After the family boarded the ship, they received breakfast in the cabin, two large steamed buns for each person and a bamboo tube of millet porridge. The child only had one steamed bun, but an extra boiled egg.

And the hot steamed buns were actually filled with braised pork!

The family held the meat buns in their hands, tears streaming down their cheeks. They couldn't remember the last time they had eaten something so luxurious.

"It's delicious, so delicious." The children were not afraid of the heat and ate it with big mouthfuls.

The adults were reluctant to get off their horses and eat the buns, so they put the two buns in their arms... Although they have been in Suzhou for several years, they are still used to calling these stuffed buns "baozi".

The family followed the crowd to the cabin below the deck and found a place to sit down.

After a while, Chi Dacong and his neighbors also got on the boat, and they naturally received the same breakfast.

Chi Dacong took a big bite of the meat bun and asked Wang Liu arrogantly, "What else do you have to say now?"

"..." Wang Liu stuffed his mouth with delicious steamed buns and mumbled something. It seemed to be something like "Starving to death is a small matter, but losing one's chastity is a big matter"... He heard it from the storyteller, but Wang Liu didn't really understand what it meant.

However, seeing that the whole family had been completely conquered by the two meat buns, Wang Liu could no longer be tough. He said nothing, but lowered his head to savor the delicious mixture of wheat and meat in his mouth.

When the deck was full of people, the sailors rowed the boat, which was loaded with farmers and workers, and slowly sailed away from Hushu Pass.

The boat sailed to Suzhou, followed the moat, turned into Loujiang River, and went east downstream.

When the sun was setting, the boat arrived in Kunshan County.

The manager on the boat asked the farmers and workers to take out the bamboo cards given to them and started calling out numbers loudly.

"Everyone who has been called, come here. One, three, one, four, one, three, one, four!"

Many farm workers didn't know how to count, so the manager had to look at the signs one by one before pointing to a family and saying, "This is your family. Remember, 1314 is your lifelong code name on the farm!"

The family got up and followed the steward to the deck. After a while, the steward handed the family over to the people who came to pick them up on the shore, and the boat continued to move forward.

When they arrived at the next small dock, the manager called another family to get off. The sand boats shuttled between the crisscrossing rivers, constantly docking and letting people off.

When almost half of the people had gone down, the manager started shouting again: "Nine-five-two-seven, where is nine-five-two-seven?"

"My number is 9527!" Wang Liu raised his hand quickly. He worked at the dock and had to know how to count.

The family quickly picked up their luggage and headed towards the hatch.

Seeing this, Chi Dacong anxiously asked the manager, "Aren't we on the same farm?"

"I don't know." The manager said indifferently, "You are not allowed to get up until your number is called!"

"We agreed to go together." Chi Dacong didn't dare to lift his buttocks, but kept saying, "It's good for someone to take care of you."

"If you keep talking nonsense, you don't have to get off the boat. Take it directly back to Suzhou." The managers are all experienced people. Can't they deal with a country bumpkin like him? Online e-book

The family went up to the deck and stared at the desolate scene. If you didn't see it with your own eyes, you would find it hard to believe that there is such a desolate place in the south of the Yangtze River.

Wang Qi said timidly: "It would be better if we didn't separate everyone."

"I think it's best to separate." Wang Liu felt great. He felt that God was helping him.

"They are trying to separate us old bastards." Old man Wang was more knowledgeable than his son, but he was not dissatisfied. "There are no smarter people in the world than these water crabs."

At this time, the boat stopped beside a simple wooden pier, and the steward urged the family to get off quickly.

Fortunately, there was someone waiting for us at the dock, so we didn't have to worry about where to go.

A yellow-faced man wearing a black silk corrugated hat and a blue robe, dressed like the managers, checked the number plate in Wang Liu's hand and said to the family:

"I'm Miao Pu, a technician from the 69th Farm. You can call me Miao Gong from now on. I'm here to take you back to the team on the orders of our Director Ao." The technician named Miao Pu pointed at the crowd behind him with his chin and said, "Some people haven't arrived yet. Go over there and wait."

Wang Liu led his family to wait in the crowd. He took a quick look and saw that there were about a hundred people in the group, probably from fifteen or sixteen households.

Judging from the different dialects they spoke, it turned out that they were separated and put together.

Arriving in a strange environment for the first time, the farm workers were very cautious and did not talk to other families. They just gathered obediently by the dock, waiting for the next order from the seedling workers.

During this time, the Miao worker registered them again, this time in much more detail than in Hushuguan. The names, genders, ages, and places of origin of all family members, when they came to Suzhou, whether they had committed crimes, whether they had any injuries, etc. Miao Pu required them to answer truthfully. He also warned them that if they were found to have made false information later, they would be deducted work points at the least, or fired directly at the worst.

Old man Wang had intended to conceal his back injury, but he confessed it honestly. Although he didn't know what work points were, he could still understand the word "dismissal".

It was not until the sun was about to set and more than a dozen families came that the seedling worker closed the book and put the lead pick into his pocket. He asked the two farm workers to move their tables and chairs and led them along a newly dug dirt road towards a village in the north.

"Our place is called Yanglintang, and it is the lowest in Kunshan." Miao Pu introduced the area to the farmers as he walked. "In previous years, when the rainy season came, this place became a puddle, and the water would not recede until autumn. So it was impossible to live here, and it was impossible to farm."

"Luckily our young master invented cement and founded Kunkai Company to build stone embankments for Yangcheng Lake and Yanglintang. Now we don't have to worry about the 100,000 mu of fertile land in Yanglintang being flooded anymore. You can get to work now."

Then he pointed out the location of their team's land... After an afternoon, everyone understood that their farm had six production teams. Each production team lived in a village, and the land they had to cultivate was also around the village.

"You are lucky. The original houses in this village have been completely soaked and rotted away. This is the new one built for you by the farm." As he spoke, technician Miao took them into the village and then hung their bamboo signs on the doors of each household one by one.

Wang Liu saw that many courtyards had already hung bamboo signs, which showed that someone had arrived earlier. He couldn't help but worry secretly, had all the good houses been picked up? What would he do if he had no place to live?

Although the houses in this small village are all made of adobe and thatched roofs, they are all equipped with doors and windows, and there are independent courtyards separated by bamboo fences. In the eyes of Wang Liu's family, they are a hundred times better than their own shacks.

And his worries were unnecessary. Kunkaisi was already familiar with large-scale deployment of personnel and materials, so how could he make such a low-level mistake?

Finally, Miao Gong hung the bamboo plaque with the number 9527 on the door of a house in the middle of the village, quite close to the main road, which made the whole family ecstatic.

"There is rice, water and firewood in the house. You can make your own dinner." Miao Pu mechanically repeated his instructions, "Think about it carefully tonight. It's not too late to leave. The director will come to take your fingerprints tomorrow morning. If you want to leave after you have pressed your fingerprints, you will have to pay compensation. If you can't afford the compensation, you will be sent to prison. Think carefully..."

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