The northern port on the banks of the Renault River.

A slam, a ray of sky opened, and the storm and rainstorm from far and near washed down, making the opposite side unable to open their eyes. Fortunately, there are not many pedestrians on this pier at the moment, to be precise, there are almost no one to worry about someone suffering from the rain... However, the meaning of this kind of scene is not good.

As a port terminal close to the Renault River, the main artery of Bran, the busyness and excitement should be the main theme here. At present, this extremely deserted and even lonely scene is believed to be happy if no one will see it. Including those porters who have been working hard in the past and complaining that they cannot get rest...

"Bah, this damn ghost weather!" He crushed the inferior cigarettes in the mud and rolled up sparks. Under the straw shed on one side of the pier, the strong young porter half-squatted, looking at the rain outside the shed angrily, muttering, "Half a day! No merchant ship has entered the port to ship goods in half a day. If this continues, I will be starved to death!"

"Who said no? I used to bring some meat back the next week, but now I can't even afford to eat bread..."

"This world, alas..."

"Anyway, I can't wait like this anymore. I'm busy filling my stomach with several mouths at home... I'll try it out tomorrow at Xicheng Tavern Street. God bless you, I hope to find a job..."

"Tomorrow? Then I'll go with you and try my luck... Head, do you want to be with me?"

"By the way, boss, do you have any ideas..."

...

No matter which industry, there is a style of forming cliques and leading players. This is a normal phenomenon, not a way to cause trouble. Most of them are a teamwork model. For example, the porter is working now. Once a merchant ship enters the port, he has to put goods in. A porter naturally cannot handle it. He often needs a team that cooperates with a tacit understanding, so that he is efficient. In other words, a single porter almost does not exist here. Even if there is one, it is called a handyman.

"Wait a little longer." The porters in the straw shed were led by a middle-aged man with slightly frosted temples. He pinched a low-quality cigarette roll that was about to burn out between his fingers, staring at the several lonely boats anchored at the docks in the rain. He took a deep breath and sighed, "Wait a little longer... I finally packed these two docks. Once I left, it would be difficult to come back."

This is a fact. Although there are many wharfs in the port, there are also many porters. It is normal for too many monks and less porridge to take over. Everyone wants to occupy more wharfs and get more benefits, but there are many ways here. Not only do they have to deal with the insatiable tyrants who manage the port. They also need familiar merchant ship resources, and the gangs in the city must be filial to them at all times... The final part is the competition between porters and porters.

It can be said that it is not easy for these porters to have the right to deposit goods at the moment. It is not necessary to think that they are old-fashioned in this industry and have worked hard for many years. It is precisely because of this that they can easily give up these two wharfs now, how can they be willing to?

After a moment of silence under the straw hut, a gray-clothed porter shook his head bitterly, "Head, you know, the situation in my family..."

The middle-aged porter leader waved his hand and interrupted: "I know, your kid is going to go to the civilian academy in some days? Haha, it's so big in a flash... It's okay, I still have some savings, you can use it to deal with the emergency first."

Under the dock, the river water is indeed retreating. Or to be more precise, the water level is falling, which is significantly lowered at a speed visible to the naked eye...

This is an extremely strange scene!

At present, this is the Renau River, not the Renau Sea, and there is no tide rise and fall every day. Moreover, with the vast waters here, there is no cross-river sluice, and there will be no water leakage and water rise... In short, no matter from which angle of rational analysis, no reason for the decline of the river water will be drawn.

But now the water level is falling! There is no reason, just like under the Wanzhang River, there is a huge water beast that sleeps and wakes up all the time. It feels thirsty, so the whale swallows the cow and drinks the Wanzhang River water...

One inch, one foot, one foot...

Since the first young porter to discover the strangeness, in just a moment, the vast river water continued to fall, fall, and fall in the wooded view of everyone... aquatic plants, iron anchors, rotten ships in the river, and black and gray mottled mudflats carrying all kinds of messy things gradually surfaced.

Immediately, the water of the wavy river retreated like a tide, retreating, and continued to retreat... The area of ​​the t-shaped convex dock was getting bigger and bigger, and the T-shaped convex dock was infinitely elevated. Buzzing - the reins of the ships connecting the backing with the river water became tighter and tighter.

At one moment, the bang sounded loudly and the wood chips flew over. Most of the old rope piles were uprooted and quickly retreated outside the port with the ship. During this period, many ships with only inertia and no one was in the helm crashed into one place, collapsed, snuggled up and continued to retreat, or ran aground on the mudflats, like dolls who were tired of playing with it, no one cared about it...

After a long time, the river water went away. There was a riverside port in the world and an inland town.

The sea turns into mulberry fields...

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Chapter completed!