Rebolusyon!

Chapter 8

Certainly! Here's an improved version of the chapter with enhanced dialogue and added details about the convoy:

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**Strength in Unity**

*January 30th, 1896, Infanta, Provincia de Tayabas*

The morning sun gently kissed the shores of Infanta, the waves whispering softly as the air remained unusually calm. Since the arrival of the strange men in "green," life in Infanta had taken on a sense of serenity. The once oppressive oversight had eased; peasants and commoners were no longer burdened by tribute demands. It had been over a week since these men arrived, and their presence seemed to promise a prolonged stay as they constructed fortifications.

The local population initially viewed these men with skepticism. Hailing from Polillo Island nearby, many locals, particularly fishermen, doubted the newcomers' claims. The island's sparse population and modest means had fostered a natural distrust of outsiders. However, their doubts began to shift into curiosity when the massive Mindoro-class BRP Lucena, along with several tankers, anchored off the coast. The tankers unloaded supplies and equipment, a spectacle of logistics that left the locals both baffled and awestruck.

The men spoke Tagalog fluently, but their knowledge of other native languages like Cebuano, Waray, and Ilongo, coupled with their lack of Spanish, deepened the enigma surrounding them. Yet, their actions spoke louder than words. The men allowed the locals to keep their produce, exempted them from tithes, and even initiated a new market.

The newly established market was a bustling hub of activity. Farmers, artisans, craftsmen, and merchants bartered and traded goods in a space far larger and more accessible than the old Spanish-controlled market. This shift, while modest compared to the thriving markets of Manila, was transformative for Infanta. The absence of Spanish restrictions invigorated local trade, and the new government's support, including small loans for skilled workers, further fueled economic growth.

The introduction of the Piso, or Peso, as the new domestic currency marked a significant change. The government abolished the Spanish Philippine Peso, replacing it with the National Peso, setting prices based on production costs and economic conditions. The Department of Commerce began collecting silver and gold coins to be melted down for future trade and the eventual transition to a gold standard.

Esteban Cruz and his wife, Rosalinda, strolled through the vibrant market. The transformation was evident, even if the town remained remote, hemmed in by the Sierra Madre mountain range.

"It's incredible how much the town has changed in just a few weeks," Rosalinda remarked, her voice filled with wonder.

"Indeed," Esteban agreed. "Though it's not as bustling as Manila, it's still promising. It feels like a dream. I just hope nothing goes wrong. I shudder to think what the Spanish might do if they reclaim the town."

Rosalinda squeezed his hand reassuringly. "I have faith in our saviors. Even if we haven't seen them in action, their equipment speaks volumes. They have wagons without carabaos or horses and massive steel vehicles. One of my friends called them 'bakhow' or something like that. Spaniards don't have such things."

Esteban chuckled. "You're right. I must be too anxious. I heard they're also recruiting men to join their cause."

Rosalinda's eyes widened with concern. "Absolutely not, Esteban! Don't even think about it. I wouldn't want to be left alone now that life seems fair."

"Right, right," Esteban said with a sheepish grin. "I was just inspired by them. But you're right. How could I leave my beautiful wife? You're my world."

Rosalinda softened at his words, a smile playing on her lips. "Oh, Esteban, you're such a flirt. Let's head to the church. We need to exchange our coins for the new currency."