The City Hall has the District Office under the City Hall and the District Council under the Town Council.

However, Lorraine still exerted his influence on Miami without setting up a council at the grassroots level, such as the "community" of Hekou Town and the "village" of Tianyuan Town.

The basic-level administrative affairs are led by the residents' assembly, imitating the American Election Administrative Committee. The members of the committee are composed of three to five people based on the basic-level population, and the chairman of the committee serves as the community/township/village chief.

The nature of both the committee and the committee chair is part-time and non-profit. They are not civil servants and do not receive remuneration for their duties. If the residents assembly considers that a full-time manager is needed to run the grassroots level, the assembly will raise the recruitment funds on its own, and the committee will implement the employment. It copied the "Politics for All" model of the United States.

The time for this system to be implemented is still short. Even in Hekou Town, only two communities held their first residents' assembly and completed the first committee election.

The remaining applicable communities/townships/villages are still in the implementation stage. The temporary administrator is temporarily held by Drake’s employees. Only the nature of the personnel ensures the two key points of amateurism and public welfare, and clamps the power of the future administrative committee from the source. .

But for the time being, Dad and Raul didn't know that Miami was different from the original Viscount Zona.

They naturally equate the elk woodland with the knight's benefice in Spain, regard the village head as a knight’s castle, and the village chief as a great and noble knight.

They tremblingly walked towards the new, far from luxurious small building, their eyes dazzled, looking for the vicious dogs hiding in the shadows and the superior guards and servants who could pass on the information for them.

But they found nothing.

There are no guards, no servants, and no dogs. Outside the village hall there is only a docile pony tied to a peg. His body is shiny and shiny, and there are still water stains on the ground.

Dad is in trouble.

There are only playing children outside the castle of the knight master. The children are dressed in poor families. What should I do?

Raul silently tugged at the corner of his father's clothes, stretched out his hand, and pointed to the open door of the village hall.

Dad glared at Raul angrily, the meaning was innocent.

[What if the door is open? Did you break in? 】

Raul winked immediately: [Can you knock on the door? 】

[Knock on the door? If you bump into something, don't you ask for trouble? 】

[But you can't stand up, right? Raul took the corner of his eyes and pointed his mother in the direction, [Mom is still holding Sophia and waiting. 】

"this……"

Dad covered his mouth and muttered ~lightnovelpub.net~ Before the muttered voice could be vomited out of his mouth, there was a big, big-faced man in the village office.

He wore wide-leg cotton trousers and bulky shirts like dockworkers, his short blond hair turned upright, and his bulging cheeks were staggered with scars.

He has only one hand!

The only right hand was violently blue, and the thick palm of his hand held the long half-eaten bread stick.

He strode from the gate straight into the square, and yelled at the cheerful children with a voice like a broken gong: "Boys! Go back to me and eat potatoes!"

The children dispersed in a rush, leaving only a variety of exclamations floating in the air along the evening breeze.

"Run! The pirate is coming!"

Raul and Dad looked at each other, staring at each other with big eyes and small eyes for a long time, and invariably saw increasingly pale faces from the inverted scene of each other's pupils.

"Sea... Pirate?!"