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As the old man left, the atmosphere became extra heavy.

A middle-aged man shouted, "Master Sith, wait."

A strange yin and yang voice sounded: "Don't shout, people are noble, different from us. Don't block people's wealth."

It seemed that he was afraid that the old man could not hear it, and he intentionally raised the voice.

The middle-aged man reprimanded: "Faker, shut up! Master Sith is not like that.

Some time ago, the Russians arrested the guerrillas, or Master Sith came forward to solve it, otherwise we would be miserable. "

"That is, Master Sith is a good man. My son was sick a year ago, or the doctor he helped find."

"Fickel, I remember your kid's hands and feet were dirty, and he was taught by Master Sith, you are ..."

...

It can be seen that Old Sith's reputation in the town is still very good, and Fecker's young men are quickly overwhelmed by accusations.

Under normal circumstances, Feckel would never dare to show hostility towards a noble, otherwise he would die.

This situation changed with the arrival of the Russians, because the relationship between the opposing sides in the war, the local nobility was under the suppression of the tsarist government.

Fickel sneered: "Return to Master Sith, he is now a bereavement dog, and cannot even keep his family's foundation, and has his own face as a noble.

The Russians took his land and now he wants us to give up the land together. Why? "

Seeing everyone's eyes full of murderous demeanor, Feker's arrogance was poured out a lot, maybe he could not wipe his face, but still tough:

"Don't look at me like that, I'm telling the truth, wait, maybe we'll be sold to the Russian master someday!"

As soon as he said it, Fist flew over head-on, and before he understood what was going on, Fickel passed out gorgeously.

"Walk, good job. This fly is the most annoying. If it wasn't for this **** who doesn't know Russian, he would have been a Russian."

Everyone nodded, and apparently everyone had no good impression about Fecker.

...

In a classical mansion on the east side of the town, Baron Old Sith asked with concern: "Wright, are you ready?"

Wright replied, "I'm ready to go.

It's just father, we just leave by ourselves, why do we need to bring these wastes? "

Obviously, Wright was extremely reluctant to let the old man leave with the townspeople.

Old Sith shook his head: "Wright, you are still too young. The waste in your mouth is the basis for our resurgence.

After leaving here, we are no longer the noble fiefs. There is only one well-known downcast aristocrat. How is your life? You have seen it. "

When people leave the village, the same goes for the nobility. Once the foundation is lost, it is actually a bit stronger than ordinary people.

During the war, the Prussian kingdom suffered a great deal of vitality. Berlin had gathered aristocrats from all over the place, and the competition became extremely fierce.

Some political advantages are not enough to make them stand out and lead a rich life.

If you leave the Kingdom of Prussia, this political advantage will be lost.

Of course, this does not mean that the name of the aristocracy is useless. With this name, they can also access higher circles and be more easily integrated into the local area.

The prerequisite is that people recognize their aristocratic status. There is no internet identity check these days. It is not easy to recognize your aristocracy.

The big aristocracy with deep roots does not matter. There are many relatives, and there are relatives and friends who bring them into the circle. The prominent family name is the best proof.

A small aristocrat like Sith wouldn't do it. There is no such thing as a great ancestor. The name of the family is limited to a short place.

How can you let others know your aristocracy without propaganda?

Looking at the confused son, Old Sith sighed. Some words can only be realized by oneself, speaking from others' mouths, the effect is not so great.

They are going to Austrian Africa this time, and they do n’t have to pay for the migration. Taking everyone with you, apart from being a bit more troublesome, there is no need to pay any price.

I will not talk about betrayal. Just by taking so many people in the past and being able to raise the status in the eyes of the colonial government is enough for Sith to do it.

The aristocratic reputation is very valuable. A good reputation can let them easily enter the aristocratic circle.

Wright complained: "It will only be if they are willing to do it. People don't appreciate it. Why do we need to come up and ask ourselves for fun?"

Officials from the Austrian Immigration Agency have already come here to publicize it. They are willing to immigrate to sign up and leave early, and the rest now belong to their loved ones.

"Love at home" is not only because of homesickness, but also there is an industry here, leaving here must start again.

Glancing at his son, Old Sith reluctantly said, "Stupid, the Russians are so frustrating, who can stand it.

At this time, how many old bosses have not been hollowed out?

Now it is no longer a question of wanting to leave, but the Russians are rushing people, and they will be reduced to serfs when they stay. "

"Serf" is an exaggerated statement. The Russian empire also abolished serfdom, but private laborers were no better than serfs, in a sense even worse.

What seemed to come to mind, Wright asked incredulously: "You mean, Russians and Austria ..."

Old Sith scolded: "Shut up, can this be said indiscriminately! Wright, you remember it to me.

If you haven't lived enough, take care of your mouth, don't talk nonsense, even think about it. "

What the truth is, Old Sith didn't know, let alone want to know. Sometimes knowing too much is also a sin.

Looking at the dejected son, Old Sith couldn't bear it. After hesitating for a moment, he still held back the words of comfort.

Wright is his third and youngest son. He has just turned sixteen this year and has not had time to experience the wind and rain of society.

Under normal circumstances, Wright can't come out to take charge. It is a pity that in this war, the oldest son of Old Sith was killed and his second son was seriously injured. He is still sick in bed, and maybe he will leave someday.

Suddenly, he had to speed up the training of his younger son. After all, the average life expectancy of this year is short. Old Sith is over sixty years old, and his body is not as good as before.

Prussian families like Old Sith are more frequent, and many noble families have succeeded in succession.

This kind of sons are good. The worst is the nobleman who is the only child in the family. The death of a war is an absolute death. That is the tragedy on earth.

What happened to Mordo was just an episode. Since the Russians divided the nobles, the former Prussian nobles were panicked and began to look for a way forward.

There are so many local resources, there is simply no way to support too many nobles, and competition is unavoidable.

No matter how big-hearted people are, how can they compete with other people's relations because of their "hostile" elements, the Tsarist government can't wait to get rid of it.

Take the initiative to find a way back to leave, you can also take away some of the property, waiting for others to run out of patience, or they will be exterminated.

...

The pier on the Baltic coast is busy again, and there are more ships coming and going than before the war, as if the bustling past has been restored.

Unfortunately, this prosperity is an illusion. Evening busy port city, has now become a refugee camp.

Shrewd Russian officials have rented the unowned houses in the city, along with open space outside the city, to the Austrian Immigration Service to house immigrants who are leaving.

Immigration has never been easy. Ships have a limited number of passengers this year. Ordinary merchant ships can only transport hundreds of immigrants at a time, and the largest number is not more than 1,000 people.

This is already the limit. Adding more people is not about sending immigrants, but about selling piglets.

People are not goods, so there must be some space for activities. Too high a density is likely to increase mortality.

In a grey day, Old Sith arrived with a young and old, and the residents of the town who flew over, arrived in the port of Kolobrzeg and joined the queue waiting for immigration.

Often in rows of tents, Old Sith frowned, and when he got here, he couldn't stand back.

After tidying up his clothes and wearing the family crest, Old Sith walked to the immigration registry with his head daring.

The visitor was aristocracy, and the staff responsible for registration politely said: "Her baron, here is the civilian resettlement office, and the noble reception is located in the city.

There is a special reception in the city, which will arrange a residence that suits your identity, and you can take it with your family. "

Hearing the news, Old Sith's expression eased. He was really scared, and the Immigration Department put the civilians together, which meant that his aristocratic status was abolished.

Without this amulet, travelling to a foreign country and trying to gain a foothold is difficult.

After a few words, Old Sith left the army with his family. The words of the staff were very clear, taking the family with them means that other people need not pass.

Not surprisingly, as a baron, the Old Sith family acquired a separate courtyard as a temporary residence.

With all the basic daily necessities in hand, maids are outfitted. These are all minor problems. Immigration is a drag on the family, and naturally there is no shortage of servants.

After settling down, Old Sith was not idle, the first time was to knock on the door.

The circles of the nobles are big as well as small, and the connections of the big aristocrats are all over the world. The circles of the nobles are at the doorstep of their homes.

Old Sith is not a big aristocracy, and the social circle is naturally small, but in the aristocratic circle in West Prussia, he still has a familiar face.

When I was in my hometown, I didn't think it was important. I left my hometown and went to a foreign country. This is an important network resource.

Holding a group is also human.

For several days, Old Sis took his son to the noble banquet and made a lot of friends.

If it is not for the poor family foundation, and the future development needs a large amount of start-up capital, Old Sith would like to host a banquet.

Of course, this is impossible. The price of the port of Kolobrzeg controlled by the Russians is more than ten times higher than during normal times, and it is specifically targeted at them.

The Austrian Immigration Agency only provides the most basic living supplies. You need to pay for your own food, let alone hold a banquet.

In addition to the high cost, there must be enough connections to be able to carry the Russians to come and fight in the autumn wind.

The Tsarist government was poor, except for the newly enshrined nobles, there was no bounty at all. Many nobles were poor ghosts.

In order to get rich, the bottom line of these people is not very high. This group of people is tossing out the early tax collection in progress.

After a simple lunch, Old Sith was thinking about future development plans, and the steward's voice sounded in his ear.

"Baron, just now, the residents of the town of Mordo will board and leave in three days, and we will wait a week.

I've asked someone for help. The colonial government likes to separate and resettle immigrants from the same area, and there are basically no exceptions. "

Old Sith's face changed drastically. "Breaking apart" meant that his prior plans were all pushed back.

Wanting to take the residents of the town as the foundation and quickly gain a foothold in an unfamiliar area, there is no possibility of implementation at all.

As a person grows old, he has experienced a lot of things. Old Sith quickly calmed down and began to analyze the causes and consequences.

Soon he found the reason. On the one hand, the colonial government did not want them to hold a group, lest it would increase the difficulty of rule.

On the other hand, it is also the main reason. Now is not the time when the colonies were just opened up, and nobles have taken root in almost all regions.

As vested interests, these people naturally do not want to add a share of cake, and it is very normal for them to take steps to restrict them.

The shot was fair and for good reason. Thinking of this, Old Sith could not help revealing a bit of bitterness.

For a while, I hate forever. During the opening of the Austrian African colony that year, he was also eligible to participate, and even went to the African continent to inspect it himself.

It was just that he was arrogant and not optimistic about the development of Austrian Africa, and he wanted to establish the Grand Prussian Empire.

How to toss for decades, and finally ended up leaving home. Due to the pressure of survival, we have to set foot on this land again.

I missed the start-up period and couldn't get the original shares. When the company became bigger and then joined, the treatment was naturally not comparable to the previous shareholders.

The first batch of roots in Austria belonged to Africa, but now they have become the ties of Austria and belong to the foundation of the colonial government.

These latecomers are at best icing on the cake. It is good for the colonial government to have these immigrants, and life would be the same without them.

Knowing to know, Austrian Africa is still the best choice for Old Sith. The world is cruel, and everywhere is full of competition.

I ca n’t stay in my hometown. The European mainland is experiencing an economic crisis. I ca n’t find any job opportunities. I can only go abroad to make a living.

If you do n’t go to Austrian Africa with the same cultural traditions, you will have a hard time surviving if you do n’t change the language.

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