New Ming Empire mixed in America

After sailing at sea for another three days, the Xinming Royal Fleet finally arrived in the waters of Peru.

Almost all of Peru's developed cities are along the coast, while the interior is very deserted with very few people.

And there are many ports. Cities large and small have their own small ports. Many have several docks, while small ones only have one, and it is made of wood.

The most common ones are the simple docks built by the manor owners in coastal towns.

The small town of Zoritos is a typical example. The pier made of rough wooden boards extends into the sea. There is only an old black man looking after the half-stone lighthouse on the pier.

The town is not big, and except for the six large manor owners, the rest are not very wealthy commoners.

Following the sound of the copper bell coming from the direction of the lighthouse, the owners of the large estates who had just been chatting in the small town tavern gathered towards the small pier.

Today is the day when a new batch of coolie merchant ships arrive. These people must seize the time to select a batch of coolies.

Some time ago, due to San Francisco's purchase of large quantities of coolies at high prices, the number of coolies in their manors was seriously insufficient.

So they ordered some in bulk from the coolie dealers in Peru, and today was the day when the coolies were delivered to the shore for auction.

"Hey, Lynde, how many Oriental slaves do you need on your estate?"

An English manor owner held a pipe in his mouth and asked the tall and strong white man walking beside him:

"I heard that your estate has a good coffee harvest this year?"

The American manor owner named Linde nodded very humbly: "It is a bit higher than last year, but the price of coolies has increased this year, and the income may not be as good as last year."

Hearing Linde's complaint, the British manor owner shrugged and said, "I blame those Orientals in San Francisco for raising the price of slaves. By the way, how many Qing slaves are you going to buy today?"

Linde pressed his hat to prevent it from being blown away by the wind, and then replied: "It takes about 25."

After speaking, he looked at the British manor owner and said jokingly: "You have to pay attention to your words. There are no slaves anymore, only coolies."

The British manor owner curled his lips in disdain and said, "Well, those Qing people are not slaves, because they are worse than slaves. At least now those black people can work as supervisors, right?"

After saying this, the two people laughed at the same time.

In order to save money, the estate owners here in Peru are using Chinese coolies extensively. These Chinese, who were indentured workers before getting on the ship and then slaves after getting off the ship, are the best labor force in the eyes of these people.

Even in order to relieve the fatigue of the Chinese coolies, these manor owners also tried every means to make the Chinese smoke smoke.

This will not only reduce the rest time of the Chinese coolies, but also make profits from them. The most important thing is to control these Chinese coolies well and prevent them from having a chance to resist.

Accompanied by the bells on the lighthouse, two ocean-going merchant ships slowly docked.

"Go down quickly, you pig-like guys, welcome to your paradise, haha..."

A Chinese supervisor on the ship threw his whip in the air and made a crisp crackle.

These Chinese people who came off the ship only carried a blanket, a small wooden box, and a small iron pot for cooking.

They stepped off the boat and lined up on the pier for the auction to begin.

Among the people who came to buy coolies were not only manor owners, but also many civilians in small towns. Many of them needed to add a labor force to their families.

"Come and take a look. These are coolies just brought over from the Far East. All of them have ten-year contracts. Of course, how long they can work depends on your conscience..."

The owner of the merchant ship stood on a small high platform and waved his arms. His words successfully made everyone present laugh.

The so-called ten-year contract is only for those Oriental coolies. If these people are willing, the contract can even be extended to longer.

"The auction begins now. This time it is a group of five coolies, four adults and one child."

As soon as the ship owner announced the rules of the auction, someone complained loudly: "Why are there still those monkey-like cubs? You are committing commercial fraud!"

The captain looked at the manor owner who made the noise just now, then made a sign of please and said:

"There are only these goods now. If you want to buy them, please abide by my rules. If you don't buy them, please leave here!"

When the ship owner said this, dozens of sailors armed with various weapons appeared on the deck.

The manor owner who had just complained quickly lowered his head and stopped talking.

The hiccup was successfully resolved, and the auction continued.

"This group is made up of four good hands on the farm. The little boy can also be used to carry some goods, and the most important thing is that they eat very little."

"Even after you buy it back, it won't cost as much as the food for the hounds at home. I believe most of the gentlemen present know this. Okay, let's start the auction now!"

Holding the leather whip, the captain pointed at the five Chinese standing in the first row, then walked over and pulled off their shirts, revealing their not-so-strong muscles.

"Does anyone want to bid on these? Look at their hands. They are all calluses from years of hard work. Hey, I have to say that these Orientals are born to work."

The boat owner was still introducing loudly, but the crowd of people watching below had already begun to raise their hands in twos and threes to signal their bids.

'Dang...Dang...Dang...';

At this time, another sound of copper bells came from the lighthouse, which made everyone at the dock stunned, and the auction had to be stopped.

"Haha, I guess these must be your colleagues. I will wait and buy. Maybe those people have better goods."

It was the manor owner who complained just now. He smiled proudly after hearing the sound of the bell.

Hearing the manor owner's reminder, everyone else present also stopped making bids.

As the other party said, if the two compete, the price will definitely be more affordable.

Only the captain glanced angrily at the manor owner who spoke, and then waved his whip at the Chinese coolie standing next to him as if to vent his anger.

"What qualifications do you have to beat someone? We are here to work, not to be slaves!"

A Chinese man grabbed the whip and shouted angrily.

Although the Chinese could not understand English, the captain's tone and actions still made them feel happy and uneasy.

Suddenly all the Chinese started to echo loudly, and some of them were so excited that they even dropped their suitcases on the ground.

"What are you doing? Do you want to rebel?"

It was the Chinese overseer who jumped out with a whip, pointed at the Chinese who were yelling and shouted loudly.

"You have signed a contract. Don't think that no one can take care of you after you go to sea. Think carefully about the fate of those thorns on the sea."

Pointing to the wooden cages on the ship's side, a ferocious look appeared on the overseer's face.

There were more than a dozen dying Chinese in those wooden cages, and their skin had begun to peel off in large areas due to exposure to the sun.

His lips were white, his eyes were dull, and his body was covered with large and small whip marks.

Seeing the commotion here, the white sailors also aimed their weapons. They took the violence of these coolies extremely seriously. Once discovered, they must suppress it with all their strength, otherwise a larger-scale riot will occur.

Fortunately, although these Chinese often resist, they are often very disunited.

For example, those Chinese supervisors are representatives. These people can betray their compatriots without any bottom line. Those people in the cage on the side of the ship were reported by the supervisor.

If it hadn't been for this supervisor's report, those Easterners might have been able to seize the ship.

Seeing that his own people were under control of the situation, the captain's face showed some pride.

"Catch that thorny head out. I'll beat him to death myself and teach the rest of the pigs a lesson."

The captain gave instructions to the Chinese supervisor.

Although his stilted Chinese sounded a little difficult, the Chinese supervisor quickly understood what the captain meant and immediately greeted him:

"I accept your order, don't worry, I will definitely give it to you. Just be angry!"

After he finished speaking with a flattering smile, the Chinese supervisor stood up from the ground, looked at the Chinese who dared to reach out to grab the whip, and laughed ferociously.

"If you want to blame it, it's your own fault. What's the benefit of going against foreigners? Why didn't you fall into my hands this time? Hehe..."