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If the gradual change from the north to the south is a long street like Wesley Street, then the beaches from the south to the north must be these emerging worker communities on the fringe.

The workers' community in the Southern District has been in existence for less than ten years. When Boston became independent, the capitalists tried many ways to stimulate the subjective initiative of the slaves, but they did not dare to rise to the forefront and become civilized enemies. Only then did they unify them. The abolitionist movement of slaves.

The workers’ community is an important part of it. Through single-family houses, simple chapels and cramped community parks, capitalists have created a sense of home for workers.

This is probably the most real kindness in the world, and it was successfully accepted and adapted by the workers.

The freedom here is different from the port area. If the front bay is prosperous and the back bay is unrestrained, here is a closed and united sub-cultural circle.

Various civilizations take root and sprout here, competing for the nutrients of growth with their delicate bodies.

At one o'clock in the afternoon, the South Twelve Qing people's community.

Wang also inserted his pockets into the Hundred Family Shrine, which was converted from a chapel, and was stopped by a young man holding tea within a few steps.

But even though it was stopped, the young man’s face was full of surprise: "Brother Ye, you turn around! (You are back

"Yeah, I'll turn it over." Wang Ye smiled and rubbed the young man's head. "Tuanzi, is Master Liu (here)?"

"Hey! Hey! Grandpa stays in the house after having morning tea. Yuan Xi knows that he wants to do that too!"

"Let Master Liu wait a long time."

"Bang the problem! Grandpa eats tea everywhere."

Wang also laughed loudly: "Tuanzi, do you want to make extra money?"

"Drake?"

"Ster (of course)!"

"It's a stalk!"

"Hey (then) I have a word with Master Liu, you walk fast, you are smart, and you must do it well (well done)."

...

1:30, three Indian communities in the South.

Zogo Kao sat cross-legged in the middle of a stone pillar. Opposite them were three crested and painted Indians. The two left and right looked respectful, and waited for the old man in the middle to speak.

This kind of confrontation has been going on for a long time, and as the time for the meeting is getting closer, Kao's heart is getting more and more irritable.

"Shaman, they are waiting for your reply!"

The shaman shook his head tiredly: "You are wrong, young Oldman. The children listen to me because they want to hear the teachings of the great spirit, and the children serve me because they want to be blessed by the great spirit."

"They suffered a lot, and that suffering was given by the white man. The Great Spirit told me that there is no need to help the white man, but you should not hear it. After all, the Miskito people have forgotten the Great Spirit for a long time."

"In other words, you refused." Cao stood up with his eyelids down. "Since the South Third District refused, I will go to the South Five District. Boston is a white world, and there are always people who are interested in one hundred pounds."

"Wait!" The shaman's eyes widened suddenly, "Oldman, Da Ling wants you to repeat what you just said!"

"What did you say?" Cao smiled like a villain. "Does your spirit like the pound?"

"Children only need pounds." The shaman cleared his throat. "The great spirit only needs faith."

"Who cares, the Miskito people believe in God." Cao sat down again. "One hundred pounds, twenty clever ghosts are hired for three days. I don't want any news to leak out, so I stay in the southern district. Those who are not clever have to learn to shut their mouths."

"The Great Spirit said that the Indians and the whites have nothing to say."

"What a considerate spirit." Cao said with emotion, "Did he say anything else?"

The shaman crossed his legs and bowed his head: "Da Ling said, the money must be paid first."

...

1.55 minutes, South Seven District.

The South Seventh District is the neighborhood facing Wesley Street, because the sensational Mary Daya Chapel is here, and its reputation among the neighborhoods is quite strong.

It's just that the reputation always has its price. The slave riots of that year destroyed the immature seven-zone black slave culture circle at that time, and it became a land of no owner.

Bankrupt whites, pro-white blacks, Qing people expelled from the patriarchal law, Indians who don’t believe in the Great Spirit...

Here, rebels of various colors are guarding each other to live an isolated life. The only ones who can ignore cultural differences and open their hearts to the surroundings are the children born here.

At this moment, the children of District 7 are gathering in the community park. Three petite and shy women are surrounded by three and three floors. They are Noah, Sharon, and Favna.

No one knows how the three girls who couldn't make a whole sentence in front of strangers kept so many children, but they did it beautifully, at least when Bell rushed into the park. All he saw were the smiling faces of boys and girls.

"Noya!" Bell waved to Noya outside the children's circle, "Okay!"

Noya pursed her mouth and nodded, stretched out her fingers, and picked out a few from the pile of children who looked particularly tall and strong.

"You are the leaders of the children, aren't you?"

The four children exchanged glances hesitatingly, and nodded all together.

"So, have you remembered what I told you just now?"

"Take the friends and run to Wesley Street!"

"Run a big circle!"

"Shout out the whispers that you hear!"

"Be careful not to fall behind!"

The children continued to stubble in a mess, not only in front of Noya, but also in front of Sharon and Favna. All the voices were mixed together, and the bustling was like walking into a wild duck hunting ground.

"Will there be white bread?"

"Any candy?"

"Can you eat cake?"

"We can only play pranks in Xiajie!"

"The people on the street are fierce and don't like dirty children!"

"You will be taught!"

The noise became louder and denser. Seeing that the scene was about to get out of control, Bell rushed in, grabbed the back collar of the tallest child with one hand, and picked it up with one hand.

"Listen to my sisters." He bared his big white teeth. "Okay?"

The world was quiet.

Noah clutched his chest and took a breath, and asked the sailor accompanying him to take out a few large boxes and open them in front of the children.

White-flowered bread, full of sweets, sweet smell drifting in the air.

"Just run to the alley! Turn back when you get to the alley, be careful of wrestling, be careful of the carriage." She said softly, "There are a lot of bread and candies, but if there is no cake, it will be crushed."

After she finished speaking, Bell loosened the child's collar and said, "Get up and running! I heard that the candy seems not enough..."

"Ah! Let's go!"

"Go to the prank!"

"Go play..."

Wu Huanhuan's twenty or thirty children also seemed to run away in the wind. Noya and Favna collapsed and sat on the ground. Little Sharon blushed and ran over and bowed deeply to Bell.

"Thank you Mr. Judea!"

"No thanks, no thanks." Bell grinned and grabbed the sugar and stuffed the sugar into his pocket.

Noah worriedly looked at the direction the children were running away: "But it's just going down the street, is it okay?"

"People who have been at sea all year round have many traces, which are incompatible with the personality on the ground. This habit can only be concealed by self-cultivation and education."

Bell peeled a candy and threw it into his mouth.

"There are Falamin and the reliable college graduates on the street. Compared with the limited pedestrians over there, they are enough to stare at the flower shop."

"The key is to go down the street. There are so many people and the street is chaotic. Even the autistic Qing people and Indians are not conspicuous there. But that also makes it convenient for us. God is always fair..."

Speaking of this, he suddenly noticed Favna's expression, which was not the same as Noya's worries. It was more of doubt than anxiety.

"You... Han Ji, right?"

Favna jumped up with a chuckle, stiffened all over, her face flushed: "It's...Fa...Favna...Han Ji...Leading the second seat...Tactics..."

"The chief of the tactical room ~ lightnovelpub.net~ Bell reluctantly scratched his hair, "Han Ji, even if you don't deal much on the ship, you are nominally my direct subordinate, don't be nervous. "

"Y...Yes, sir!"

"It looks like it's hopeless...Han Ji, do you have any thoughts on this action?"

"No! No...no need..."

unnecessary?

With a very strange wording, Bell thought for a while, and suddenly there was an inspiration: "I see, you are worried that we will do it again."

When the matter was said to be broken, Favna became more embarrassed: "Yes... sir... This is just an ordinary connection... I think the other party just needs to wait there... No need... No manpower will be arranged at all..."

"Don't use human thinking to guess other species, such as Lorraine and the Leched." Bell stretched his waist and peeled off the second candy. "The ordinary joints in your eyes seem to them. Decide the dominance of this cooperation, and the outcome is hidden in every inconspicuous detail."

"So they will definitely go all out. If they don't want to become pawns, they can only go all out..."

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