Move quickly!
A bunch of useless things!
Haven't eaten yet?
The dock was reverberated with the supervisor's rude roar and the sound of whipping whips.
The workers carrying boxes were like donkeys walking upright, working hard between the deck of the cargo ship and the dock warehouse.
Not to mention the salary of eight silver coins per hour and eating in the same pot, even stopping here to rest for a while is a luxury. If you want to go to the bathroom and drink water, you have to plead with the supervisor.
This is Xifan Port.
That is what players joke about Xigang.
Here, a healthy slave only costs 1,000 dinars.
Even if the population is already cheaper, businessmen from Triumph City still prefer to rent.
In the eastern part of Zhongzhou Continent, many survivors have a fantasy of distance and beauty about the Legion, believing that the Legion is actually very law-abiding.
However, in fact, it was just because they had contact with too few Willant people and did not understand the nature of these guys.
Every old resident of the fallen city knows very well what the Willant people looked like when they first came to the Valley to save, and what they looked like after being beaten and hurt.
The reason why they acted so obediently in the eastern part of the Central continent was just because they were beaten.
If it were Xifan Port, which was far beyond the league's power projection range, they would not even be able to perform.
But what is interesting is that even though they are already working hard to exploit the local people, they are still a little bit smaller than the local nobles of the Bharat Province.
So much so that when General McClass passed by, he couldn't help but sigh that he was still too kind when he was traveling to the River Valley Province and did not squeeze out the potential of local survivors at all.
The residents living in the local area are mainly Willant people, followed by merchants from places such as Silver Moon Bay, as well as local nobles and some free people in the Bharat Province.
Since the slave trade was not prohibited in the local area, after the fall of King Gallen Port, some of the nobles of Rowell moved here.
As for the players, they are almost invisible here.
After all, there is neither an airport nor a save point opened by the boss. It takes more than ten or twenty days to come here from the port of the alliance to float on the sea, and more than ten or twenty days to go back.
If you die here once, not only will the unarchived experience value be cleared, but the equipment and property are also completely explosive, and the risk and return are completely inconsistent!
However, although this place is a useless place for players, it has a completely different meaning for the Willant.
Since the civil servants of Triumph City borrowed the territory from the empire, they brought clean streets, beautiful houses and bright street lights here.
Bennot and other civil servants had high expectations for the local development prospects.
Even though the nobles of the empire were already pedantic and stubborn, no one could refuse the decent life of civilized people.
They can influence the nobles of Shizhou through the surplus life of Xifan Port, and then influence the nobles of Tiandu through the nobles of Shizhou.
They didn't expect to educate the guys here to be too civilized, nor were they interested in charity, but they needed an allies who were deterrent enough to share the pressure from the alliance for them.
On the harbor paved with sand and gravel bricks.
A bearded Willant looked at the diamond-set pocket watch in his hand frequently, his face full of anxiety.
His name is Yarman, a businessman who is engaged in sugar and tea business. His main business is to send sugar and black tea produced in Xifan Port to Triumph City and ports controlled by the Southern Legion, and occasionally play a guest appearance as a slave merchant.
According to the original plan, his fleet should set off to the Southern Legion in the southmost side of the Great Desert in the morning, and then detour to the western part of the Central Continent, bringing the best tea and sugar cube back to the port of Triumph City.
However, the plan cannot keep up with the changes.
Just yesterday, a news released from the Governor's Office made the Willant merchants in Xifan Port boil!
The Legion's expedition to Haiya Province ended, and a large amount of equipment stranded on the front line was sold at a discount!
As long as you spend 10,000 dinars to purchase a voucher from the Governor's Office and pay a certain amount of deposit, you can pack and transport away the treasures piled up in Haiya Province!
The only requirement of the Governor General of Xifan Port is that these arms purchased through certificates must be transported back to Xifan Port!
And the target for sale must be Xifan Port Weapon Reserve Bureau or Empire!
Although this condition means that the selling price will be suppressed to a certain extent, it still cannot stop the enthusiasm of the Willant merchants in Xifan Port.
After all, the price of less than 10,000 dinars per ton is so delicious, it’s just a waste of money!
They have been doing business for so many years and have never seen arms sold by weight!
Even if the good things are picked up by someone and only some bullets are left, it will be more than 50% of the profit.
And if you can buy the Conqueror Tank of the Eastern Legion, your profit will have to double!
Of course, Yarman would not miss such a profitable deal.Although he has no way to deal in arms, does this kind of closed-eye transaction require any way?
What's more, if it really doesn't work, it can be sold to the Weapon Reserve Bureau of Xifan Port, so it's not afraid of being hit on its hands.
Praise His Majesty the US dollar!
Praise Governor Huye!
This is almost obvious. The Governor’s Office of Xifan Port has sent them a New Year’s gift!
However, by chance, it was obvious that Yarmann was not the only one who thought about this.
The entire Xifan Port was like crazy, with berths at piers filled with berths.
The workers on the dock had just filled the boat with their front legs, and they didn't even have time to chew on dry food. They were immediately urged by supervisors to unload it into the warehouse. They were a little slower and beaten.
But even so, in the face of the vigorous loading and unloading demand, the coolies' lives still seem to be a drop in the bucket.
It’s also a big blame for the slaves themselves. After all, they are too hard and too cheap, so that the port of Xifan Port does not use electrified loading and unloading equipment at all.
If you encounter such a peak demand, you can only force yourself again.
Because there were too many ships in a hurry to unload the goods, the port office and labor agency had to mobilize another group of slaves and serfs to come to the nearby manors and plantations.
Looking at the busy dock, the bearded captain said frowningly.
At this speed, I'm afraid we will have to set off tomorrow morning.
Yarman said without saying anything.
Too slow, we have to go on the road today anyway!
The captain's brow jumped hard and looked at him with a wry smile.
I understand your rush to get rich, but...you also have to consider the reality.
actual?Yarman lowered his sleeves and looked at the captain with a sharp look. I'll tell you what reality is!Boxes of arms piled up in Haiya Province, and they were also weapons of regular troops!The group of waste in the east has never been so generous!The merchant ships on the entire route were running there, and if we were too late, we wouldn't even drink soup!
Faced with the aggressive gaze, the captain swallowed.
OK, even if these coolies can unload the goods before dark, are we going on an empty boat?
That's right, just go on an empty boat!Yarman interrupted him without hesitation and continued with an excited expression, "We don't need to bring anything except supplies!"There is no time to let us hesitate and wander over. We are not doing business, we are going to pick up money!Do you understand how to pick up money?
As he said this, Yarman calmed down and patted his captain on the shoulder.
As I said, you will be inseparable from this transaction... I can assure you that the business that belongs to you is at least 1 million dinars!
Hearing the generous reward, the captain subconsciously held his breath and unconsciously pointed his neck down.
good……
One million dinars!
The ransom for the leader is not that high!
Compared with this property, going home for the New Year or something is not worth mentioning at all.
Watching the captain leave, Yarman continued to look at the foreman of the Lion tribe who was standing aside, and the gentle smile as gentle as spring breeze immediately collapsed.
How long will it take to evacuate my fleet?
Facing the urging of the Willant master in front of him, Najib said with a smile while wiping the sweat on his forehead.
I asked the supervisors to urge them again and try to get ahead of tomorrow
Try to do what you can?
Yarman raised his eyebrows, stared at him tightly, and said word by word, "I don't care what method you use, I must unload all the goods before dark!"
When Najib heard this, the sweat that had just been wiped suddenly emerged from his forehead.
It's just three hours before it gets dark
That's your business.Yarman didn't even look at him, and said coldly, "The maximum grace is until eight o'clock in the evening. If you can't do it, I can only talk to your boss or my partner."
Hearing this sentence, Najib felt a faint chill on his back.
Although he is a member of the Lion tribe, he is just a civilian, and he is not a big deal compared to those big names with titles.
Therefore, even though this requirement sounded a little difficult, he could only grit his teeth and said with a tough bullet.
I'll find some more people...
Go.
Yarman waved impatiently and drove the guy away like a fly.
As it turns out, it is still effective to urge it.
Under the desperate urging of the supervisors, the slaves put all their strength into vacancies and even evacuated the last two ships before the sun sank into the sea level.
Naji was eagerly preparing to seek credit from Lord Yarman, but was blocked by the crowd in front of the dock.
I saw a group of coolies forming a circle on the narrow pier, with a skinny guy lying on the ground, foaming at his mouth.
This guy is so thin, and his skin is dark and red by the sun, like a smoked sausage.
Naji pushed and squeezed into the middle of the crowd, kicked the guy on the ground, and saw that he was no longer moving, he looked at the dock workers next to him and asked.
What's wrong with this guy?
A tall and thin man said with his head down.
His name is Orissa
Before he could finish his words, he was whipped on his forehead and staggered back a few steps. Fortunately, the coworker next to him held his arm and did not let him fall into the sea.
Blood oozed out from the flesh that was flipped, covering his eyes and half of his face, and it was shocking to look at it.
The man seemed to be stunned, touched his forehead, and stood there in a daze and couldn't come back to his senses.
Who cares what he calls him? Drag him off the dock!Oh shit!Don’t you know how busy you are today!Don't be so stupid here!Naji yelled in a swearing manner, and pointed at the whip in his hand, and drank all the workers around him.
The crowds blocked in front of the pier finally dispersed, and the port returned to its usual busyness.
After taking a look at the wooden box that had sunk into the sea, Najib's mouth twitched in pain.
What a pity that good tea...
A pack can match his half-month salary.
Fortunately, he didn't need to compensate for the lost goods. These big men had long expected the clumsy of these gangs of rough people, and the losses of one or two boxes of goods were within an acceptable range.
Otherwise, even if you sell him, you won't be able to pay for it...
The scolded laborer carried the man named Odisa to the labor registration office. This is a routine procedure. The dead people have to cross out their names, otherwise they will be considered escaped slaves and the whole family will suffer.
The staff of the registry checked the list, but found that this guy was not a slave at all, but a free man.
Of course, he was just surprised.
After all, free people without land may not live more comfortable than slaves.
Especially if there is a family in the former that wants to raise, it may be full of dirt.
Is there any family here?
Everyone looked at each other and shook their heads, saying that they didn't know where this pity guy lives.
The staff were too lazy to bother to worry. When they heard that there were no relatives here, they put the registration book in their hands.
Let his family come.
A worker couldn't bear it and asked humbly.
...What should I do with this person?
The staff member rolled his eyes.
Even if you die, you can find a place to bury it, but you can survive.
He continued to urge as he said that.
Move out quickly and don't stop here.
The two guards stared at this side, and the laborers who carried Odisa here could only carry the bodies out again.
A group of people stood in a daze on the street and didn't know where to go. They thought for a few words whether to go to find his family first or find a place to bury it first.
Anyway, people have to bury them in the end. Isn’t the red clay in the suburbs just prepared for this?
Everyone sympathized with Odisha's experience, and couldn't help but be surprised that this old guy who didn't say anything on weekdays was a free man who had already redeemed himself.
No wonder he worked so hard!
Some people showed envious expressions on their faces.
After all, he died as a slave, but nothing was there.However, when the free people die, their families can get at least one compensation.
Although 800 dinars are not much, they are already a huge sum of money.
This is one of the few benefits the Willant people have won for them.
However, although some people envy it, some people look at the direction of the port with hatred.
Most of these people were converts to the Silver Moon Sect.
Most of them were listeners of the Silver Gospel, and most of them had heard of the Awakened Boer, translated and recited by the pastor of Silver Moon Bay.
That was their enlightenment reading for literacy.
Although they had never been to the Rock City, they clearly remembered how the people there did it.
Perhaps because of his extreme anger, a flame finally emerged from the suppressed silence.
Look, this is the so-called "free people"...
A hoarse voice floated out of the crowd and a tall and thin man walked out.
He was the one who had been whipped on the dock before.
The shocking scar was printed on his forehead, dyeing the white gauze red.
Looking at the hideous appearance, people couldn't help but take two steps back, with a look of fear on their faces.
The man did not stop, and his hoarse voice gradually became hysterical, completely releasing the anger in his chest.
They took everything from us and labeled it!One thousand, ten thousand, one hundred thousand... Xilan coins or dinars, go and buy them!Use our blood and sweat to buy things that belong to us!Go and achieve their greatness and wisdom!
Then… when we finally bought back what originally belonged to us, and when they finally squeezed out the last drop of our blood, we could lie in the red clay like Odisa.
There was silent around.
The desperate fate was so depressing.
If in the end there is nothing left to mourn, then what's the point of working hard to death?
What free people...
That fat bait was a scam from the beginning!
Perhaps it was the silence of the people that gave him the courage to continue speaking. He tightened his fists and questioned the souls of the people watching around him.
tell me!Why do we buy things that belong to us?
But what can we do...
A depressed complaint finally came from the crowd, breaking the silent silence.
Looking at the restless crowd, the man did not retreat, but instead shouted in a hot heart.
What can I do!Boer has told us what to do!We must unite!
Then what?
This time he didn't speak because someone in the crowd called out for him.
Is this still necessary to ask!Of course, it is to regain what belongs to us!
Angry roars came one after another, and the emotions of revenge were superimposed in the contagion.
The number of people gathered more and more, the fear was dull, and the thousand pillars that sealed their courage seemed to disappear.
Even the most timid person, an angry expression appeared on his face at this moment
And hatred!
This matter is not over!
That's right!
Odisa can't die in vain!
They have to pay the price!
The sound of talking louder and louder finally attracted the guards of the port area.
Although these guards rarely enter the slums outside the port area to enforce the law, it is a special period after all. There are people everywhere in the entire dock, so how can so many people be allowed to gather here to make fun of it?
The foreman Najib was leading the guard, holding the whip he had used tightly in his hand and shouting at the laborers who had gathered together.
What are you doing here!It takes so long to carry someone?Why don’t you get back to work quickly!
Everyone was in a state of emotion, and someone in the crowd shouted.
We'll stop doing it!
Stop doing it?Oh!It's against you!Najib's eyebrows stood up, and the whip in his hand slammed up, but he didn't suck the guy who was making fun of it. Instead, he randomly caught a passerby watching the fun and even blew the man's eyes.
I saw people kneeling down with pain, covering their eyes and bleeding all over the ground.
Seeing the blood, the crowd was in an uproar. Thousands of people gathered on the road and shouted to surround Najib.
Never seen this scene before, Najib was shocked and couldn't help but take a step back.
But he soon realized that he was too scared.
There was only a bang of gunshot from behind, and the guard holding the Ripper's rifle did not say a word of nonsense and fired several shots in the sky.
Papa!
The gunshot sounded like cold water poured on a soldering iron, and with a sizzling sound, it wiped out the hot emotions.
This is not the Big Rock City after all.
Boer is not a member of the Bharat Province.
The people who were excited the previous second showed fear on their faces and fled in all directions. In a moment, the streets were scattered.
Naji was also stunned for a moment, then smiled and looked at the commander behind him with a high nose.
Hehe... Sir, I said that these guys are as timid as mice and cannot cause any big deal.
The Willant police officer glanced at him contemptuously and shot the rifle silently.
He was from the Southern Legion and had been a colonial guard for more than ten years. He had suppressed the violent holes at least two or three times. The most intense time he forced them to move out all the 902mm heavy artillery.
The situation here is indeed rare. Once the gunshot sounds, a person will end before he dies.
Of course he was very satisfied.
but
It also made him look down on him a little.
……
The night at Xifan Port gradually deepened, and the evening breeze blowing from the sea to the port was a little cold.
The riots at the door of the Labor Registration Office did not affect the busyness here at all.
The dock is still busy, and the glittering windows are still magnificent.
That sentence we quit, it's like a joke.
I can only try the passerby who was exposed to his attention, and I can't find anyone to tell me about the wrongs.
Finally made all preparations to set off, Yarman, standing in the port, was saying goodbye to his family reluctantly.
...It's birthday soon, so you can't wait until the festival is over before going there.The little girl in a floral dress raised her mouth slightly, and her dark brown hair was tied with a princess braid, just like a real princess.
The second weekend of January is the birthday of the Willant people, which is more important than the New Year.
It is said that it was the day they were born, and it was the beginning of all glory and legend.
It is precisely because of this that no matter how busy things are, the Willant people will choose to bring out this day and stay with their families.
Yarman had planned so too, and even planned to go back to Triumph City to attend the birthday celebration.
But unfortunately, the big names in Triumph City have given too many...
Yarman touched his daughter's head and said with a doting look on his face.
Be good, wait for dad to come back to bring you a gift.
Um... Ruby pouted reluctantly and said, "Your taste is so unique, how can you give your daughter a mutant head specimen."
Ha ha!Feel sorry!It’s because my father is not considerate!
Yarman smiled and picked up his cute daughter, which made the latter giggle, and walked around the air for several times before putting it back on the ground.
He gently scraped his daughter's nose and continued in a doting tone.
So what gift do I want for Ruby cute?
Ruby's eyes shone brightly and she said immediately.
I want to go and play with my sister An Suya!
Ansuya is the daughter of Count Sharma.
The latter is a well-known nobleman in Shizhou. Not only does it have a plantation of tens of thousands of acres in the remote suburbs of Xifan Port, but it also has an extremely wide social circle in Tiandu, and is also a partner in Yarman's business.
Every time he talks about business, Yarman will bring his daughter with him.
Ruby didn't know how big the manor of Ansuya's family was, and she didn't care much, but she was impressed by the maze-like garden.
Every time she goes there with her father, she will pull An Suya to play hide-and-seek with other children in the manor.
Hearing such a simple request, Yarman touched his daughter's head pamperedly.
good!When I come back, Dad will take you there!
He paused and said with a smile.
Of course, Dad still has to bring the gift... My cute Ruby stays at home and looks forward to it!
Speaking of which, when the trip is over, he happened to contact Earl Sharma to see if he could use some power to make this batch of goods worth the money.
Then I'll take my daughter to bother that guy.
Come back soon!
The little girl stood on tiptoe and kissed him on the cheek, then ran back to her mother.
He patted his daughter's hand gently, and Margaret looked at her husband affectionately, with a charming smile on her face.
Be careful on the road.
rest assured!This is not the first time I've been on this route!Wait for my good news!
Give his wife a kiss, Yarman grinned and stood back on the dock with his suitcase.
See you next month!Wait for me!
After saying that, he followed his captain and his men onto the deck in three steps, and gradually moved away with the elongated whistle.
At the same time, a mother and daughter came to the door of the labor registration office less than 500 meters away from the pier.
Since the dock does not recruit female workers, few women will appear here.
Unless it is a situation...
People unconsciously made way. The hunched woman said thank you while holding the little girl's hand tightly and hurried to the counter.
The staff on duty had already gotten off work. This time, a young man with his hair combed was sitting here, eating melon seeds while talking and laughing with his colleagues next to him.
Many young nobles who are not as good as the best and the best like to put their children here to work.
After all, the sky is too far for them, but the Willant people in the Port District are right in front of them.
Especially in the labor registry positions, they often deal with Willant people.
If you can get the appreciation of the Willant people, it would be equivalent to reaching the sky in one step!
The little girl tiptoed, poked her head out from under the counter, and said in front of her mother.
Where is my dad?
Hearing the timid voice, the young man smiled and turned his head over and asked.
Your dad?Who is your dad?
The little girl continued.
Odisha… He was sunburned very dark, and the pastor of the Moon Church said his lungs were not very good and he always coughed.
Worried that the staff member didn't know what his father looked like, she tried hard to gesture at his portrait with her hands.
However, because the description is too abstract, the only function is to make the young man sitting behind the counter more and more impatient.
Sorry... I'm disturbing you.
The hunched woman was much more silent. She first pulled her daughter and told her not to talk too much. Then she found a wrinkled paper coupon and hurriedly placed it on the table.
That is the proof of identity.
Her husband earned it with a sick life, and it was the only thing that proved that they had no master.
Seeing this document, the impatience on the young man's face eased a little. He looked up the roster and searched it according to the name on the document. Sure enough, he found the name Odisa.
It is a laborer who registered here last month.
This name sounds a bit familiar...oh, it's the one I just sent it!
The colleague sitting next to him thought about it, then smiled and pulled open the drawer, took out a wallet that had been wrapped in advance and threw it on the counter.
I was just talking about this to you!It's the old guy who exhausted me...
Hearing the clang sound, the mother and daughter were stunned, and the sound in their ears was buzzing.
The hunchbacked woman's lips moved, and finally she silently put away the bag of money and saved it tightly in her hand.
At that moment, her body seemed to shrink even smaller.
Not wanting to stay here for a second, she hurriedly left the counter with her daughter's hand, escaped from the suffocating atmosphere, and went to the street outside.
The evening style blown from the port area is cool.
Looking at his mother with his black eyes, the girl asked in a low voice.
Where is Dad...
On weekdays, her mother always responded that she didn't say anything this time, but just speeded up and pulled her towards home. Her slightly trembling shoulders seemed to be suppressing something.
It seemed as if I finally understood where my father had gone. The little girl lowered her head and stopped saying a word, but she didn't cry, but just held her mother's calloused hands tightly.
My father always hoped that she would become sensible sooner, and she was always confused about what it was to be sensible, but now she seemed to finally understand a little.
She also has two younger brothers who are much younger than her.
She has to learn to be strong.
The mother and daughter passed by the Yinyue Church, like a drop of water falling before the storm, quietly blending into the silent night.
Standing at the shabby church door, Melgio looked at the injured workers and sighed softly, and worked with other pastors to help these people bandage the wounds.
He wants to help these pity people.
But he was worried about whether he had harmed them.
The Silver Moon Goddess is on... Please bless your believers to save them from misfortune and disaster.
Please also protect me and don’t make regretful mistakes...
His index finger touched Yin Yue hanging on his chest, and he chanted softly in his mouth, praying devoutly in his heart.
He always had an unknown premonition.
Something big is going to happen in Xifan Port...
A bunch of useless things!
Haven't eaten yet?
The dock was reverberated with the supervisor's rude roar and the sound of whipping whips.
The workers carrying boxes were like donkeys walking upright, working hard between the deck of the cargo ship and the dock warehouse.
Not to mention the salary of eight silver coins per hour and eating in the same pot, even stopping here to rest for a while is a luxury. If you want to go to the bathroom and drink water, you have to plead with the supervisor.
This is Xifan Port.
That is what players joke about Xigang.
Here, a healthy slave only costs 1,000 dinars.
Even if the population is already cheaper, businessmen from Triumph City still prefer to rent.
In the eastern part of Zhongzhou Continent, many survivors have a fantasy of distance and beauty about the Legion, believing that the Legion is actually very law-abiding.
However, in fact, it was just because they had contact with too few Willant people and did not understand the nature of these guys.
Every old resident of the fallen city knows very well what the Willant people looked like when they first came to the Valley to save, and what they looked like after being beaten and hurt.
The reason why they acted so obediently in the eastern part of the Central continent was just because they were beaten.
If it were Xifan Port, which was far beyond the league's power projection range, they would not even be able to perform.
But what is interesting is that even though they are already working hard to exploit the local people, they are still a little bit smaller than the local nobles of the Bharat Province.
So much so that when General McClass passed by, he couldn't help but sigh that he was still too kind when he was traveling to the River Valley Province and did not squeeze out the potential of local survivors at all.
The residents living in the local area are mainly Willant people, followed by merchants from places such as Silver Moon Bay, as well as local nobles and some free people in the Bharat Province.
Since the slave trade was not prohibited in the local area, after the fall of King Gallen Port, some of the nobles of Rowell moved here.
As for the players, they are almost invisible here.
After all, there is neither an airport nor a save point opened by the boss. It takes more than ten or twenty days to come here from the port of the alliance to float on the sea, and more than ten or twenty days to go back.
If you die here once, not only will the unarchived experience value be cleared, but the equipment and property are also completely explosive, and the risk and return are completely inconsistent!
However, although this place is a useless place for players, it has a completely different meaning for the Willant.
Since the civil servants of Triumph City borrowed the territory from the empire, they brought clean streets, beautiful houses and bright street lights here.
Bennot and other civil servants had high expectations for the local development prospects.
Even though the nobles of the empire were already pedantic and stubborn, no one could refuse the decent life of civilized people.
They can influence the nobles of Shizhou through the surplus life of Xifan Port, and then influence the nobles of Tiandu through the nobles of Shizhou.
They didn't expect to educate the guys here to be too civilized, nor were they interested in charity, but they needed an allies who were deterrent enough to share the pressure from the alliance for them.
On the harbor paved with sand and gravel bricks.
A bearded Willant looked at the diamond-set pocket watch in his hand frequently, his face full of anxiety.
His name is Yarman, a businessman who is engaged in sugar and tea business. His main business is to send sugar and black tea produced in Xifan Port to Triumph City and ports controlled by the Southern Legion, and occasionally play a guest appearance as a slave merchant.
According to the original plan, his fleet should set off to the Southern Legion in the southmost side of the Great Desert in the morning, and then detour to the western part of the Central Continent, bringing the best tea and sugar cube back to the port of Triumph City.
However, the plan cannot keep up with the changes.
Just yesterday, a news released from the Governor's Office made the Willant merchants in Xifan Port boil!
The Legion's expedition to Haiya Province ended, and a large amount of equipment stranded on the front line was sold at a discount!
As long as you spend 10,000 dinars to purchase a voucher from the Governor's Office and pay a certain amount of deposit, you can pack and transport away the treasures piled up in Haiya Province!
The only requirement of the Governor General of Xifan Port is that these arms purchased through certificates must be transported back to Xifan Port!
And the target for sale must be Xifan Port Weapon Reserve Bureau or Empire!
Although this condition means that the selling price will be suppressed to a certain extent, it still cannot stop the enthusiasm of the Willant merchants in Xifan Port.
After all, the price of less than 10,000 dinars per ton is so delicious, it’s just a waste of money!
They have been doing business for so many years and have never seen arms sold by weight!
Even if the good things are picked up by someone and only some bullets are left, it will be more than 50% of the profit.
And if you can buy the Conqueror Tank of the Eastern Legion, your profit will have to double!
Of course, Yarman would not miss such a profitable deal.Although he has no way to deal in arms, does this kind of closed-eye transaction require any way?
What's more, if it really doesn't work, it can be sold to the Weapon Reserve Bureau of Xifan Port, so it's not afraid of being hit on its hands.
Praise His Majesty the US dollar!
Praise Governor Huye!
This is almost obvious. The Governor’s Office of Xifan Port has sent them a New Year’s gift!
However, by chance, it was obvious that Yarmann was not the only one who thought about this.
The entire Xifan Port was like crazy, with berths at piers filled with berths.
The workers on the dock had just filled the boat with their front legs, and they didn't even have time to chew on dry food. They were immediately urged by supervisors to unload it into the warehouse. They were a little slower and beaten.
But even so, in the face of the vigorous loading and unloading demand, the coolies' lives still seem to be a drop in the bucket.
It’s also a big blame for the slaves themselves. After all, they are too hard and too cheap, so that the port of Xifan Port does not use electrified loading and unloading equipment at all.
If you encounter such a peak demand, you can only force yourself again.
Because there were too many ships in a hurry to unload the goods, the port office and labor agency had to mobilize another group of slaves and serfs to come to the nearby manors and plantations.
Looking at the busy dock, the bearded captain said frowningly.
At this speed, I'm afraid we will have to set off tomorrow morning.
Yarman said without saying anything.
Too slow, we have to go on the road today anyway!
The captain's brow jumped hard and looked at him with a wry smile.
I understand your rush to get rich, but...you also have to consider the reality.
actual?Yarman lowered his sleeves and looked at the captain with a sharp look. I'll tell you what reality is!Boxes of arms piled up in Haiya Province, and they were also weapons of regular troops!The group of waste in the east has never been so generous!The merchant ships on the entire route were running there, and if we were too late, we wouldn't even drink soup!
Faced with the aggressive gaze, the captain swallowed.
OK, even if these coolies can unload the goods before dark, are we going on an empty boat?
That's right, just go on an empty boat!Yarman interrupted him without hesitation and continued with an excited expression, "We don't need to bring anything except supplies!"There is no time to let us hesitate and wander over. We are not doing business, we are going to pick up money!Do you understand how to pick up money?
As he said this, Yarman calmed down and patted his captain on the shoulder.
As I said, you will be inseparable from this transaction... I can assure you that the business that belongs to you is at least 1 million dinars!
Hearing the generous reward, the captain subconsciously held his breath and unconsciously pointed his neck down.
good……
One million dinars!
The ransom for the leader is not that high!
Compared with this property, going home for the New Year or something is not worth mentioning at all.
Watching the captain leave, Yarman continued to look at the foreman of the Lion tribe who was standing aside, and the gentle smile as gentle as spring breeze immediately collapsed.
How long will it take to evacuate my fleet?
Facing the urging of the Willant master in front of him, Najib said with a smile while wiping the sweat on his forehead.
I asked the supervisors to urge them again and try to get ahead of tomorrow
Try to do what you can?
Yarman raised his eyebrows, stared at him tightly, and said word by word, "I don't care what method you use, I must unload all the goods before dark!"
When Najib heard this, the sweat that had just been wiped suddenly emerged from his forehead.
It's just three hours before it gets dark
That's your business.Yarman didn't even look at him, and said coldly, "The maximum grace is until eight o'clock in the evening. If you can't do it, I can only talk to your boss or my partner."
Hearing this sentence, Najib felt a faint chill on his back.
Although he is a member of the Lion tribe, he is just a civilian, and he is not a big deal compared to those big names with titles.
Therefore, even though this requirement sounded a little difficult, he could only grit his teeth and said with a tough bullet.
I'll find some more people...
Go.
Yarman waved impatiently and drove the guy away like a fly.
As it turns out, it is still effective to urge it.
Under the desperate urging of the supervisors, the slaves put all their strength into vacancies and even evacuated the last two ships before the sun sank into the sea level.
Naji was eagerly preparing to seek credit from Lord Yarman, but was blocked by the crowd in front of the dock.
I saw a group of coolies forming a circle on the narrow pier, with a skinny guy lying on the ground, foaming at his mouth.
This guy is so thin, and his skin is dark and red by the sun, like a smoked sausage.
Naji pushed and squeezed into the middle of the crowd, kicked the guy on the ground, and saw that he was no longer moving, he looked at the dock workers next to him and asked.
What's wrong with this guy?
A tall and thin man said with his head down.
His name is Orissa
Before he could finish his words, he was whipped on his forehead and staggered back a few steps. Fortunately, the coworker next to him held his arm and did not let him fall into the sea.
Blood oozed out from the flesh that was flipped, covering his eyes and half of his face, and it was shocking to look at it.
The man seemed to be stunned, touched his forehead, and stood there in a daze and couldn't come back to his senses.
Who cares what he calls him? Drag him off the dock!Oh shit!Don’t you know how busy you are today!Don't be so stupid here!Naji yelled in a swearing manner, and pointed at the whip in his hand, and drank all the workers around him.
The crowds blocked in front of the pier finally dispersed, and the port returned to its usual busyness.
After taking a look at the wooden box that had sunk into the sea, Najib's mouth twitched in pain.
What a pity that good tea...
A pack can match his half-month salary.
Fortunately, he didn't need to compensate for the lost goods. These big men had long expected the clumsy of these gangs of rough people, and the losses of one or two boxes of goods were within an acceptable range.
Otherwise, even if you sell him, you won't be able to pay for it...
The scolded laborer carried the man named Odisa to the labor registration office. This is a routine procedure. The dead people have to cross out their names, otherwise they will be considered escaped slaves and the whole family will suffer.
The staff of the registry checked the list, but found that this guy was not a slave at all, but a free man.
Of course, he was just surprised.
After all, free people without land may not live more comfortable than slaves.
Especially if there is a family in the former that wants to raise, it may be full of dirt.
Is there any family here?
Everyone looked at each other and shook their heads, saying that they didn't know where this pity guy lives.
The staff were too lazy to bother to worry. When they heard that there were no relatives here, they put the registration book in their hands.
Let his family come.
A worker couldn't bear it and asked humbly.
...What should I do with this person?
The staff member rolled his eyes.
Even if you die, you can find a place to bury it, but you can survive.
He continued to urge as he said that.
Move out quickly and don't stop here.
The two guards stared at this side, and the laborers who carried Odisa here could only carry the bodies out again.
A group of people stood in a daze on the street and didn't know where to go. They thought for a few words whether to go to find his family first or find a place to bury it first.
Anyway, people have to bury them in the end. Isn’t the red clay in the suburbs just prepared for this?
Everyone sympathized with Odisha's experience, and couldn't help but be surprised that this old guy who didn't say anything on weekdays was a free man who had already redeemed himself.
No wonder he worked so hard!
Some people showed envious expressions on their faces.
After all, he died as a slave, but nothing was there.However, when the free people die, their families can get at least one compensation.
Although 800 dinars are not much, they are already a huge sum of money.
This is one of the few benefits the Willant people have won for them.
However, although some people envy it, some people look at the direction of the port with hatred.
Most of these people were converts to the Silver Moon Sect.
Most of them were listeners of the Silver Gospel, and most of them had heard of the Awakened Boer, translated and recited by the pastor of Silver Moon Bay.
That was their enlightenment reading for literacy.
Although they had never been to the Rock City, they clearly remembered how the people there did it.
Perhaps because of his extreme anger, a flame finally emerged from the suppressed silence.
Look, this is the so-called "free people"...
A hoarse voice floated out of the crowd and a tall and thin man walked out.
He was the one who had been whipped on the dock before.
The shocking scar was printed on his forehead, dyeing the white gauze red.
Looking at the hideous appearance, people couldn't help but take two steps back, with a look of fear on their faces.
The man did not stop, and his hoarse voice gradually became hysterical, completely releasing the anger in his chest.
They took everything from us and labeled it!One thousand, ten thousand, one hundred thousand... Xilan coins or dinars, go and buy them!Use our blood and sweat to buy things that belong to us!Go and achieve their greatness and wisdom!
Then… when we finally bought back what originally belonged to us, and when they finally squeezed out the last drop of our blood, we could lie in the red clay like Odisa.
There was silent around.
The desperate fate was so depressing.
If in the end there is nothing left to mourn, then what's the point of working hard to death?
What free people...
That fat bait was a scam from the beginning!
Perhaps it was the silence of the people that gave him the courage to continue speaking. He tightened his fists and questioned the souls of the people watching around him.
tell me!Why do we buy things that belong to us?
But what can we do...
A depressed complaint finally came from the crowd, breaking the silent silence.
Looking at the restless crowd, the man did not retreat, but instead shouted in a hot heart.
What can I do!Boer has told us what to do!We must unite!
Then what?
This time he didn't speak because someone in the crowd called out for him.
Is this still necessary to ask!Of course, it is to regain what belongs to us!
Angry roars came one after another, and the emotions of revenge were superimposed in the contagion.
The number of people gathered more and more, the fear was dull, and the thousand pillars that sealed their courage seemed to disappear.
Even the most timid person, an angry expression appeared on his face at this moment
And hatred!
This matter is not over!
That's right!
Odisa can't die in vain!
They have to pay the price!
The sound of talking louder and louder finally attracted the guards of the port area.
Although these guards rarely enter the slums outside the port area to enforce the law, it is a special period after all. There are people everywhere in the entire dock, so how can so many people be allowed to gather here to make fun of it?
The foreman Najib was leading the guard, holding the whip he had used tightly in his hand and shouting at the laborers who had gathered together.
What are you doing here!It takes so long to carry someone?Why don’t you get back to work quickly!
Everyone was in a state of emotion, and someone in the crowd shouted.
We'll stop doing it!
Stop doing it?Oh!It's against you!Najib's eyebrows stood up, and the whip in his hand slammed up, but he didn't suck the guy who was making fun of it. Instead, he randomly caught a passerby watching the fun and even blew the man's eyes.
I saw people kneeling down with pain, covering their eyes and bleeding all over the ground.
Seeing the blood, the crowd was in an uproar. Thousands of people gathered on the road and shouted to surround Najib.
Never seen this scene before, Najib was shocked and couldn't help but take a step back.
But he soon realized that he was too scared.
There was only a bang of gunshot from behind, and the guard holding the Ripper's rifle did not say a word of nonsense and fired several shots in the sky.
Papa!
The gunshot sounded like cold water poured on a soldering iron, and with a sizzling sound, it wiped out the hot emotions.
This is not the Big Rock City after all.
Boer is not a member of the Bharat Province.
The people who were excited the previous second showed fear on their faces and fled in all directions. In a moment, the streets were scattered.
Naji was also stunned for a moment, then smiled and looked at the commander behind him with a high nose.
Hehe... Sir, I said that these guys are as timid as mice and cannot cause any big deal.
The Willant police officer glanced at him contemptuously and shot the rifle silently.
He was from the Southern Legion and had been a colonial guard for more than ten years. He had suppressed the violent holes at least two or three times. The most intense time he forced them to move out all the 902mm heavy artillery.
The situation here is indeed rare. Once the gunshot sounds, a person will end before he dies.
Of course he was very satisfied.
but
It also made him look down on him a little.
……
The night at Xifan Port gradually deepened, and the evening breeze blowing from the sea to the port was a little cold.
The riots at the door of the Labor Registration Office did not affect the busyness here at all.
The dock is still busy, and the glittering windows are still magnificent.
That sentence we quit, it's like a joke.
I can only try the passerby who was exposed to his attention, and I can't find anyone to tell me about the wrongs.
Finally made all preparations to set off, Yarman, standing in the port, was saying goodbye to his family reluctantly.
...It's birthday soon, so you can't wait until the festival is over before going there.The little girl in a floral dress raised her mouth slightly, and her dark brown hair was tied with a princess braid, just like a real princess.
The second weekend of January is the birthday of the Willant people, which is more important than the New Year.
It is said that it was the day they were born, and it was the beginning of all glory and legend.
It is precisely because of this that no matter how busy things are, the Willant people will choose to bring out this day and stay with their families.
Yarman had planned so too, and even planned to go back to Triumph City to attend the birthday celebration.
But unfortunately, the big names in Triumph City have given too many...
Yarman touched his daughter's head and said with a doting look on his face.
Be good, wait for dad to come back to bring you a gift.
Um... Ruby pouted reluctantly and said, "Your taste is so unique, how can you give your daughter a mutant head specimen."
Ha ha!Feel sorry!It’s because my father is not considerate!
Yarman smiled and picked up his cute daughter, which made the latter giggle, and walked around the air for several times before putting it back on the ground.
He gently scraped his daughter's nose and continued in a doting tone.
So what gift do I want for Ruby cute?
Ruby's eyes shone brightly and she said immediately.
I want to go and play with my sister An Suya!
Ansuya is the daughter of Count Sharma.
The latter is a well-known nobleman in Shizhou. Not only does it have a plantation of tens of thousands of acres in the remote suburbs of Xifan Port, but it also has an extremely wide social circle in Tiandu, and is also a partner in Yarman's business.
Every time he talks about business, Yarman will bring his daughter with him.
Ruby didn't know how big the manor of Ansuya's family was, and she didn't care much, but she was impressed by the maze-like garden.
Every time she goes there with her father, she will pull An Suya to play hide-and-seek with other children in the manor.
Hearing such a simple request, Yarman touched his daughter's head pamperedly.
good!When I come back, Dad will take you there!
He paused and said with a smile.
Of course, Dad still has to bring the gift... My cute Ruby stays at home and looks forward to it!
Speaking of which, when the trip is over, he happened to contact Earl Sharma to see if he could use some power to make this batch of goods worth the money.
Then I'll take my daughter to bother that guy.
Come back soon!
The little girl stood on tiptoe and kissed him on the cheek, then ran back to her mother.
He patted his daughter's hand gently, and Margaret looked at her husband affectionately, with a charming smile on her face.
Be careful on the road.
rest assured!This is not the first time I've been on this route!Wait for my good news!
Give his wife a kiss, Yarman grinned and stood back on the dock with his suitcase.
See you next month!Wait for me!
After saying that, he followed his captain and his men onto the deck in three steps, and gradually moved away with the elongated whistle.
At the same time, a mother and daughter came to the door of the labor registration office less than 500 meters away from the pier.
Since the dock does not recruit female workers, few women will appear here.
Unless it is a situation...
People unconsciously made way. The hunched woman said thank you while holding the little girl's hand tightly and hurried to the counter.
The staff on duty had already gotten off work. This time, a young man with his hair combed was sitting here, eating melon seeds while talking and laughing with his colleagues next to him.
Many young nobles who are not as good as the best and the best like to put their children here to work.
After all, the sky is too far for them, but the Willant people in the Port District are right in front of them.
Especially in the labor registry positions, they often deal with Willant people.
If you can get the appreciation of the Willant people, it would be equivalent to reaching the sky in one step!
The little girl tiptoed, poked her head out from under the counter, and said in front of her mother.
Where is my dad?
Hearing the timid voice, the young man smiled and turned his head over and asked.
Your dad?Who is your dad?
The little girl continued.
Odisha… He was sunburned very dark, and the pastor of the Moon Church said his lungs were not very good and he always coughed.
Worried that the staff member didn't know what his father looked like, she tried hard to gesture at his portrait with her hands.
However, because the description is too abstract, the only function is to make the young man sitting behind the counter more and more impatient.
Sorry... I'm disturbing you.
The hunched woman was much more silent. She first pulled her daughter and told her not to talk too much. Then she found a wrinkled paper coupon and hurriedly placed it on the table.
That is the proof of identity.
Her husband earned it with a sick life, and it was the only thing that proved that they had no master.
Seeing this document, the impatience on the young man's face eased a little. He looked up the roster and searched it according to the name on the document. Sure enough, he found the name Odisa.
It is a laborer who registered here last month.
This name sounds a bit familiar...oh, it's the one I just sent it!
The colleague sitting next to him thought about it, then smiled and pulled open the drawer, took out a wallet that had been wrapped in advance and threw it on the counter.
I was just talking about this to you!It's the old guy who exhausted me...
Hearing the clang sound, the mother and daughter were stunned, and the sound in their ears was buzzing.
The hunchbacked woman's lips moved, and finally she silently put away the bag of money and saved it tightly in her hand.
At that moment, her body seemed to shrink even smaller.
Not wanting to stay here for a second, she hurriedly left the counter with her daughter's hand, escaped from the suffocating atmosphere, and went to the street outside.
The evening style blown from the port area is cool.
Looking at his mother with his black eyes, the girl asked in a low voice.
Where is Dad...
On weekdays, her mother always responded that she didn't say anything this time, but just speeded up and pulled her towards home. Her slightly trembling shoulders seemed to be suppressing something.
It seemed as if I finally understood where my father had gone. The little girl lowered her head and stopped saying a word, but she didn't cry, but just held her mother's calloused hands tightly.
My father always hoped that she would become sensible sooner, and she was always confused about what it was to be sensible, but now she seemed to finally understand a little.
She also has two younger brothers who are much younger than her.
She has to learn to be strong.
The mother and daughter passed by the Yinyue Church, like a drop of water falling before the storm, quietly blending into the silent night.
Standing at the shabby church door, Melgio looked at the injured workers and sighed softly, and worked with other pastors to help these people bandage the wounds.
He wants to help these pity people.
But he was worried about whether he had harmed them.
The Silver Moon Goddess is on... Please bless your believers to save them from misfortune and disaster.
Please also protect me and don’t make regretful mistakes...
His index finger touched Yin Yue hanging on his chest, and he chanted softly in his mouth, praying devoutly in his heart.
He always had an unknown premonition.
Something big is going to happen in Xifan Port...
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