"The boat is coming, guys!, all move!" Sinbadi shouted with his arms raised.

"Oooh!" the Fishbone Clan's clansmen rushed to the docks, busily going about their work—some of them were in charge of securing the cables, some of them were in charge of setting up the gangplank, and although they looked like a mess, they didn't delay in the slightest, and as long as they didn't board the ship, their posture was not much worse than that of the old sailors. It's hard to imagine that a year and a half ago, these people hadn't even seen the sea a few times, let alone done such a thing.

Soon, the ship's supplies were gone.

"Sinbadi, they said it was ready to be shipped!"

"Red or black, how many barrels are on each, have you asked clearly?"

"Don't worry, I've got it all on the back of my hand!"

"Okay, let's get started!"

"Goods" is the commonly used abbreviation, and there is only one kind of cargo produced in the entire Endless Cape, and that is the Black Water of the River Styx. However, as the area of mining expanded, the sandmen discovered that it did not come in just one color. In the other two subterranean valleys, crimson and dark green Styx water appeared—they were equally capable of burning, but differed in nature and smell. Therefore, for the sake of convenience, everyone began to use "goods" instead of black water, and this name soon spread among northerners.

This is the fourth time Sinbadi has come to Daqing Port to work.

He remembers that when he first set foot on this barren sandy area, his first thought was that if he survived, he must stay as far away from it as possible after three months. But beyond his imagination, a city has really taken root in the southernmost part of the desert - if the revival of the oasis is a miracle, then Daqing Port can be described as a miracle.

The Endless Cape is a place of exile precisely because it has nothing but danger, and even the most seasoned hunter cannot survive alone. And to build a town where hundreds, if not thousands, of people live, only the three gods can do it.

He had expected that the Great Chief, who had underestimated the might of the desert, would completely dispel this ridiculous idea after a failed attempt, but he did not expect that it was the sand people themselves who had lived here for hundreds of years who knew nothing about the desert.

It's not like there's nothing in the Endless Cape.

It's just that they never realize it.

The first problem to be overcome is water.

The northern official named Concrete led them in the construction of an endless cistern - a shack covered with a black film, and at first it was unnoticeable, but when the evil moon was over, the sandfolk realized that the sun could actually separate the salt of the white flower from the sea. The water vapor forms dew drops on the film, which then flows down the inclined surface into the pipe tank and finally merges into the storage tank. The more intense the sun, the faster the water can be stored, and although a pond does not produce much fresh water, the sum of hundreds of pools can be very impressive.

Today, these reservoirs are still expanding, and they can not only meet the needs of the sanders, but also provide supplies for the ships of Neverwinter, which can be regarded as subverting the preconceived notions that the people of Mojinsha have formed for hundreds of years.

The second is the issue of housing.

Tents alone are not able to withstand the direct rays of the midday sun, and the closer you get to summer, the more water you have.

Legend has it that the stone of the Iron Sand City came from before the desertification of the extreme south, which is why there are many oases in Yinchuan, but there is only one city.

And the practice of the Northerners is still to use local materials.

They built furnaces and kilns, using black water as fuel, filling them with silt fished out of the sea, mixing them with sifted yellow sand and firing bricks into bricks. Due to the inexhaustible supply of raw materials, Daqing Port soon had a number of brick bungalows, and the exterior walls and ceilings were built with double masonry, even if it was not as good as the oasis under the shade of trees, it was considered to have a stable shelter.

Finally, there is the food.

Thuram, the elder of the Osa clan, commanded dozens of fishing nets along the beach, which were engulfed by the sea at high tide, and at low tide, a large number of strange prey appeared in the "squares" enclosed by the nets, such as sea crabs, sea snakes, sea urchins, and so on. At first, Sinbadi didn't dare to eat these deformed foods, but under the threat of Thuram's whip, he gritted his teeth and chose to comply.

And the result is that I was surprised to find that these things all taste good.

Although staples still have to be shipped from Neverwinter, their food is much more abundant than it was a year and a half ago.

After the food and housing were settled, Sinbadi's mentality gradually changed, and when the three-month dispatch period ended, he chose the step that surprised him - to continue to work in Daqing Port.

After all, the remuneration here is much more generous than that of Bishui Port.

Of course, there is another reason for him.

......

Once the last ship is filled, the day's busyness is over.

"Sinbadi, thank you for your hard work today. ”

"Big brother, see you tomorrow morning!"

"I'd like to go to the market later, do you want to come with me?"

As a result of his many dispatches, Sinbadi became the titular head of the Fishbone Clan, but whenever there was any task, Thuram was the first to turn to him. In the face of such a change, he was really flattered - when he was still in Yinchuan Oasis, he was an inconspicuous member of the clan, let alone in charge of any affairs, and there were few people who were willing to talk to him. But now, not only do some juniors regard him as the team leader, but even some girls have extended a hand of invitation to him. This made him a little more proud of the great chief.

Sinbadi didn't accept those invitations, though.

Because he already has a figure in his heart.

"Hey, wait for me, Sinbadi!"

Just as he was about to leave the dock to find Mu Li, a familiar voice came to his ears.

Sinbadi couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth, he turned his head back with a smile, but his expression suddenly froze on his face.

It was indeed Mu Li, the girl who always wore a big black braid, and was the only girl in the clan who didn't show dislike for him.

After the pride of the sky Aloon left the dispatch team, Mu Li did not choose to quit, which is also a big reason why he persevered. Sinbadi thought he might have a chance, but now he saw a man holding the hand and running towards him.

And that man is not a Mo Jinsha citizen yet!

"Mu Li, you...... ...... him," Sinbadi stammered.

"Ahh ”

"Yes...... Is that so?"

"Whew, this young lady is really in good health," the man gasped twice, "I can't stop even if I want to, it's like being pulled by a brute bull...... Mo Jinshamin really lives up to his reputation. He glanced at Sinbadi and said, "Introduce yourself...... My name is Rex and I'm from the fjord across the sea. ”

"You know you're a fjordman at a glance," Simbadi vigilantly shielded Murray behind him, "I don't have any relics to recover, you can go!"

If Daqing Port has always been a trend of steady development, expanding its territory and population little by little, then it can be said that it has completely broken the peace in the past three months. The Endless Cape became a popular route overnight, with a large number of fjord ships appearing in the nascent harbour city and bringing a series of troubles.

These islanders, who claimed to be explorers, either dug pits everywhere or bought all kinds of strange things from the dispatch team, which caused chaos in Daqing Port for a while. Yes, their flocks did make it lively, and the bazaar that was gradually forming was popular with the Mojin people – so that people could use their pay to buy something they liked, rather than having to wait until they returned to Clearwater to spend it. But what is even more impressive is a series of negative news.

For example, an explorer wants to go deep into the underground River Styx to find out, but ends up in the valley where his fate is unknown, and it is the sandfolk who send a team to clean up the mess and rescue people.

Another example is the fact that some explorers bought suspicious stone and metal utensils from the sandmen, only to use counterfeit coins, so much so that the two sides almost clashed violently.

Most excessively, they even reached into the source of life in Daqing Harbor - the roofs of several pools disappeared due to the strange membranes used in the reservoirs. This incident finally alarmed the First Army, and after catching the prisoners, they were escorted directly to Neverwinter, where they were told that they would be served a lifetime of mine labor.

It's these endless troubles that make Sinbadi wary of the Fjordmen.

"I'm not going to recycle anything, because I'm more inclined to get it on my own than to be opportunistic and unproductive. Rex rubbed his hands together and said, "This is also the best chance to justify the name of the Strange Thing Society." ”