"No, you can't treat me. I'm Spanish, I'm a Spanish nobleman!" A young man with a Latin face roared angrily. He threw away the fork on his hand and yelled at the two Guarani supervisors.

"Bang!" A leather shoe kicked hard at the bend of his leg from behind. The Spaniard suddenly fell to the ground in surprise. The person behind him still had no intention of letting him go. He saw a giant hand wearing white gauze gloves pulling up the Spanish's long hair, and then dragging him backwards to a deep pit more than ten meters away. The Spaniard screamed like a pig. But the other party's dragging speed was very fast, and his struggle was not only useless, but also made him even more painful.

"Go down!" The man who was dragging him kicked the Spaniard who was grinning in pain into the deep pit, then stared at him coldly, and said to the two supervisors behind him: "Buried."

This is a large pit with a depth of about three or four meters. The walls are made of soil and covered with several wooden boards. Obviously, this place was originally a toilet - a public toilet with about twenty squatting seats. However, this toilet seems to have been abandoned for a while. Not only has the wooden boards on it been mostly removed, but most of the feces accumulated in the toilet have been cleaned up.

What this so-called Spanish nobles had been doing before was cleaning the toilet. They first used a manure spoon to scoop all the manure water in the toilet, put it into wooden manure buckets, then transport it to the field, and then water the various vegetables planted in the field. At present, this first step has been completed, and a large number of exile prisoners are carrying the second step. They used a manure fork to pick up the feces that had been slightly cracked by the sun, and then used a manure basket to carry it into the field as base fertilizer.

But he was a Spanish, or one of the heirs of a Spanish noble family. How could he continue to do such a "lowly" job in his opinion. Therefore, he quickly expressed his dissatisfaction. But the consequences of expressing dissatisfaction were terrible. This Spanish, who had just arrived for a few days, obviously did not make any sense of the situation here. In Gushan Port, the base camp for exiled prisoners, exiled prisoners must have the awareness of exiling prisoners. Whether you were a noble master or a lowly beggar before, you must follow a one-sided order here: unconditionally obey the supervisor's order.

These supervisors include Guarani, Livornian, the earliest local resident, and of course some Ming people, especially their leader - a eunuch who escaped from the Heng Palace of Qingzhou, who was even more a scum among scum. This middle-aged eunuch with three godsons in Gushan Port is also the deputy captain of the Black Water Development Team. He is the godson of the Navy Captain of the Anshu who is fully responsible for Australian affairs. He is a guy who is charming and bullying his superiors and has no moral integrity.

Captain An knew very well that in Gushan Port, a colony full of scumbags, he needed these "ruthless people" to manage more and more exiled prisoners here. As of July this year (1646), as the Gushan Port in Western Australia, which has a development level far exceeding that of East Australia, its population has just reached the 2,000 mark, and its age structure is old, small, and many people have poor physical fitness. To put it bluntly, they are all eliminated people who are not suitable for voyages, staying in the local farming area to provide food, vegetables, fruits and other supplies to the fleets.

In addition, there are about 1,500 exiled prisoners in the local area. They are not counted as "persons" in the household registration book of Gushan Port. They will only be formally included in the management system by local government agencies when they are granted official identity certificates and household registrations after their sentences. Before that, they were unsecured prisoners. The supervisors who managed them had the power to kill them.

There are about 90 local supervisors, and they are managed by a small gendarmerie office. In fact, most local affairs are managed by the gendarmerie, because the two Australian cities are currently military-controlled areas, and the gendarmerie is in charge of everything.

Of course, whether it is the military police or the Western Australian garrison stationed here (reorganized from some soldiers of the 2nd Squadron of the Stand Up Team, with a quota of 250), and some other institutions, they are all responsible to the deputy captain of the Blackwater Development Team stationed here - this is the most powerful commander in Australia and the close deputy of the Blackwater Development Team captain Mo Dashi.

The one who threw the Spanish noble into the cesspole was a military policeman. He looked at the Spaniards who were planted in the cesspole face down and waved behind him. Soon, two supervisors rushed over with about twenty naked Australian natives. The Australian natives with shackles obediently shoveled soil into the cesspole with shovels, and worked very hard.

This cesspool has been almost cleaned, and even the cow dung used to prevent leakage at the bottom of the pit has been cleaned up and is about to be filled in. With the expansion of the residential area of ​​Gushan Port, the public toilets originally dug outside the residential area will be discarded. Because the manure in these toilets may pollute the drinking water wells excavated by residents and breed diseases, they will be discarded one after another.

As their substitute, engineers have been looking for new sites in the distance to design some larger and more advanced toilets. The new toilets will no longer be as simple as before. They will be built with precious cement shipped from the New China region and locally produced red bricks to ensure a certain service life.

The Spaniard was vomiting hard at the bottom of the pit - the cow dung that had accumulated for several years was not so good, but after feeling the soil on his body was falling down, he immediately stood up in panic. He didn't bother wiping the cow dung that was slut on his face. The young man shouted in panic, but no one paid attention to him. The Australian natives were still filling the soil in the cesspool. Two Guarani supervisors stood aside to supervise. If the young man tried to climb out of the cesspool, they would not mind giving him a knife.

"The death quota for this month is about to be broken again! How old is he, and he can't control his temper." A middle-aged military policeman in his thirties and forties also came over at some point. Looking at the young Spanish nobleman who was knocked fainted from the bottom of the cesspool by a shovel, he frowned and said, "There are more than five prisoners who died in your hands this month, and the two dollars of salary are gone. Alice is going to give you a good look again."

The middle-aged military policeman is from France, and his military rank seems to be a sergeant. He has been in Australia for several years and has married a North Korean wife locally. He currently has three children, so his household registration is naturally local.

"Hehe, it's okay. When I waited, my brothers and I rode a horse out for a walk, borrowed a few Australian natives to come back, and it was no problem to get a few dollars in bonuses." The relatively young man said indifferently. He had a face like a wise man, with a short and strong figure, and a strong muscle. He looked like a very powerful player. It is said that when he was in Shandong, he was a wardrobe, riding and martial arts.

He is currently stumbling under the middle-aged military policeman and has married the other party's sister Alice, who is a subordinate trusted by the middle-aged man, so the two of them speak more casually.

"The indigenous people around have been almost completely cleaned up, and they have almost wiped out two or three thousand people. How can there be any indigenous tribe? If you go deep into the inland to hunt grass valley, you should give up your heart, I won't allow it! Also, you always borrow the military horses from the military horse farm to get extra money. Old Man Wang, who is in charge, has complained to me several times. Be careful." The middle-aged military police lit a pipe for himself, glanced at the young military police, and said lightly.

The young military police smelled the fragrance of tobacco intoxication, and then said with a smile: "Old man Wang took several kangaroo skins from me. How could he be so heartless? But if you can't go out, you can't go out. At worst, you can stay in the city to survive."

"But it's not that there's no chance to go out." After taking two puffs of cigarettes, the middle-aged man said slowly: "The fleet from New China has been here twice. It seems that no less than 600 immigrants stranded in Gushan Port this year will be left behind, and a considerable number of young and middle-aged people will be left behind. Moreover, starting this year, exiled prisoners have been gradually transformed into formal residents after serving their sentences. These have caused the local population to gradually increase. As the population grows, cities, farmland, mines (quarrying), the size of the port will be expanded, and more slaves will be needed to participate in the construction. Then, it will be natural to go deep into the inland to conquer the indigenous people and capture slaves."

"How come so many indigenous slaves are needed? Didn't it mean that the local people were already fighting the Guarani and Spaniards more than a year ago? Hundreds of prisoners of war were transported to exile a while ago. Why do you still need indigenous people? These indigenous people are too stupid and difficult to manage. They are really not as good as exiled prisoners." The young military police said in confusion.

In fact, the Spaniards who had just kicked the cesspool by him were a group of local exiles who arrived in Hong Kong more than half a month ago. It is said that they were captured by the East Coast people during frequent border frictions last year (45 years). Since there is the first batch, there will definitely be a second batch. In this way, does Australia still need so many indigenous people?

"There is no second batch." The middle-aged military police seemed to have seen through the young military police's thoughts, and only heard him say: "I sent three hundred people to us and one hundred and fifty people to Jinshan Port. The rest were basically transported to New China. There is even more population there, you know, because there are so many people who die from illness every year."

"Okay, I'll understand after saying this." The young military police smiled and said, "Look, who are sent to us. The prisoners captured in the war, the indigenous people who were forced to move, the exiled underground religious elements, criminal criminals and dissidents who were dissatisfied with the government, according to Chief An, these people are all demons and must be well watched."
Chapter completed!