On the Pujiang River, the water is wide and the clouds are comfortable, and the intermittent wharf and the warehouse on the opposite bank reveal the mottled green of the countryside in the south of the Yangtze River. Unlike the bleak and yellow winters in the north, the green in the south never really fades all year round.

Gao Yi stood on the coal pile at the bow of the ship, looking out at the winter scenery on the horizon in the distance, and behind him were two horses pulling carts, wearing blindfolds, snorting uneasily in an unfamiliar environment, and behind the horses were the four-wheeled wagons carrying old Gao Yi.

The ship at Gao Yi's feet was engaged in the business of supplying coal to passing ships at Wusongkou, and the iron-hulled hull had a huge depth, coupled with the round bow and stern, it looked like a large bathtub floating on the water. Sending Gao Yi and them to Lujiazui was just for the captain to earn some extra money on the way, and at this time, its huge belly was filled with coal, pressing the ship's side to a distance of less than sixty centimeters from the crest of the waves, even if Gao Yi had climbed the high coal pile, there was still a small half of his body under the horizontal plane. Looking out at the current height of his gaze, he has the taste of rivers flowing out of the sky, fluctuating in the distant sky.

It is only one and a half kilometers from Tianxiang Wharf to the wharf of Lujiazui Yesong Company's Xiangsheng Shipyard, and even if the fully loaded coal ship is slow, it will only take 20 minutes.

However, when it came time to unload the ship, they ran into big trouble again - the wagon got stuck in the coal pile. So everyone had to pick up the shovel and shovel the coal, not only the two wagoners of Songmao, the groom and Gao Yi himself, but even the two boilermen, the first mate and the captain of the ship, who were burning the coal, joined in, and finally even the priest took off his robe and waved the shovel.

However, the more coal was dug the deeper the car sank, and finally they had to run to the Xiangsheng shipyard to find someone to help. The helpers brought three bamboo poles and a simple crane made of wheels, and they first pulled Lao Gao Yi with the coffin to the trestle to reduce the weight of the carriage. Then they pushed the wheelbarrows, pulled a cart of sleepers from the shipyard, stuffed them under the wheels, and built a stable wooden platform on the coal pile, to which two large pieces of wooden gangplanks were attached. Disturbed by the movement behind them, the two horses were re-harnessed and walked onto the gangplank with trembling steps, but their performance this time was much better than when they had just loaded the ship - when they were at the Tianxiang dock before, the two horses were backwards and slowly reversed the cart from the gangplank into the cabin, probably because they were only used to cooperating when moving forward, and they had no tacit understanding when they went backwards, and it took them two hours to complete the work—

Finally, the cart left the coal pile smoothly and boarded the trestle.

It was already eleven o'clock, and Gao Yi and the others had been busy since the morning, and now their physical strength was almost completely exhausted. The captain generously brought out a large basket of bread from stock, as well as a few oily brown paper packets, which were filled with fragrant beef in Chinese sauce. This combination of Chinese and Western eating is very popular, but the problem is that everyone's thirst is far greater than hunger nowadays. So, a case of rum was rummaged out of the cockpit by the captain.

At this time, more than 20 young and middle-aged men gathered on the trestle to participate in the operation, everyone rejoiced at the feat just now, and ate and drank with an open mind in the warm winter sun, and soon the edge of the bridge, beside the railing, in the carriage, and on the coffin board of Lao Gao Yi were full of people laughing and laughing, and even the bearded and green-eyed captain went ashore and kept touching the bottle in his hand with the priest.

Gao Yi was also thirsty, and after half a bottle of wine in one go, he suddenly felt that his faint aching body was much better. He only thinks that the funeral of the Scottish people should have this kind of style, and he seems to be able to hear the sound of bagpipes, just like "Braveheart", the heroism in the desolation, the fearlessness in the sadness, and the magnificence in the poignant, which can only be brought by the bagpipes of the Scottish Highlands.

The feast lasted about an hour, and after sweeping away all the food that could be found in the cockpit, the captain found that he had completely emptied up the excess weight that could be discarded, and he was finally able to travel lightly and use the speed of the ship to the best of its ability, so he waved his hand and led the two boilermen to carry the first mate onto the ship, heading for the downstream destination.

Gao Yi and the others also waved their hands on the shore, watching the boat drift away until the next bend in the Pujiang River completely obscured it.

Although the current state of his brain did not help Gao Yi's thinking, he still faintly felt that the five yuan of ocean fare today was really worth the money, especially when the five yuan could still be credited. Here he can only wish the captain a safe life, there are at least twenty kilometers of waterway from here to Wusongkou, and I don't know if he will be able to reach the anchorage point smoothly before dark-

In fact, whether Gao Yi's brain was awake or not, he never thought that there was actually a cheaper and more time-saving way to solve this matter. For example, he could hire a wheelbarrow to transport Lao Gao Yi to any wharf, and then hire a small rower to cross the river, and carry the coffin to the other side with the cart, and then push it to the cemetery with the wheelbarrow. This cost at most six cents, and the time is only two hours. Therefore, how high a person's IQ is and how well he lives is in many cases is not proportional.

The Lujiazui cemetery in Pudong, where the Seafarers' Evangelists are located, is a very narrow piece of land, sandwiched between the Yesong Company's Xiangsheng Shipyard and the Amway East Stack, about 1,200 feet long and 200 feet wide, which translates to just over 30 acres per acre. The cemetery is adjacent to the west wall of the Xiangsheng Shipyard and is separated by a small river. Because of the fact that the cemetery was separated by a river, there was no wall in the direction of the adjacent shipyard, but it was not expected that the shipyard would later use this small river to transport wood, and the workers who were greedy for convenience piled up all the timber that could not be piled up in the cemetery, thus causing conflicts.

Gao Yi and his mooring are the public dock of the shipyard, located on the east side of the shipyard, and they need to go around the shipyard half a circle to get to the cemetery, but the workers who drank together stopped them from doing useless work, and led them to swagger through the factory area. The twenty or so drunken young men were definitely a formidable force, carrying a huge gravitational pull in their own right, and by the time they reached the Western Wall, the ranks behind them had almost doubled.

A door opens on the west wall, through which workers are constantly transporting timber to the factory. After Gao Yi went out, he found that a pontoon bridge had been erected on the small river that he had never seen before, facing the position of the door, and all the wood in the transportation came from the other side of the river. The wall of the cemetery opposite was half completed, and a group of people were standing at the base of the wall, pointing at the wall. Gao Yi and Lao Gao Yi left the cemetery in October, when the wall had just begun to be built with a few bricks.

The carriage crossed the pontoon bridge and passed through several piles of timber before stopping in the open space of the cemetery. Reverend Aldrich staggered to the coachman's seat and shouted, "Brown, Brown! Where are you? ”

Brown was the grave keeper who succeeded the elder Gao Yi. Gao Yi saw him come out of the crowd under the wall, and his mouth grunted as if he was very dissatisfied that they didn't go the right way, but just forced his way in.

At the same time, Gao Yi also noticed that a middle-aged man with a thin figure and a very thick mustache in the crowd followed Brown and walked over.