It was unbelievable that on the other side of the reef, the abalone was so densely distributed that in two minutes, he came out of the water with a handful of harvest, and cheered with joy.

"Eight, Santiago gave me the net, it's a big job!"

For a whole afternoon, Zheng Fei shuttled back and forth on the water and under the water, and finally in the evening, he collected all the abalone in the crack of the rocky reef, and there was not even a baby left.

After a long time of non-stop work, his muscles were already sore and weak, and he really wanted to eat some oysters and drink two glasses of whiskey, and then find a soft big bed to lie down and sleep until he was old.

"Captain, where are you going now?" Santiago asked with a smile as he looked at the abalone, which was half the size of the cabin.

"Go ashore and find a family to rest for the night, this place is at least forty kilometers from the city of Atlanta, and you can only go there tomorrow. ”

As the wind grew stronger, the sails were gathered and rowed to the shore, and the tender abalone were loaded into the nets, and the three of them set foot on the silver-white beach, and the afterglow of the setting sun hit their faces, and they began to look for a place to stay.

The coast was not suitable for building due to its topography, and there was not even a single figure in the vicinity, and it took two hours of walking without finding any animals, except for the occasional unknown bird hovering in the air.

"Where are all the dead?" complained Pete, panting, carrying a wet net bag on his shoulder, weighing nearly a hundred pounds, and taking turns carrying it.

"If you're unlucky, you'll have to spend the night in the wasteland today. Zheng Fei licked his slightly chapped lips, drank water, and saw that it was about to get dark.

"No, it won't"

"Scared?"

"I'm most afraid of snakes and scorpions"

"Get a few fires and you'll be fine. ”

"But how do you make a fire?"

"There are a lot of dead branches nearby, collect them, and as for making a fire, you should know better than me. Zheng Fei squeezed his eyes, thinking that the Europeans in the Middle Ages were probably similar to those in ancient China, proficient in drilling wood for fire or striking stones for fire.

At this moment, a loud bark of horses came, and following the sound, I saw a carriage in the distance over a small dirt slope and a flat open space to stop.

The carriage was followed by a dozen wagons, a convoy.

"Guys, camp here today and make a fire!" The leader was a short, sturdy man, dressed in a jacket-style garment, with eagle-like eyes and a piercing eye.

Seeing someone coming, Zheng Fei hesitated for a while and walked over with a smile.

"Hey, where are you going?" he asked, handing his flask to him.

"Ha, I didn't expect to meet people here. The leader took a sip unceremoniously, then frowned and said, "Taste mine!"

With the foamy liquid in the mouth, the mouth is immediately refreshed, and the taste of the original European beer is Zheng Fei's favorite drink in summer.

"It's delicious!" Zheng Fei praised sincerely, and was reluctant to return the jar.

"Then give your friends a try, what are you three doing here?"

"Fishing and hunting, I went ashore to find a family to rest, and I didn't see a single person until I walked here. ”

"Haha, it's all wasteland nearby, and there's an Atlanta pier more than ten kilometers to the west, and you can only see people there. ”

Hearing this, Zheng Fei shrugged his shoulders and said with a smile: "It seems that I can only camp with you tonight, so I won't trouble you, right?"

"Of course not, I like to make friends, and so do my guys!"

It was a convoy of inland trade, loaded with crystal sherry woollen fabrics, ready to be sold in West and Central Asia.

This group of people who came from the same village, who had been working as laborers at the Atlanta docks a few years earlier, and who had been leading the way to trade for a few months, but who had a lot of money, each earning hundreds of silver coins.

But as far as Zheng Fei knows, most of the European runners in the Middle Ages used cattle instead of horses, because the price of horses was high, and the few packs had to be fed fodder for the shoes, and why did this caravan suddenly realize when he saw the meat leg roasted on the fire, because it was a cow leg, and it seemed too inhumane to gnaw the beef leg in front of the cow.

In the blink of an eye, it was completely dark, and people sat in a circle around the bonfire, the light of the fire reflected their faces that were both vicissitudes and joy, and the air was filled with a rich smell of meat, which was sultry and sultry.

"Medium-rare is just right, let's eat!" The leader picked up a shiny bone scraper, skillfully cut a large piece of hot and tender beef and handed it to Zheng Fei, and said with a bold smile: "If you think the taste is light, here is salt to add yourself!"

"Is there chili powder?" Zheng Fei, who has always been spicy and unhappy, asked habitually.

"What is chili powder?" the leader was stunned, and he really didn't have this word in his head.

Zheng Fei thought about it, and after a while, he smiled bitterly: "It's a very delicious seasoning, you'll see it later." ”

Chili peppers are native to the tropical regions of the Americas, native to Mexico. At the end of the 15th century, Columbus discovered the New World of America and brought it back to Europe, where it gradually spread around the world.

Oh my God, it seems that you won't be able to eat chili peppers in the short term, Zheng Fei thought so and pouted.

The beef is chewy and not at all worse than the steaks in high-end restaurants, and people are happy like children eating and drinking beer while eating it.

Their elated appearance reminded Zheng Fei of the army, and perhaps only brothers who had experienced hardships together would show such a scene.

"Drink!" he cried, and drank it all.

After the revelry, under the shelter of the fire, they fell into a deep sleep, lying on the grass in a scattered manner, their bodies curled up, and only thin clothes to shelter themselves from the cold wind, but no one found it difficult, because everyone loved this kind of life and atmosphere.

Dawn, early morning.

After waving goodbye to Zheng Fei and others, the convoy embarked on the journey to the east again, and the leader left a sentence before leaving: "If you need us one day, just say it." ”

Zheng Fei's answer was: "I'm waiting for you to come back at the Atlanta pier, take you to sail, and make a fortune!"

For this, the leader naturally didn't take it seriously, you must know that every navigator is a leader, at least a nobleman with a good family, how can he be a fisherman. So, he just laughed and led the convoy away.

After the convoy left, Zheng Fei and Pete took the abalone to Atlanta Town, and Santiago was responsible for getting the fishing boat back to the dock, after all, it was worth dozens of silver coins, and it couldn't be thrown there.

This place is still more than 20 kilometers away from the town of Atlanta, and with nearly 100 catties of abalone, the two of them walked for four hours to arrive, and their shoes were worn to the point that their toes were exposed.

Once in town, they made a beeline for the most upscale restaurant, just in time for lunchtime, where many upper-class guests were seated.