In early July, several ships arrived at Dongning Port.
"We've arrived at Dongning City! Everyone assemble and prepare to disembark!"
A soldier dressed in the uniform of the Prince Xin's guard stood at the bow of the ship and shouted: "Everyone, line up in a row and walk one by one!"
Don't rush!
Don't grab it!
Under the command of the Prince's Palace guards, the refugees lined up and began to disembark from the ship.
In the group, a man in his thirties looked around at the crowd, picked up his luggage, and walked forward.
Beside him, a child of eleven or twelve years old held his hand and followed slowly.
As soon as he stepped onto land, the man looked around and immediately saw several tall watchtowers standing in the northwest direction.
"Father, look!"
This watchtower is almost as tall as the city of Jiangning!
The child pointed to the watchtower in the distance and said excitedly.
"Keep your voice down."
The middle-aged man snorted and continued pulling the child forward.
However, out of the corner of his eye, he was intentionally or unintentionally glancing at Dongning City in the northwest.
This is indeed a magnificent city!
Although it is still under construction, it is already comparable to Jiangning City.
It seems Dongning is not bad at all!
After landing, turn east at the harbor pier.
On a large open space to the east, there stands a large sign.
"Those who can read and write, come this way!"
The sign had several large characters written on it, and a young man in his twenties standing nearby was also shouting loudly.
"father."
The little boy gently tugged at his father's clothes and glanced over.
However, the middle-aged man did not move, but continued to follow the group forward.
Some literate people in the group of refugees broke away from the group after hearing the noise and turned to this side.
The others who couldn't read continued walking forward.
After walking several dozen feet further ahead, a soldier stood at the crossroads and shouted, "Blacksmith, if you know how to forge and smelt iron, come this way!"
Next to him stood a sign that read "Blacksmith".
Among the refugees, very few had experience as blacksmiths; most continued their journey forward.
Some people went to the area under the blacksmith's sign and registered there.
The migrant caravan continued on its way, passing through several more intersections.
And the signs erected at each intersection are different.
carpenter!
miner!
Charcoal burner!
mason!
Potter!
Spinning yarn and weaving cloth!
...
At each intersection, a portion of the skilled workers are filtered out.
In the end, a large number of the refugees continued to move forward.
The remaining people were ordinary citizens without any special skills.
Back in my hometown, most of us just farmed to make a living.
After continuing forward for a while, a high platform appeared.
On the high platform stood fully armed soldiers of the Prince's Guard.
A soldier shouted loudly, "The Prince's Guard is recruiting. Those who pass the test will be provided with food, lodging, uniforms, and weapons, and will receive a monthly salary of two strings of cash and ten catties of meat per month!"
Wow!
This caused a huge uproar among the refugees.
These people were all migrants, used to being poor in their hometowns, sometimes eating a full meal and sometimes going hungry, let alone receiving a monthly salary.
Hearing about the soldiers' excellent treatment, everyone's eyes widened in astonishment.
"Those who wish to register, come over here for the test!"
The soldier shouted, "Those who pass the test will become new recruits in the Prince's Guard."
In no time, a number of homeless people lined up, wanting to give it a try.
The test is simple: there are several large stone locks, and the test is to test arm strength.
Several sandbags were used to test speed and endurance.
A few small stones were used to test throwing power.
A running test along a road to assess physical fitness.
A simple test is enough to filter out some unqualified people.
However, hundreds of people still passed the test.
Seeing this, the middle-aged man frowned slightly, then continued to lead the little boy forward.
After leaving the recruitment site, the remaining crowd became sparse.
After all, most of the displaced people were drawn away by the recruitment drive.
After walking for a while, the group finally stopped under a large tree in the northeast corner of Dongning City.
Several large tables were placed side by side, with scholars sitting behind them.
A scholar stood at the front of the line and shouted, "Everyone, line up! One by one!"
After registering their household registration information, the Prince Xin's Mansion distributed land for everyone to cultivate.
Each household has fifty mu of land, which they must cultivate themselves!
Five-year tax exemption!
Working for Prince Xin's mansion can earn money to buy farm tools!
Guided by the scholar, a vagrant registered his household information here.
The middle-aged man led the little boy over and stood in front of the table.
"Name?"
"Han Wen'an."
"age?"
"Thirty-six, born in the Year of the Tiger."
"Place of origin?"
"A native of Hanjiawan, Sishui County, Hongze Prefecture, Huaibei Province."
"Farmer?"
"yes!"
"Your child?"
"Yes, his name is Han Yi, he is thirteen years old, and his zodiac sign is Ox."
"Have you ever attended school and learned to read?"
Han Wen'an hesitated for a moment, glanced at Han Yi, and said, "I have studied a little in a private school."
"good!"
The registration officer nodded and said, "Fifty mu of wasteland in the third community of the twelfth district of Dongning Prefecture, to be reclaimed by ourselves."
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