But fortunately, it caught up with the good times.

At present, at the junction of Europe and Asia, a large number of West Asians and Eastern Europeans fled to the west, setting off a migration frenzy.

If you go to Central Europe, you can easily hire cheap labor, and as long as you give them a hundred silver coins, you will definitely follow them.

Because they have no choice, because of the influx of outsiders, the labor industry in Central and Western Europe has long been saturated, and the locals have been robbed of their jobs and turn a cold eye to outsiders, and if they can't find anything to do and make friends, their whole family will starve to death, so even if they are really trafficked overseas, they will have to sacrifice themselves to support their families.

In this situation, if this trip goes well, it will not be a problem to bring back tens of thousands of people.

If that wasn't enough, he would have to go to Africa, and unlike other navigators, Zheng Fei would treat blacks as laborers rather than slaves.

He has a bottom line for doing things

The fleet was offshore, just as it had been when they left the island, with people standing on the beach waving, some laughing, some reluctant.

Most of the laughing men are men, and after the captain is gone, they can pick up girls, and they can also be soaked before, but the success rate is low, and the girls often compare the rough ones with the captain, with a look of disgust.

Also, no one will care about it in the future, they can drink as much as they want, and they can play wherever they want, but they won't do anything too out of the ordinary, because they have made this place their home, and the rabbits don't eat the grass next to the nest, who will do things in their hometown?

And the group of natives, in addition to waving emotionally, there were tears shining in their bright eyes.

They are reluctant to give up Britney, far from the world, and their feelings are often more delicate and sincere than those of civilized society.

At least the tears were sincere.

Four large cargo ships, ten frigates, and dozens of white sails blown by the sea breeze drifted away amid the sound of people's farewells.

The sailors looked at the land until the little black dots disappeared from view, and their expressions were melancholy.

It wasn't the people on the shore who worried them, but the delicious venison and turkey, and they ate a bite of it

But floating on the sea, you can only eat some seafood such as shrimp and crab, which is full of umami, but eating too much makes people want to vomit.

Zheng Fei stood on the deck, soaking up the sun, quietly looking at the long-lost sea level, a shark showed its fins, he didn't order to catch it, the shark fin was too much to ventilate.

Santiago stole his rough sunglasses from the cockpit and put them on, bracing his arms on the railings and pretending to be handsome.

The sailors are very excited, they look forward to bringing a lot of silver coins to marry the girl they have always liked, or gather the villagers, set up a few tables of banquets, let everyone in the village know, buddy!

Zheng Fei waved at Santiago and smiled.

Santiago showed his white teeth, and his eyes behind the lenses showed a point of joy and gratitude.

If it weren't for Zheng Fei, he would probably still be at the Atlanta dock, moving containers during the day and doing his wrist-wrestling handle at the bar at night.

At that time, the inferior wine drunk was not to mention how much it was brewed, two copper cups, a silver coin could buy dozens of glasses, and now the wine drunk is all from the island, and the Portuguese nobles are treated the same, and they are nobles above the earl.

The sailors felt that they had reached the pinnacle of life, they were very satisfied, and they did not feel that they still needed to work hard to pursue anything, as long as they followed the captain, they would have a good life.

Not everyone has the self-confidence to climb the peak and the indomitable obsession.

[Speaking of which, let's say a few digressions~ My younger brother is ten years old this year, and he learned taekwondo this summer, because I am also a fighting enthusiast, so I especially want him to learn hard and train him.

Today I told him: You have to work hard, and strive to become a taekwondo master in the future.

Unexpectedly, he said: There are many people who practice taekwondo, and a few can become masters.

At that time, I was stunned, he was at an age that did not know the height of the sky, but he said such a thing.

When I first practiced Jeet Kune Do, I was simply fascinated, no matter how many times I failed when fighting with others, I always had a belief in my heart: Lao Tzu is the best in the world!

So at the age of sixteen, I finally knocked out my coach, and later, I broke my bone in a fall from a great height, and my martial arts career came to an end.

After so much, I just want to say one sentence in the end: At an age when you shouldn't know the height of the sky, don't be a good boy!]

"Hey, why don't we release a hot air balloon and put a bucket of good wine in the hanging basket and see which lucky guy picks it up!"

The sailors had learned to find joy in the boring nautical life, carrying barrels of wine from their cabins and flying a small hot air balloon with enough fuel to burn for a week and float to the mainland.

The hot air balloon lifted off into the air, then lifted off again, and gradually, disappeared from sight.

As it went away, Zheng Fei's thoughts gradually left this world, flying with it, thinking about some interesting things from the past

Forty days later.

The Mediterranean, the pearl lying between Europe, Asia and Africa, seems to be a melodious and tactful movement, tugging at the heartstrings of the world.

It's half a nautical mile from the Atlanta pier.

It was already very cold, and I used to be able to run on the deck in a single coat and bask in the sun, but now I can only wrap myself in a thick coat and get into the cabin, looking up at the bleak sky.

However, when they were about to land, everyone still couldn't suppress the joy in their hearts, and rushed to the deck against the cold wind, smiling to accept the attention of the dock workers.

It's amazing to have a ship of this size in the small town of Atlanta, now there are a dozen! And there are large frigates!

Seeing such a large fleet coming, the dock owner immediately panicked, and was lying on his chair swallowing the clouds, slapping the pipe in his hand on the table, hurriedly greeting him, standing on the shore and smiling and waiting.

Dock.

Stepping on the land that he hadn't seen for a long time, his heart was very steady, Zheng Fei took a deep breath, and the air was cold and swishing into his throat.

The boss's sneer, professional and familiar, arched his hand and said, "Venerable navigator, where do you come from?"

"West. Zheng Fei replied, frowning, unable to smell the smell of tobacco on his body.

"Oh~Spain?" the boss grimaced, glancing at the ten large frigates and the guns on the side of the ship.

"Pretty much. Zheng Fei tilted his head and watched as the sailors disembarked one after another, jumping onto the dock full of the smell of earth.

Hearing his reply, the boss took a breath, rolled his eyes worriedly, and said cautiously, "What are you doing in Atlanta?"

"You say, of course, it's a trade. Zheng Fei didn't understand why the boss had such a reaction. (To be continued.) )