On the evening of the summer of 1526 in the Great Calendar, the bay of Enshum is a bustling scene, and many fishermen are about to go out to sea tonight, waiting for the fishing operations tomorrow morning.

The fishermen of Fili, who have lived here for a hundred years, know very well that there is a kind of fish with delicious flesh that will pass through the bay in large numbers during this season, and the job of these fishermen is to catch enough Ensium fish in this season as a tribute, so as to cope with the labor of the lord for most of the year, and the cost of keeping their families alive.

If it had been this time of the year, Joseph Sr. had gone out into the ocean to fish with the lights of the tower in the distance, and this was their job for generations, starting with his great-grandfather, to his grandfather, and then to himself, and Joseph Sr. was sure that this work would have been passed on to his sons, his grandsons.

This is fate, the fate prescribed by the gods, isn't it?

Of course, this fate will not always be the same, otherwise Joseph Sr.'s great-grandfather would not have immigrated from a porter to a fisherman in New Pioneer Enshum, working hard with unseen monsters and barren environments, just to fight for a different way out for his children and grandchildren.

It is a pity that less than ten of the immigrants who fought for a way out became the administrators of the settlement site, and by the generation of Joseph Sr., there was only one administrator left, the Zilo family, who was responsible for managing the fishing industry of Enshum, and all the rest were noble branches from the old land.

Although tens of thousands of poor people immigrated to Enshum before and after, and only one poor man became a nobleman, this upward channel still made many people look red-eyed, such as the old Joseph who was still an immigrant, and the old Joseph was thinking all day in his heart that when the next wave of development began, he must raise money to pay for his sons to go out and mix the future.

Although only one has succeeded in staying until now, at least they have succeeded, which means that there is a chance to be themselves. When Joseph Sr. was a child, he watched the family show off their family background in front of his fishermen all day long, and he didn't know how envious and jealous he was.

Today, however, this immigrant-born nobleman has a flattering expression on his face no different from that of Joseph Sr.'s neighbor when he flattered him.

Because these sons who are here today are students from Doramon Academy, what kind of place is Doramondo Academy? Even Joseph Sr., a fisherman without a surname, knows that there is the pride of Fili, and that the best teachers come from there, and that the official students there, who does not have a prominent family background!

It was no wonder that the aristocrat Zilo bowed to this group of white bodies (referring to the existence of no official position) in a low voice, even old Joseph did not dare to care about this group of students interrupting his fishing.

"Stere, this old fisherman has been fishing for decades, and there is nothing to say about the skill of driving a boat, you can ask anyone, no one will not boast of old Joseph's skill!"

When Joseph Sr. was introduced by the guards, he heard that the nobleman Zilo was praising his skill in sailing a boat, and although he knew that the man's purpose of praising him was not pure, Old Joseph was still grateful to her.

The Doramon cultivators, who were led by the nobleman Zilo who became the prince of Stere, nodded, then looked at old Joseph and spoke: "So, old Joseph boatman, can you guide us to that island by boat?"

Old Joseph, who had never seen a nobleman from a big city before, was so nervous that he couldn't even speak: look at the neat face, neat clothes, exquisite appearance, elegant posture, and standard conversation of the prince of Stere, even if it is placed among a group of fishermen, it can be easily seen that this is a glorious nobleman, even if the nobleman Zilo he often sees, is obscured by the light of the prince of Stehl at this moment.

No wonder when I listened to the troubadour tell stories before, I wondered how the villagers could see at once who was the fallen nobleman, but today old Joseph finally understood that nobles and commoners are really two species.

Seeing that Old Joseph was speechless for a long time, beads of sweat appeared on the forehead of the nobleman Zilo. At this time, a member of the team of the sons of Steer suddenly coughed, and he didn't know whether he was really coughing or dissatisfied, but no matter what it was, this action stimulated the nobleman Zilo, he nervously pushed the trembling shoulders of old Joseph, and then stammered to explain to the team of the sons of Stehl that old Joseph was a useless fisherman, and asked the sons to suffer and wait a little longer.

"I understand that not all the subordinates are able to speak normally when they see the superiors, and this is a very obvious thing," fortunately, the son of Stehl was a friendly nobleman who was very good at talking, and he understood Joseph Sr's current problems very well.

Old Joseph was also anxious, and he knew what the occasion was, and he very much wanted to speak to the Venerable, but the words were always discounted when they came to his mouth, and he could not say what was in his heart as usual.

Seeing that Old Joseph was so useless at the critical moment, the noble Qi Luo was also anxious: "The bastard who dropped the chain at the critical moment! If it weren't for the Venerable One here now, I would have killed you directly!" Just nod and shake your head!"

Hearing the words of the nobleman Zilo, old Joseph seemed to have found the backbone of the heart, and the words spurted out at once: "Yes, will, will ......"

As he spoke, Joseph Sr.'s head shook up and down like a stiff machine, and given the context, Steer accepted him as an answer.

"The sun is going to set today, take us to that island tomorrow, so be it. ”

Old Joseph still didn't speak, but gestured with his trembling hands, and the language function seemed to have been lost again, which made Stehl and his party look confused, and before Stehl began to get impatient, the nobleman Zilo saw in time what Old Joseph wanted to express.

"Dear Prince Stere, old Joseph probably wants to say that the island is far from here," the noble Zilloh stammered to explain, and after listening to the noble Zillo's explanation, old Joseph reverted to the form of the nodding machine.

"So we set out tomorrow, and we are ready," said Stehl and his party unmoved by Joseph Sr.'s exhortation.

After coming out, the nobleman Zilo explained to old Joseph: "Old man, do a good job, serve those noble students well, and I will exempt you from hard labor this year." ”

Hearing this, old Joseph, who had been sad that he had not gone fishing, became glad and felt that it was not bad.

"But remember, if something happens, not only can the labor not be canceled, but Lao Tzu will beat you to death!

The aristocratic Zilo didn't have much time to waste time on old Joseph, and he still had to serve those expensive students, but remembering the stammering tone of old Joseph in front of him, the aristocratic Zilo was suddenly unhappy, looking at the rickety back of old Joseph who was far away, and the aristocratic Zilo almost kicked up.

However, before kicking out, the nobleman Zi Luo remembered that Old Joseph still had to show the way for the students, so he could only endure it for the time being, record this account in his mind, and wait for the next day to calculate. As for Zilo's kick, will it cause Joseph Sr. to be injured and affect this year's harvest?

"Old man Joseph, you didn't go to sea with Tsai today, what's the matter?"

When he got home it was already evening, old Joseph's grizzled mother-in-law met him as soon as he approached the nest and asked questions.

Looking at her barefoot, dirty, and indescribable mother-in-law, Stere's young and beautiful female companion with big breasts and hips flashed in an instant, and quickly dissipated like fallen leaves caught in the turbulent water, this kind of woman is not something that a civilian fisherman can imagine.

After briefly recounting the experience—of course, delete the episodes of my nervous speechlessness: "Ahem, do you remember when I was young? Didn't I find a new land on the other side of the sea, certainly not as big as our southern continent. ”

"Oh oh oh, remember," Joseph Sr. reminded him, and his mother-in-law easily remembered it, because Joseph Sr. was there to brag about his experience every time he drank a little, because on that occasion he found out that Joseph Sr. had been exempted from three years of hard labor, which of course had been more than twenty years ago.

Therefore, the mother-in-law wondered again: "I know, I know, you still have a wave of people to immigrate there, and you want to repeat the miracle here, but the Enshum fish do not pass through the bay there, and the land does not produce a good harvest, and there are no beautiful furs, so the settlement was abandoned later?

This past is the black history of Joseph Sr., who invested half of his life savings and his father's life savings, and in the end there was no hair left. Therefore, as soon as the mother-in-law mentioned this history, Joseph Sr.'s face darkened.

"What are you doing with so much nonsense! Those people are nobles! Nobles, do you understand? Laxiang are all golden nobles! How can they think that you can understand as a woman!"

After being counted down by Joseph Sr., the mother-in-law couldn't hold her face, you must know that the mother-in-law is a fisherman's girl, and when she saw some neighbors attracted by the noise, the mother-in-law even initiated a person to go crazy and fought with Old Joseph.

The next day, Steer saw old Joseph waiting by the fishing port early, with black circles in his eye sockets, so Stehl asked casually, which made old Joseph fall into a flattered state, stammered his head, and showed that he was fine.

After Joseph Sr. had packed his tickets, Prince Steer turned to his companion and said, "Then after we are done on board, our graduation tour will begin." ”

The distant island, unlike Joseph's awkward retreat from here, was now different from Joseph Sr.'s failed colonization, and there were many more ruins of ships, but these ships ...... Each of them was so strange that it seemed impossible to go to sea, but in fact the ships had never been to sea, and they were just rotting here.

"Dante, you didn't cut down the required amount of trees today," Mei Yi made a judgment after counting the results of the day's work of this habitual lazy habitual offender in front of her.

In the face of May's accusation, Dante suddenly looked like a cat with its tail stepped on: "I can't stand it, you terrible woman! I've been cutting down trees for ten years, bastard!

"Then you might want to think about swimming in the sea for more than ten years, maybe it will allow you to swim to land," in the face of Dante's roar, Mei Yi didn't care to point out the biggest dilemma of the two, so Dante was killed by a blow and fell to his knees.

"I really shouldn't have had this crazy detour with you, I've been stuck on this island for ten years, ten years! I haven't seen anyone but you!"