If there is a gradual change of long streets like Wesley street from the north to the south, the shoal in the North must be these emerging worker communities on the edge.


    Less than a decade after the rise of the workers'' community in the Southern District, when Boston became independent, the capitalists tried many ways to stimulate the subjective initiative of the slaves, but did not dare to become the public enemy of civilization. Only then did they integrate a set of abolitionist movement that did not abolish slaves.


    Workers'' community is one of the important links. Through single family huts, humble chapels and cramped community parks, capitalists create a sense of home for workers.


    This is probably the most real kindness in the world, and it is smoothly accepted and adapted by the workers.


    The freedom here is different from the port area. If the front Bay is prosperous and the back bay is unrestrained, here is a closed and United subculture circle.


    Various civilizations take root and sprout here, and compete for nutrients for growth with delicate bodies.


    At 1:00 p.m., nan12qing community.


    Wang also walked into the Baijia Temple changed from the chapel with his pocket. After a few steps, he was stopped by a young man with tea.


    However, although it was stopped, the young man''s face was full of surprise: "brother, you turned it! (you''re back)"


    "Tie Le, I turned it over." Wang also rubbed the young man''s head with a smile, "Tuan Zi, is master Liu here?"


    "Yes! Yes! I''ll stay in the house after morning tea. I know I want it!"


    "Master Liu has been waiting for a long time."


    "What a problem! Ah Ye eats tea everywhere."


    Wang also laughed: "Tuan Zi, do you want to make extra money?"


    "Drake?"


    "Stem (of course)!"


    "The stem is coming!"


    "Well (that) I''ll talk to master Liu. You''re so quick and smart. You must be able to handle it (well done)."


    ……


    One thirty, South three Indian community.


    Drogo Cao sat cross legged in the middle of a stone pillar, facing three crested and painted Indians. The left and right looked respectful and bowed down to wait for the old man in the middle to speak.


    This confrontation has lasted for a long time. Seeing the time of the meeting getting closer and closer, Cao''s heart is getting more and more agitated.


    "Shaman, they are all waiting for your reply!"


    Shaman shook his head wearily, "you are wrong, young oderman. The children listen to me to hear the teachings of the great spirit. The children support me to get the blessing of the great spirit."


    "They suffered a lot. The pain was given by the white man. The great spirit told me that it was not necessary to help the white man, but you should not hear it. After all, Miskito has forgotten the great spirit for a long time."


    "In other words, you refused." Cao stood up with his eyelids down. "Since the South Third District refused, I''ll go to the South Fifth District. Boston is a white world, and someone will always be interested in a hundred pounds."


    "Wait!" Shaman''s eyes suddenly widened, "oldman, the spirit wants you to repeat what you just said!"


    "Just now?" Cao smiled like a villain. "Does your spirit like pounds?"


    "The children need pounds." the shaman cleared his throat. "The spirit only needs faith."


    "Who cares, Miskito believes in God." Cao sat down again. "A hundred pounds and hired twenty smart ghosts for three days. I don''t want any news to leak out, so those who stay in the South have to learn to keep their mouths shut."


    "The Great Spirit said, Indians and whites have nothing to say."


    "What a considerate spirit," said Cao with emotion. "Did he say anything else?"


    Shaman crossed his legs and hung his head: "the Great Spirit said, the money must be paid first."


    ……


    1:55, South seven.


    South seventh district is a community facing Wesley street, because the popular Mary Daya chapel is here. Among the communities, it has a good reputation.


    But there is always a price for a loud reputation. The slave riots destroyed the immature seven District black slave cultural circle, which became a land without owners.


    Bankrupt whites, pro white blacks, Qing people expelled by patriarchy, Indians who do not believe in great spirits


    There are rebels of all colors here who guard against each other and live an isolated life. The only one who can ignore cultural differences and open up to the world is the children born here.


    At the moment, the children of District 7 are gathering in the community park, surrounded by three small and shy women, Noah, Sharon and fafuna.


    No one knows how the three girls who couldn''t jump a whole sentence in front of strangers kept so many children, but they did it beautifully. At least when bell rushed into the park, he saw only the smiling faces of boys and girls.


    "Noah!" bell waved to Noah in the children''s circle. "All right!"


    Noah pursed her mouth, nodded, stretched out her fingers and picked out several children who looked particularly tall and strong.


    "You are the leaders of the children, aren''t you?"


    The four children hesitated, exchanged eyes and nodded together.


    "So, do you remember what I just told you?"


    "Run with your friends to Wesley street!"


    "Run a big circle!"


    "Shout out the whispers you hear!"


    "Watch your wrestling, you can''t fall behind!"


    The children went on in a mess, not only in front of Noah, but also Sharon and fafuna. All the voices mixed together, bustling and bustling, like entering the wild duck hunting ground.


    "Will there be white bread?"


    "Any candy?"


    "Can I have cake?"


    "We can only play tricks down the street!"


    "People on the street are fierce and don''t like dirty children!"


    "Will be taught!"


    The noise became more and more intense. Seeing that the scene was about to get out of control, bell came in and grabbed the tallest child''s back collar with one hand.


    "Listen to your sisters." he showed his big white teeth, "okay?"


    The world is quiet.


    Noah covered her chest for a breath and asked the accompanying sailors to take out several large boxes and open them in front of the children.


    White bread, full of candy, sweet smell in the air.


    "Just run to the alley! Turn back when you run to the alley. Be careful of wrestling and carriage," she said softly. "There are a lot of bread and candy, but there is no cake. It will crush."


    When she finished, bell loosened the child''s collar and said, "run! I heard that candy doesn''t seem to be enough..."


    "Ah! Let''s go!"


    "Go to mischief!"


    "Go play..."


    Wu Huanhuan''s twenty or thirty children seemed to run away. Noah and fafuna collapsed and sat on the ground. Little Sharon ran over with a red face and bowed deeply to bell.


    "Thank you, Mr. Judea!"


    "No thanks, no thanks." bell smiled and grabbed the sugar and stuffed it into his pocket. "Little things, scare and cheat. They are obedient good children."


    Noah looked anxiously at the direction the children ran away: "but just down the street, no problem?"


    "People who have been at sea all year round have many traces, which are incompatible with people on the ground. This habit can only be covered up by self-cultivation and education."


    Bell peeled a sugar and threw it into his mouth.


    "There are faramin and the group of reliable college graduates on the street. Compared with the limited pedestrians over there, they are enough to stare around the florist."


    "The key is to go down the street. There are many people and the streets are chaotic. Even the autistic Qing people and Indians are inconspicuous there. However, it is also convenient for us. God is always fair..."


    Speaking of this, he suddenly noticed fafuna''s expression, which was different from Noah''s worry. It was not so much uneasy as doubt.


    "You... Han Ji, right?"


    Fafuna jumped up with a miso, stiff and flushed: "yes... Fa... Fafuna... Han Ji... Second pilot seat... Tactics..."


    "Chief of the tactical room." bell scratched his hair reluctantly. "Han Ji, even if you don''t deal much on the ship, nominally you are also my direct subordinate. Don''t be nervous."


    "Y... Yes, sir!"


    "It seems hopeless... Han Ji, what do you think of this operation?"


    "No! No... no need..."


    unwanted?


    Bell thought about the strange words for a moment, and suddenly had a flash of light: "I see. You''re worried that we''ll do more."


    When her mind was broken, fafuna was more and more embarrassed: "yes... Sir... This is just an ordinary joint... I think the other party just needs to wait there... No... There won''t be anyone at all..."


    "Don''t use people''s thinking to guess other species, such as Lorraine and that Rashid." bell stretched his waist and peeled the second sugar. "It seems that the common joint in your eyes will determine the dominance of this cooperation, and the victory or defeat is hidden in every insignificant detail."


    "So they will go all out. If they don''t want to become chess pieces, they can only go all out..."