"Getting married... is not easy!" Zheng Changrong looked at the shimmering river surface, and the melancholy expression on his face could not be concealed;

"Many brothers who came to Australia to hunt for gold with us, some died of illness, some were buried in gold mines, some died of white atrocities, and some left here sadly with a small savings, because Australia was very unfriendly to Chinese people at that time, not only imposed heavy taxes, but also could not enter churches, and were not allowed to marry and have children. It was difficult to obtain a naturalization permit without the right to receive education, and only a small number of people persisted.

Now that life is better, you can make a lot of money, but getting married is still a big problem.

Look at the streets from Brisbane to the Red River Valley, the streets are full of young and middle-aged men, and it is difficult to see women.

It is extremely difficult to find a woman of appropriate age to get married. Some people who immigrated to Australia in the later stage will not have to worry about having a girl of appropriate age at home, and the threshold will be broken.

Do you know how much do you want now?

It scares you to say it. It costs 120 pounds at least. There are still many people who are rushing to it and can't even grab it if you squeeze it out.

The Earl's Regiment once issued a decree that strictly prohibited the trading of population.

Originally, some refugees who signed slave contracts were released to free themselves and changed to equal employment contracts, setting a good example for everyone and winning praise from the people.

But the problem is that there are too few women in Australia, especially Chinese women.

Some human traffickers who once sold young girls from the mainland confiscated their property and threw it into hard labor camps once they were caught.

The investigation is very strict now. A man brought more than two young girls of the age to Australia, and the key suspect was the one who was suspected. He was found out before leaving the immigration camp, and most of them could not escape.

After several rounds of severe crackdowns, no one dared to risk his life to engage in this industry. How could this continue?"

Li Shuanzhu is the kind of person who is slow in matters between men and women. He has never thought about this problem, but he can also feel that something is wrong.

There are three kinds of unfilial piety, and there is no descendant.

It is not difficult for the Earl's Princess and military bosses to get married and have children, and they are given priority to care. Many people marry girls from the Red Fort.

Sometimes when everyone chats, a big guy takes another little wife. A big guy has a few beautiful maids at home, and they talk to each other with relish.

Therefore, Li Shuanzhu really didn't feel how serious the problem was.

In this year, what is the concept of £120?

Since the house prices in the Red River Valley have risen rapidly in recent years, you can buy a small, beautifully decorated independent western-style house for £120, but now you can only buy a large apartment in a bustling area, you can buy 12 Quat horses with good quality, and you can buy a bulletproof carriage (except for horse racing).

"Brother Changrong, that... isn't that exaggerating, right?" Li Shuanzhu was really surprised.

Zheng Changrong smiled bitterly and said, "There are too many monks and too little porridge. Some people's eyes are hungry and they are willing to pay for their wives.

In recent years, the economy of the Red River Valley has developed rapidly. Many people have made a lot of money and the bride price given to the woman has increased just to marry the Chinese woman they like.

Think about it...

Marrying a wife is nothing more than living a stable life. The piano and se are in harmony. Those wives can’t even understand what they say. What’s the fun of marrying them home?”

"That's true, then why did you go to Port Moresby this time?" Li Shuanzhu recalled the Fish Head Brother and his white wife. He seemed to have never seen anything communicated. He occasionally talked and gestured with his hands, which made him feel very twisted.

Zheng Changrong's rare old face turned red and he still said frankly; "I heard that there are many immigrant families in Port Moresby, so I sold all the shops and businesses in Brisbane, and prepared to start from Moresby from the beginning. The most important thing is to start first to marry a wife and pass on the family line!"

I see

Li Shuanzhu suddenly realized and pointed Zheng Changrong silently with his fingers. The meaning was very obvious. Judging from your honest and honest look, you have quite a lot of slick ideas!

"Brother Shuanzhu, don't laugh at me. How can you understand the pain of being a fallen guest in your 30s?"

"I think about my heart when I am full and warm, and my hunger and coldness make me feel robbed." Li Shuanzhu made a decisive conclusion.

Zheng Changrong rolled his eyes directly, and speechlessly, the topic was completely talked about.

Yunwushan Wheel entered the blue bay along the Brisbane River, turned around and drove north along the coast, and the huge figure disappeared at sea level.

A thousand miles away

Port of Cochin, Indian Peninsula

There is a 5.5-hour time difference between this place and the Red River Valley in Australia. Secret telegrams from the Red River Valley arrived in the early morning, but because the local telegram room opened at nine o'clock, the fleet did not receive the telegram until around ten o'clock, which shows the difference in local administrative efficiency.

It was like a stone plunged into the calm lake, causing waves.

The fleet, which had just returned from the offshore drill, quickly took action to replenish coal, vegetables and food, and fresh water supplies, shrouded in a strange and busy atmosphere.

Ocean-fast sailing ship "Tarzan"

"Mr. Qingsong, the action plan formulated by the fleet has been approved and will be completed later today. Please provide strong support." Commander He Fang looked solemn.

"Please rest assured, you are ready and will take action in the evening."

"Then please."

"This journey is long, and you are brave and savage to fight on the battlefield. As fellow tribesmen with the same blood, I would like to wish you the most sincere blessings on behalf of all the colleagues. I hope you will be smooth sailing and return soon." Mr. Qingsong suddenly bowed to the ground, and said with a firm expression after getting up. "We will cook some clowns outside the Hong Kong , so please rest assured. I just happened to kill the flags for the warriors of our fleet, and look forward to the good news of your victory and triumph."

Geng Baogui, He Fangshuang stepped forward to help Mr. Qingsong up. Geng Baogui said with emotion, "Why do you need so much politeness to Mr. Qingsong? We are comrades in the same trench and are willing to shed blood for the same dream and repay the ardent hopes of Lord Earl and his tribe. You and I will walk hand in hand to fight against the sky and the earth."

"So I dare not refuse what I wish." Mr. Qingsong smiled loudly.

He Fang stepped forward and held his hand tightly and said in a deep voice. "In view of the change in the situation, please follow the third plan and we wait for the good news."

"good."

Qingsong clenched his hand tightly, then turned around and left.

Cochin City

In the evening

On the bustling streets, a woman wearing a unique Indian sari was wearing a heavy object on her head and walking barefoot on the dusty street. A dark-skinned man from low caste was loading and unloading several mule and horse carts. Two cows with leisurely gaits were searching for something on the garbage dump. Mosquitoes and flies were flying around, and the smell was stinking.

The Kochi Telegraph Office is located in a two-story white building. At the door is a Sikh guard with a turban, holding a long rattan stick in his hand with his chest and belly folded. He often shouts at the untouchables and prohibits them from stepping onto the smooth marble steps of the Telegraph Office.

At this time

A white man in a white top hat and a white suit came out of the telegraph office. The Sikh guard immediately nodded and bowed his greetings, then ran down the steps and raised his hands to attract a rickshaw.

The white man nodded arrogantly and threw a copper penny tip, and the Sikh guards thanked him repeatedly.

"Note, it's out."

Under the shade of trees by the roadside, two strong men wearing northern Tumen national costumes looked at each other and drove the carriage forward with a whip.

A strong man behind him got into a rickshaw and whispered, "Go, follow." The rickshaw driver nodded, pulled up the rickshaw and followed quickly.

The rickshaw pulled the white man to trot all the way, and was overtaken by a carriage in the wide part of the street ahead, causing dirty dust to fly on the road. The white man covered his mouth and nose with his hands, picked up his cane and knocked the rickshaw driver in dissatisfaction, hoping that he would slowly avoid the dust.

The rickshaw then slowed down and walked to the intersection of the street ahead and turned to a dirt road leading to the port.

This dirt road is close to the river bank on one side, and a wealthy businessman's daily miscellaneous warehouse on the other side. It is not crowded on weekdays and looks quite quiet under the shade of green trees.

Not far ahead

I saw a carriage lying across the dirt road. A few sacks of goods fell on the dirt road that were not wide, completely blocking the road ahead.

The rickshaw could only slow down and stopped. The white man on the rickshaw stood up impatiently and scolded him, but he did not notice that a strong man walked down quietly in the rickshaw behind him, and suddenly hit him out of the way.

The rickshaw driver turned around and looked back when he heard the movement. He heard a muffled sound and was knocked out. He fell softly to the ground. It turned out that the person in the carriage in front had taken action.

In just three or four seconds, the two people were dealt with quickly. Then the two people who were knocked out were carried onto the carriage, covered with canvas, and then several lightweight sacks were pressed on it. The coachman whipped the carriage and drove it away.

A man dragged an empty rickshaw on the carriage and followed another rickshaw one after another. The whole operation was clean and neat, and everything was solved in just over ten seconds. It can be seen that he was a veteran with rich experience in action.

Outside a remote yard

There is a shabby ascetic monk sitting at the intersection with a dark dark face. Such scenes can be seen everywhere in mainland India, from cities to villages, from rivers to streets, and there are ascetic figures of this life everywhere.

A carriage drove quickly along the street and saw the ascetic monk sitting at the three-way intersection scratching his shoulders with his hands. A look of understanding flashed in the coachman's eyes, and drove the carriage to turn the three-way intersection and directly into the yard.

Then, two rickshaws, which were quite far apart, entered the yard one after another and closed the door tightly.

Only the ascetic monk sitting at the intersection is still the same. No movement at the intersection can escape his observation. It is a dark eye.

"Hurry up, lift the person down and interrogate quickly." Qingsong walked out of the room strode and called his subordinates to quickly carry the white man into the house, preparing to torture him immediately.

One of his men asked, "Boss, what should I do with this rickshaw driver?"

"God has the virtue of being alive, and we should not hurt his life for no reason. We tied it up and threw it into the cellar. When the wind passed, it was blindfolded, and this place would not be used anyway."

"clear."

"Okay, the matter here is done. You can hurry up and pick up the two groups to prevent accidents."

"As for orders, boss."
Chapter completed!