In the original location of Miami, USA, in the new sea city of the Chinese Empire, Old Man Wang and Old Man Liu, their family held their hands with trembling feet and got off the train. From the beginning, they knelt down when they saw the train, and later after the official explained what the railway train was, they realized that it was man-made. After 10 days of travel, they had not recovered. They always thought that this was the iron dragon from heaven to the earth.

"Old man Wang, why are your feet still shaking? It's useless."

Old Man Liu controlled his body vigorously, and then gave his four sons one by one, and he was so envious of his family that he had too many people and had been joking with others. Of course, he would get him back and be embarrassed by the opportunity.

Old Man Wang's face froze. He has always regarded himself as a progressive person. Now he is still ridiculed by Old Man Liu. Of course he is unwilling to accept it.

"Old man Liu, don't shake your feet first and then laugh at me."

"I didn't shake."

"You're shaking."

"No."

"Everyone, come and see if Old Man Liu's feet are shaking." Old Man Wang, who was unwilling to eat, gathered the people he was familiar with.

Everyone got used to uniting and said unanimously that Old Man Liu's feet were shaking.

The people who were fighting and making trouble recovered unconsciously.

"Friends, you will be assigned to Daohua Town, 30 kilometers away from Xinhai City, come with me."

An official came to the sight of everyone who was fighting with several policemen.

After passing through the train station that became busy due to the arrival of immigration, I arrived at the station and took a convertible carriage pulled by four horses and drove all the way south.

As spring and winter pass by, the sea breeze is still full of biting chill, and the flowers, plants and trees on both sides of the cement road are about to stretch out their buds.

After two hours of driving, everyone came to a beautiful town with three horizontal and three vertical streets. On both sides were neat rows of three-story courtyards built by bricks and tiles, with white walls and black tiles. The town center was a kind of building such as the town government and the warehouse police station, which were slightly taller.

A small river passes through the city, with willows swaying on both sides of the river, and fish jump out from time to time on the water surface, and shrimps and crabs appear and disappear from time to time in the clear water grass.

With the arrival of the first batch of 600 immigrants, the town gradually became riot.

20 kilometers east of Daohua Town is the Atlantic Ocean, looking at the Bahamas. There is only a medium-sized zinc mine nearby, and there are no other resource points. After the town was established, only 300 government officials and miners were stationed. The entire town was lush with water and grass, and it was planned to be mainly agriculture and animal husbandry. The first batch of immigrants were farmers.

Facing the warm winter sunshine, Old Man Wang and Old Man Liu walked into the courtyard arranged for them. The two were still neighbors, and the courtyards of each household were only separated by a white wall.

When you walk into the gate, a small stone path was paved in the middle of the courtyard. On the left are two custody rooms and warehouses, which are already filled with various tools and grain allocated to everyone by the government, including rice, noodles, fish and bacon, and on the right are a row of livestock sheds. All livestock cubs can be used on credit to the government. After harvest, they can be returned slowly. The price is very low and will be arranged in the next few days.

Entering the hall, the entire floor is paved with marble. The first floor has a living room, kitchen, dining room, bathroom, and a storage room. There is a staircase upstairs behind the screen in the living room, and there are 5 rooms on the second and third floors.

Old Man Wang sat alone in the living room chair in a daze after getting familiar with his family and having fun.

Old Man Wang's wife and daughter-in-law wiped tears while cooking while burning coal fire.

"Mom, have we come to heaven? How great would it be if my family was still there."

Behind the stove, the wife wiped her tears in the steam.

"It's our child that is not lucky. In the future, the family will work hard to raise two children. If you meet a good man you like, your parents won't blame you. Today is a happy day, don't cry." The old lady kept wiping her tears while comforting her, wondering if she was fumigated by smoke.

"I'll be satisfied to be able to raise two children to see them get married and have children."

The entire street was filled with laughter and joy from immigrants who moved into their new homes.

The people of the Han people have always been a model of hard work and perseverance. As long as they can eat enough, they will face the loess and face the sky with their backs. Year after year, a large number of greedy gentry have been raised. However, pursuing a better life is the instinct of mankind. Everything they have now should be the best life they can imagine.

Today, apart from the children, I don’t know how many people in the immigrants were wiping their tears and eating their first meal to the North American continent.

"Old man Wang, have you eaten?"

The shouts of Old Man Liu came from next door.

"What are you doing after eating?"

"The officials of the government will take us to the fields and take a look. Get ready to go down to the yamen."

"No official, but an official from the administrative center. Our Chinese Empire has no yamen, only a town government." Old Man Wang corrected with a slight pride.

"Don't be proud, go out together." Old Man Liu muttered dissatisfied, and even more dissatisfied with the fact that he could not remember it, so that Old Man Wang could not be proud in front of him.

The crowd slowly gathered with shouts and everyone came to the small square in front of the town.

"The villagers from Zhenfu East Street follow me."

Old Man Wang quickly patted Old Man Liu's arm.

"Aren't we from East Street?" Old Man Liu, who came back to his senses, gave his four sons another head breakdown, and they followed suit and ignored their aggrieved eyes.

Walking out of the town, walking along the canal into the fields, the square fields are neatly arranged, and you can't see at a glance.

The town official pointed to a piece of field and said, "Friends, these are your land. Each piece of land has a sign in it. The fat fields arranged according to the population of each household, and other official fields, if you have the ability to plant them, you can register with me and pay a small amount of rent to rent them. As long as you rent them, you cannot abandon them. If you abandon them, you will have to pay a fine. You don't have to pay taxes on your own fields, and there are no other taxes. Let's go, you don't know what you know. I will point out the fields of each of your families first, and you will not make any mistakes in the future."

"Meng Laosan, 110 acres of land, this is yours."

Four villagers, one old, three young and four, ran out of the crowd. After thanking the officials, they quickly ran into their own fields. Meng Laosan stepped into his own fields without hesitation and cried loudly.

The villagers who empathized with it were silent.

The town official shouted loudly: "Meng Laosan, why are you howling? Today is a happy day. As long as you work hard in the future, you won't be afraid that your family will have no food to eat, so you will laugh."

"Oh, Master, I'll laugh every day from now on."

Assign each household to their own fields along the way.

Until the assignment was completed, what caught my eye was a group of people who were crying, laughing and making trouble.

Land is the gene imprinted into the bones of the Han people who have been passed down for 5,000 years of civilization. I believe that they will live a happy and happy life in the future and be passed on forever and safely.
Chapter completed!