After the immortal disappeared

This time it was like poking a hornet's nest. No one on either side was willing to do anything. You and I scolded each other with every word, and they beat each other vigorously with their fists.

As of the news, they have not decided the winner.

Tao Lin could only sigh: "Idiot!" Such a commotion would only make the people of the Ball Flower Gang more unstable.

No matter how the matter is resolved in the end, Tao Lin and Xu Zeshou's reputations will inevitably drop significantly.

Anyone with a discerning eye would know what was going on as soon as they saw the announced list. The two gang leaders looked very ugly.

But now the brothers may not be willing to tear up the agreement and go back to their old business.

Again, it’s so comfortable to sit and collect money. After tasting the sweetness, who is willing to give up such a big piece of cake and go back to work hard?

Now there was trouble. Tao Lin pressed his aching forehead. It's a small thing to suffer a secret loss and get some blood, but from now on, I'm afraid I'll be manipulated to death.

He was already alert enough to Yuheng City's "conspiracy".

But despite all precautions, the man surnamed He had left a trick to trick him.

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"We've arrived at Blade Port, it's time to disembark!"

There was no need for the crew to shout a second time, and the guests who had been trapped in the ship rushed to land.

Dong Rui jumped onto the trestle, taking a deep breath regardless of the salty and fishy sea breeze: "Oh my god, we are finally ashore! These legs are almost bow-legged!"

The two monkeys who came out next looked at him: What's wrong with bow legs?

Dong Rui thumped his lower back: "I'm not talking about you."

After living in the boat for two months, I couldn't straighten my waist and legs. If I didn't pay attention when I got up, I would hit my head.

Frustrated.

But when I feel depressed, I have nowhere to go, because there is only so much space on the boat, and the surroundings are surrounded by vast sea water.

He became darker and slimmer. As a frequent visitor to Lingxu City's wanted list, he has flown across the sky and escaped from the earth, but he has never been on the ocean before. The ship started bumping as soon as it left Baisha Bay, so bumpy that he almost vomited out his intestines.

After three or four days of sleeping, vomiting, and vomiting, Dong Rui felt that he had finally adapted to life on the ship, but little did he know that a hurricane was coming in an instant.

If the boss of the ship hadn't been clever and seized the opportunity to hide on the island to take shelter from the wind, the people and monsters on this ship would have been lost.

The sea was so windy and rough that even Aunt Zhu, a prehistoric monster, was unable to contend with it.

Fortunately, the ship finally arrived at its destination, Blade Port, and Dong Rui's heart fell back into his stomach.

Never go on a long voyage again in this life!

Two people appeared on the deck of the ship, smiling and waving to He Lingchuan and others: "Brother He, see you later!"

This is a guest who boarded the ship en route to Brochure. One of them was obsessed with sea fishing, but the fish he caught turned out to be highly poisonous, and the fish soup he made almost turned into Meng Po soup.

At the critical moment, Yao Yuan Lingguang took action and saved two people's lives.

After this incident, the two of them became good friends, or drinking buddies, with He Lingchuan.

After all, sailing on the sea is boring, so it is better to live in a dream. Drink and brag, and the time will pass.

Aunt Zhu occasionally joined the drinking party, but usually she kept silent and just sipped her wine silently.

He Lingchuan was generous and well-spoken, which impressed both of them.

However, separation and reunion in a sea of ​​people are just like the separation of two people, and they will eventually part ways even if they accompany you thousands of miles away. He Lingchuan and others disembarked at Blade Port, and the two of them had to continue their sea journey.

He Lingchuan smiled and said, "I'll leave my affairs to you two!"

"Brother He, I will definitely bring it to you!"

Both parties say goodbye.

Blade Harbor is very special. The shape of the bay is like a long knife, plunged into the sea. At a glance, everyone could see that there were small boats in the bay and large ships parked outside the bay. The berths were almost full and there were many ship masts.

The pier was bustling with people coming and going.

As everyone passed by the fishing port area, several fishing boats were unloading their cargo.

The dark-skinned coolies were bent over by the heavy cargo. There were skuas poking around every corner, trying to steal some small fish from the baskets. The broken shells thrown by the fishermen did not scare them away.

The sea is sparkling, boats are chasing the waves in the harbor, and gulls and herons are gliding on the pier. This picture looks beautiful from a distance, but you can't get close.

Once you get closer, the horrible stench hits your face, leaving you with nowhere to hide.

Seafood, seafood, the seafood landed here has been accumulated over the years, and even the sea breeze can't blow away the fishy smell.

When Dong Rui came here, he just frowned slightly. The smells he had smelled in the laboratory were all kinds of strange, and this was not the scariest thing.

Not to mention Aunt Zhu, she even thought it tasted good.

He Lingchuan often throws fragrant dumplings and is no stranger to this fishy smell.

Only Ding Zuodong and his wife, Qiu Hu and a group of Ronshan people almost lost their breath. They immediately covered their mouths and noses, showing pain on their faces.

The group of people gathered their true strength and fled from the fishing dock as fast as they could.

Blade Port is a busy port with a mixture of people of all kinds. As soon as he set foot on land, a kid bumped into Ding Zuodong's arms. When Qiu Hu pulled him away, his hands almost touched Ding Zuodong's broken silver bag.

There were several people around, looking at him eagerly.

Qiu Hu didn't want to cause trouble, so he threw the kid aside. When those guys saw that they knew each other, they walked back to the crowd and stopped showing their heads.

"Let's find an inn. I want to sleep on a bed that won't shake." Dong Rui sniffed his clothes, which smelled like everything.

Immediately, everyone found an inn behind the port with the brightest facade and brightest signboard, and rented a hotel room.

There are many business groups coming in and out of Blade Port, and they often rent the inn's courtyard. The single-door courtyard has a large space and can sleep twenty or thirty people. It also has a special warehouse, so people and goods live together.

After everyone had lived in the cramped cabin for two months, He Lingchuan thoughtfully ordered them to disperse. Those who wanted to eat should go to eat, those who wanted to sleep should go to sleep, and those who wanted to play should go have fun and relax.

He took a shower by himself, changed into clean clothes, and then dragged Qiu Hu to the port for a stroll.

This bay is larger than the Baisha Bay where they set out, and the climate is warmer, but the environmental hygiene is far inferior. There is salty and wet moisture everywhere. He Lingchuan and the two avoided the restaurants with bright signboards on the main street and walked all the way back.

The farther back you go, the smaller and older the house becomes. So many people can only place tables and chairs at the door.

When He Lingchuan saw them, he remembered his residence in Panlong City, squeezing and rubbing like this.

They followed the scent of oil caused by the old fire and found a small restaurant in the old street. The wooden sign here was half rotten and the words on it were blurred. He Lingchuan could only barely make out the words "Old Yao Xian... stall".

There are only four small tables in the store, and they are all full. The remaining guests sat on the threshold or simply ate from bowls.

There are no seats left, but Qiu Hu has a way.

He held a piece of broken silver in his hand and waved it around: "The guy at which table has finished his meal, so we can free up a seat?"

The two diners immediately stood up to take the money, chewing rice in their mouths, and holding thick bowls in their hands: "Sit down!"

He Lingchuan looked at the customers around him and saw that most of them were concentrating on the fried rice, so he said to the waiter in charge: "Here are two bowls of this."

The dark and fat landlady smiled and said, "The cold dishes here are also delicious, how about that?"

"Just come."

The proprietress turned around and brought over a few side dishes. In addition to a plate of pickled cucumbers, there were black vinegar stings and raw pickled drum shrimps.

The stings are clean, without any sand, and they taste crunchy and crispy when chewed; the drum shrimps are not marinated in good wine, but fortunately the shrimps are fresh and sweet enough, and He Lingchuan can easily finish two plates.

Soon, two large bowls of fried rice were served.

This was really packed in a bowl of sea, enough for He Lingchuan to bury his face in it.

Seeing Qiu Hu sitting motionless, he pointed at Qiu Hu's bowl and said, "Eat quickly."

Only then did Qiu Hu grab the chopsticks.

After tasting it, no wonder everyone ordered fried rice. Stir-fried over a long fire, dry, salty and fresh, and the mustard greens provide a little bitterness to finish, making it especially comfortable to eat on a hot day.

He Lingchuan picked up a small piece of diced meat and asked, "What is this?" It should be seafood, which is also the source of the umami flavor of the whole bowl of rice.

"Salted fish."

He Lingchuan suddenly realized. It turns out that the faded sign at the entrance of this small shop is called "Salted Fish Stall". The shop owner cuts the marinated salted fish into cubes and fry it until fragrant, then stir-fries it with rice.

This salted fish smells bad when pickled, but tastes delicious to the teeth.

But there are people making salted fish rice everywhere in Blade Port, and the old Yao family has its own ability to serve as a neighborhood canteen.

He Lingchuan ordered another piece of fried and skinned fish, and another piece of fried crab with ginger and scallion.

The store is very busy, but the proprietress loves to chat with others. He Lingchuan then asked her: "Sister, we are new here. Is this Blade Port under the jurisdiction of the Qing Kingdom?"

"Of course, the Qing Kingdom has a special Shipping Department here to manage ships, people and affairs. You have to pay money to it when entering or leaving ships. If you commit any crime, they will arrest you and put you in jail."

The customer next to me added: “We also charge money for goods entering the country, and it depends on what kind of goods they are!”

"I seem to have heard that this port was originally owned by the Bailie people?"

"Then you heard it's quite a long time ago." The landlady took away the dishes from the next table, "It was like this decades ago. Later, the Bailie people handed over the port to Qingguo."

"How can a golden rooster lay eggs without giving it to others?"

Blade Port is the largest deep-water port within two thousand miles east of Mou State. Countless cargo ships come in and out every day, and even the customs duties are collected. The key is that the money comes in very steadily.

According to the expired agreement in He Lingchuan's hands, Qingguo rented Blade Port from the Bailie people and only paid three thousand taels of rent per year.

Three thousand taels, which is just a fraction of Blade Port's income, right?

How could the Bailie people be willing to give up such a good property?

"Then who is willing to give up?" the landlady said quickly, "It seems that the Bailie people defeated the prince of Qing Dynasty and used this port to make amends."

A diner on the side said: "I heard that the Qing Kingdom directly sent troops to give this place to -" He stretched out his hand and made a circle, which meant to take it by force.

Anyway, Blade Port is now Qingguo’s territory.

The landlady looked at He Lingchuan and the two with curiosity in her eyes: "Where are you two from?"

"West side."

"Mo Guo? No, your clothes don't belong to Mou Guo." The landlady rubbed her chin, "Bejia?"

"Further west." He Lingchuan said with a smile, "I heard that trade is free here, and we want to look for business opportunities nearby. I wonder what the Bailie people's territory is like?"

The diner on the side said smoothly: "It's better to go to Qingguo."