Chapter 873 Blade Harbor

This is like stirring up a hornet's nest. Neither side is willing to do anything. They start to curse each other and fight fiercely.

As of the time the news was sent, they have not yet decided the winner.

Tao Lin could only sigh: "Idiot!" After such a commotion, the people in the Qiuhua Gang will only become more unstable.

No matter how the matter is resolved in the end, the reputation of Tao Lin and Xu Zeshou will inevitably decline significantly.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see what is going on after seeing the publicized list. The two gang leaders are too greedy.

But if they tear up the agreement and go back to their old business now, the brothers may not be willing.

As I said, it is too comfortable to sit and collect money. After tasting the sweetness, who would be willing to give up such a big piece of cake and go back to fight for life and death?

This is troublesome. Tao Lin pressed his forehead, which was aching slightly. It is a small matter to suffer a loss and bleed a little, but I am afraid that he will be controlled by others in the future.

He is already vigilant enough about the "conspiracy" of Yuheng City.

But he was not prepared for the trick that He had left behind.

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"We've arrived at Blade Harbor, those who need to get off the ship should get off!"

The guests who were already trapped in the ship and moldy rushed to get ashore without the crew shouting a second time.

Dong Rui jumped onto the pier, taking a deep breath without caring about the salty and fishy sea breeze: "Oh my God, I'm finally ashore! My legs are almost bent into bow legs!"

The two monkeys who came out later looked at him together: What's wrong with bow legs?

Dong Rui pounded his lower back: "I'm not talking about you."

After living in the ship for two months, his waist and legs couldn't be straightened. If he got up without paying attention, he would hit his head.

It was depressing.

When he was depressed, he had nowhere to go, because the space on the ship was so small, and there was endless sea water all around.

He got darker and thinner. As a frequent visitor on the wanted list of Lingxu City, he had flown through the sky and escaped through the ground, but he had never been to the ocean before. The ship started to shake as soon as it left Baisha Bay, and he almost vomited his intestines.

After sleeping and vomiting, vomiting and sleeping, Dong Rui felt that he had finally adapted to life on the ship, but he didn't expect the hurricane to come in a blink of an eye.

If the captain hadn't been smart and seized the opportunity to hide in the island to avoid the wind, all the people and monsters on the ship would have been killed.

The sea was windy and the waves were so strong that even Aunt Zhu, the prehistoric monster, couldn't resist.

Fortunately, the ship finally arrived at its destination, Blade Port, and Dong Rui's heart fell back into his stomach.

Never sail far again in this life!

Two people appeared on the deck of the ship, smiling and waving to He Lingchuan and others: "Brother He, see you later!"

These were guests who boarded the ship midway and were going to Boro Island. One of them was obsessed with sea fishing, but the fish he caught was poisonous, and the fish soup he made almost turned into Mengpo soup.

At the critical moment, Yao Yuan Lingguang came to the rescue and saved the two's lives.

After this incident, the two became good friends with He Lingchuan, or drinking buddies.

After all, sailing on the sea is boring, so it's better to get drunk and dream. Time will pass by drinking and bragging.

Aunt Zhu occasionally joins the drinking party, but usually doesn't say anything, just sips the wine silently.

He Lingchuan is generous and has good conversation, which makes the two of them impressed.

However, people come and go like duckweed, and even if you accompany someone for thousands of miles, you will eventually have to say goodbye. He Lingchuan and others disembarked at Blade Port, and the two of them had to continue their sea journey.

He Lingchuan smiled and said, "I'll leave my business to you two!"

"I'll definitely pass on Brother He's words!"

Both parties said goodbye.

Blade Port is very special. The shape of the bay is like a long knife, piercing into the sea fiercely. At a glance, everyone saw that there were small boats in the bay and large ships outside the bay. The berths were basically full, and the masts of ships were lined up.

The pier was bustling with people coming and going.

The crowd passed by the fishing port area, where several fishing boats were unloading.

The dark-skinned coolies were bent over by the heavy cargo, and there were skuas poking their heads in every corner, trying to steal some small fish from the baskets. The broken shells thrown by the fishermen could not scare them away.

The sea surface was sparkling, the harbor ships were riding the waves, and there were gulls and herons gliding on the pier. This picture looked beautiful from a distance, but you couldn't get close.

Once you get close, the terrible stench hit you in the face, leaving you nowhere to hide.

The smell of the sea, the smell of the sea that came ashore here has accumulated over the years, and even the sea breeze can't blow away the fishy smell.

Dong Rui walked here and just frowned slightly. He had smelled all kinds of strange smells in the laboratory, and this was not the most terrible.

Aunt Zhu, needless to say, even thought it smelled good.

He Lingchuan often threw fragrant dumplings, and was no stranger to this kind of fishy smell.

Only Ding Zuodong and his wife, Qiu Hu and a group of Rongshan people almost died. They immediately covered their mouths and noses with pain on their faces.

The group used their true strength and fled from the fishing port like flying.

Blade Port is a busy port with all kinds of people. As soon as they stepped on the land, a little ghost bumped into Ding Zuodong's arms. When Qiu Hu pulled him away, his hand almost touched Ding Zuodong's silver bag.

Several people came over and stared at them.

Qiu Hu didn't want to cause trouble, so he threw the little ghost aside. Seeing that they knew what to do, those guys walked back to the crowd and didn't show up again.

"Let's find an inn. I want to sleep in a bed that doesn't shake." Dong Rui sniffed his clothes. It was stinky and smelled like everything.

At that moment, everyone found an inn with the brightest facade and signboard behind the port and booked a courtyard.

There are a lot of merchant groups going in and out of Blade Harbor, and they often rent the courtyard of the inn. Each of the inns has a large space with its own door and courtyard, which can accommodate 20 to 30 people. There is also a special warehouse, where people and goods live together.

After living in the cramped cabin for two months, He Lingchuan kindly ordered everyone to disband. Those who wanted to eat should eat, those who wanted to sleep should sleep, and those who wanted to play should play, so that they could relax and have a good rest.

He took a bath, changed into clean clothes, and dragged Qiu Hu to the port for a stroll.

This bay is larger than the Baisha Bay where they set out, and the climate is warmer, but the environmental hygiene is far inferior, and salty and humid steam is floating everywhere. He Lingchuan and his partner avoided the restaurants with shiny signs on the main street and walked all the way to the back.

The further back they went, the smaller and older the houses became. So many families could only put tables and chairs at the door.

When He Lingchuan saw them, he remembered his residence in Panlong City, which was also crowded and rubbed like this.

They followed the oil fragrance from the old fire and found a small restaurant in the old street. The wooden sign here was half rotten, and the words on it were blurred. He Lingchuan could only barely recognize the words "Lao Yao Xian... Stall".

There were only four small tables in the store, all full. The remaining guests sat on the doorstep, or simply ate with their bowls.

There were no seats left, but Qiu Hu had a solution.

He held a piece of silver in his hand and waved it around: "Which table has finished eating? Can you make room for me?"

Two diners immediately stood up to take the silver, chewing rice and holding rough bowls in their hands: "You sit down!"

He Lingchuan looked at the guests around him and found that most of them were concentrating on the fried rice, so he said to the chef: "Give me two bowls of this."

The dark and fat proprietress smiled: "Our cold dishes are also delicious, how about some?"

"Just come."

The proprietress turned around and brought over a few side dishes, including a plate of pickled cucumbers, black vinegar jellyfish and raw pickled shrimps.

The jellyfish was cleaned very well, without sand, and it was crunchy when chewed; the pickled shrimps were not made with good wine, but fortunately the shrimps were fresh and sweet enough, and He Lingchuan could easily finish two plates.

Soon, two large bowls of fried rice were served.

This was really served in a large bowl, enough for He Lingchuan to bury his face in.

Seeing Qiu Hu sitting still, he pointed at Qiu Hu's bowl and said, "Eat quickly."

Qiu Hu then grabbed the chopsticks and devoured it all.

After tasting it, no wonder everyone ordered fried rice. It was fried over a long fire, dry, fragrant, salty and fresh, and the mustard greens provided a little bitterness to finish it off. It was especially comfortable to eat on a hot day.

He Lingchuan picked up a small piece of diced meat: "What is this?" It should be seafood, which is also the source of the freshness of the whole bowl of rice.

"Salted fish."

He Lingchuan suddenly realized. It turned out that the faded sign at the door of this small shop was called "Salted Fish Stall". The shop cut the pickled salted fish into cubes and fried it, and then fried it with rice.

This salted fish smells pickled, but it tastes delicious.

But people everywhere in Blade Harbor make salted fish rice. The Yao family has his own skills to make it a neighborhood canteen.

He Lingchuan ordered another portion of fried peeled fish and stir-fried crab with ginger and scallion.

The shop owner was busy, but the proprietress loved to chat with people. He Lingchuan asked her: "Sister, we are new here, is this Blade Port under the jurisdiction of Qing State?"

"Of course, Qing State has set up a special customs office here to manage ships, people and things. Ships entering and leaving have to pay it, and if you commit a crime, it will arrest you and put you in jail."

The guest next to him added: "Goods are also charged for entry, and it depends on what kind of goods they are!"

"I seem to have heard that this port originally belonged to the Bailie people?"

"You heard it a long time ago." The proprietress took away the dishes from the next table, "It was like this decades ago, and then the Bailie people handed the port over to Qing State."

"How can you bear to give away a golden hen that lays eggs?"

Blade Port is the largest deep-water port within 2,000 miles east of Mou State. Countless cargo ships enter and leave every day, and the customs duties alone can make a lot of money. The key is that the money is particularly stable.

According to the expired agreement in He Lingchuan's hand, Qing State rented Blade Harbor from Bailie people and only paid three thousand taels of silver per year.

Three thousand taels, that's just a fraction of Blade Harbor's income, right?

How could Bailie people be willing to give up such a good industry?

"Who would be willing to do that?" The proprietress said quickly, "It seems that the Bailie people beat up the prince of Qing State and took this port to make amends."

A diner next to him said, "I heard that Qing State directly sent troops to take this place back then--" She stretched out her hand and drew a circle, meaning to occupy it by force.

Anyway, Blade Harbor is now the territory of Qing State.

The proprietress looked at He Lingchuan and the other person, with curiosity in her eyes: "Where are you two from?"

"West."

"Mou State? No, your clothes are not from Mou State." The proprietress rubbed her chin, "Bejia?"

"Further west." He Lingchuan smiled, "I heard that trade is free here, and we want to find business opportunities nearby. I wonder how the territory of the Bailie people is?"

The diner next to him said casually, "Then we might as well go to Qing State."