In the days that followed, the disturbances in Djibouti came to an end.

The Gerry people did not call, the black race should be what it should be, the local Arabs still go to worship every day, and the one who tried to take refuge in the north by boat a few days ago became the laughing stock after dinner.

After all, Djibouti was still under the direct rule of the Fatimid Kingdom, and some of the chaos was quickly quelled under the guidance of the officials. There is gossip that businessmen try to spread rumors in order to scare away a group of people and then take over the runaway property at a low price. Unfortunately, because the mayor of the city did not get enough benefits, or because the interests of a certain imam were involved, the result was that the rumor-mongers were arrested, and they were either waiting for ransom or exile.

God knows if it's true or not, the rumors are always like that.

Lao Luo and his entourage have nothing to do with it, Djibouti does not have what Lao Luo wants, and there is nothing that interests him. Therefore, boiling the body, or using some cork sticks to attack each other, these are the life-saving skills in the era of cold weapons. It is also the only thing Lao Luo can do at this stage, it is always helpful to train a few assistants with similar abilities.

Occasionally, when Lao Luo was interested, he would carry a wooden stick and let the four entourages go up together, but even if they were left behind, the four of them couldn't last long. It usually only takes three to five minutes at most, and the four of them fall to the ground with bared teeth. At this time, it always makes Lao Luo feel disappointed.

Organizing the overhaul of the ship, mobilizing supplies, rescheduling personnel, and even rewriting the logbook were the tasks of the new captain Lafago. The new captain conscientiously familiarized himself with the new business, stumbling through all the trivial clutter. By the time he was done, ten days had passed.

During these ten days, a group of ships left the procession and went north to Basra; Another group of ships, including the ships of McNee and Cui Fan, also left Djibouti and hurried back to Mombasa; There were also several shippers waiting in the heat of Djibouti to collect their cargo, and the devil knew what else they could receive in this hot place.

It is worth mentioning that Fan Zhengsheng came to visit Lao Luo once before leaving, perhaps because he thought that he would not see him again for a long time. pulled Lao Luo to drink once, and drunkenly said a lot of complaints about the difficulties in the wilderness. But it also made Lao Luo less lonely in the world.

As for Cui Zhou Guangqi, don't mention it.

Re-boarding, this time to the port of Suez, a newly opened port at the northernmost point of the Red Sea, is also the preferred route for some people who don't want to stay on the back of a camel all day.

The four entourages who returned to the ship again did not have the excitement of boarding the ship for the first time more than a month ago, and of course there was no such thing as seasickness, but Camille and Cui Shibai had tanned a lot more, and as for Naga and Mnaqi, they were originally black.

Because the fleet was dispersed, there were eight ships traveling along this route, and since the Red Sea was almost the equivalent of an inland lake for the Arabs at this time, there was nothing like piracy, so it was not surprising to see the occasional solitary merchant ship.

The Red Sea route does not have so many storms and waves, but there are countless dangerous reefs. There was no difficulty in replenishing fresh water along the route, and the midday sun was ripening for the skin, and at night there was a fear of hitting the reef, so the small fleet would only hang up its sails in the early morning and evening.

However, the Red Sea route is also the most interesting route. The name of the Red Sea has been around for a long time, and no one can say exactly how it was named, even in this era. Some say it's because of the red baker on the bottom of the sea, or the red color of the red coral sand; Some people say that it is because of the red and yellow cliffs on both sides of the sea; Others say it's because of the red-yellow sand and dust blown by the desert in the south......

The water of the Red Sea is not red at all, its water is crystal clear blue, and you can clearly see a variety of ornamental fish in the seawater.

As a result, the whole journey to the Red Sea really became a journey, and when he occasionally stopped at a certain island to replenish fresh water, not only Lao Luo's four entourage, but also the diligent sailors on the ship and the maritime merchants who were eager to make a fortune also became a little lazy.

The water is filled with colorful fish, strangely shaped snails, and beautiful coral reefs, which are the target of sailors and merchants. Not to mention the fact that there are some Muslims who live in the desert on land all year round, and the scenery here is almost like the world of Allah.

Lao Luo also went to the sea many times with great interest and secretly collected a lot of snail shells and corals. By the standards of pragmatism, this thing is of no use to Lao Luo at all.

Sending a woman? Lao Luo doesn't know where his woman is now. The few women I have dated in later generations are either money worship, lawsuits, or even fierce women who don't look like women at all...... Maybe you can find the right woman for yourself in this era? Hell knows!

Maybe it's not for anything else, maybe it's just a desire to collect? Lao Luo can't think clearly, whatever, it won't take up any space anyway, maybe it will be useful in the future.

Those beautiful fish are not touched, because the more beautiful the fish, the more toxic they tend to be. Eighteen Lang was more clever and instigated the bewitchment of Camille, the kid, and as a result, one of Camille's palms became as fat and juicy as a bear's paw.

Of course, the demagogic Eighteen Lang didn't get a good result, and Lao Luo, who learned about the matter, knocked himself with a cork stick on his head.

The fleet is stop-and-go, but it's not very slow. It's not that a good rest is for a better way forward, maybe the inadvertent practice proves it.

Lafago, the new captain, honed himself with ease during this unhurried voyage. I believe that when I see old Girohard on the return trip, I will not behave at a loss.

Halfway through the Red Sea, there were more and more boats around. Occasionally, a companion accosted me and learned that I had returned from a pilgrimage to Mecca or Medina, and that it was at least faster by sea than by land.

There were all kinds of people in these pilgrims, the standard Saracens, Negros, Berbers, even Bedouins and Romans, maybe they were different in appearance, maybe they all had different customs, but all of them had the same expression - piety.

This kind of piety is no different from the piety of later generations, maybe the standard of living is different, maybe the tools used are different, maybe ...... What is it about maintaining religious continuity?

This is actually a big problem, Lao Luo thought about it for a long time, knew that he arrived in Suez, and he couldn't get a final conclusion. There is a provisional conclusion that he, a soldier who only belongs to the battlefield, is not suitable to consider this issue, and perhaps a few social and humanistic scholars can be found to discuss this issue in the future, if there is one in this era.

At this time, the port of Suez was built by the fifth Fatimid caliph Aziz, in order to have a sea route to the holy land of Mecca.

The Suez in front of Lao Luo is completely different from that of later generations, and there are not as many aqueducts as in later generations, perhaps in later generations, this Suez would have been destroyed long ago.

The location of the port is divided into three piers, each of which is filled with sailing ships of all sizes. It is estimated that there is also a military port not far away, because the old road once saw oil weapons called Greek fire placed on the deck.

Not far from the pier is a sand-colored square city, and in the distance you can see many towering minarets or moon towers, as well as the round roofs of some mosques.

Once here, it's the end of the sea route. For the rest of the journey, Lao Luo planned to buy a few camels or horses and travel all the way to Cairo. Captain Lafgo's mission is almost over, and the rest of the journey is none of his business.

But Lafgo didn't think so, and he first booked a hotel in Suez City, one of the best in Suez. When Lao Luo entered the inn with a few people, he found that this independent courtyard actually had a small Roman bath.

"La Fego, this place is really satisfying to me." Lao Luo was indeed very satisfied with the inn compound, especially the Roman bath, because it had been a long time since he had taken a serious bath.

"Mr. Bartol, I'm glad you're happy with this place." Lafeigo was still as humble as ever in front of Lao Luo, "It was my biggest dream to be a captain, and you made my dream come true. ”

"No, Rafago, you don't have to think so." Lao Luo didn't care about this, "I just provided you with a step, and standing on it is because of your own efforts." ”

"But without this step, no matter how hard I try, I can't reach the height of a captain." Lafeigo bowed to Lao Luo, turned to Camille and said, "Thank you very much, Young Master Camille, Rafeigo will not fail your trust." ”

"Well, you're good, Rafergo." Camille's words were very appropriate at this time, "When you return to Mombasa, my father will definitely value you." ”

"Thank you, Master Camille, I regret that I can't follow you on the road, and I will return to Mombasa with the fleet in five days."

"Well, I wish you all the best sailing."

After Lafeigo left, Lao Luo said to a few young entourage, "What do you think of Lafeigo?" ”

"He's a good talker." Naga thought for a moment and said.

"He's not good at anything, but he's a good captain." Mnaki has always been more observant than others.

"It's not easy for him, he works hard." Cui Shibalang is also beginning to mature a little.

"It seems that you have told me, I don't know what to say." Camille scratched the bandana on her head.

"Well, I'll tell you, Camille, he's going to be a good subordinate." Lao Luo said solemnly, "Because he has a grateful heart." ”

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