The sound of the waves crashing on the beach was monotonous and constant. All kinds of seabirds were still flying tirelessly in the sky above the port. Ships of goods from overseas were moved back and forth and then sent to various places.
The fishermen who raised fish near the shore paddled out to have a look every day. When they saw dead fish and shrimps, they immediately went to the local medical center nervously and described the tragic situation of the dead fish and shrimps to the professional. It was not until the person in charge of the farming showed an impatient look that the fishermen presented the dead fish and shrimps to him. They watched as the person cut the fish and shrimps into pieces and put them under strange objects to look at. Only then did they feel a little relieved.
The big fishing boats in the distant sea were docked at the shore specially provided for them. The fish that had been gutted and salted were placed on the ground at the port at the fastest speed to be sorted.
The rotten fish were picked out and put aside to wait for further processing. The fish that were not salted enough were salted again. Then, they were exposed to the sun or taken to a special ventilated room to be dried in the shade.
Amidst the fishy smell, the dried salted fish and shrimps were sent to the distribution center and sent to the places where fish and salt were scarce in Tang. As for whether they were steamed or fried, it was not the fishermen's concern.
The railway at the cargo port had been laid. After the great improvement in efficiency, some of the dock porters lost their jobs. They would go to the vocational school in the state capital to learn new survival skills.
For 100 days, they would receive an additional government subsidy that was almost the same as the porter's job. After that, they would be assigned to a designated position by the government. Within a month, if they still could not adapt to the new job, they would be sent back to the school to study again. The subsidy for three months would be reduced by half. At the same time, the official who arranged for them to study specific technical subjects would resign.
Xu Mingyang, the Provincial Governor of Lu Zhou, who caused all the karma, was still working at the port as his scribe, recording the number of working people. Occasionally, he would chat with the locals.
The sea breeze and the sun left the traces of time on his face. His skin was no longer fair, but it made him feel stronger. Compared to the days before, he felt that his life now was much more fulfilling.
It was unknown when Xu Ming Yang had become passionate about writing down the days. He wrote down his daily losses, gains, and sentiments on paper. No matter how busy he was during the day, he would never get tired of it when he returned to the fu at night. There was a period of time when he thought that he was noble, and he even said the same to his wife and concubines.
It wasn't until one day, when he was on holiday and drank too much wine. After strolling around his wives and concubines and other women, he finally expressed his motivation to write about the days. Xiaobei promised him that she was willing to print what he wrote into a book. She had even thought of the book's title. It would be called "The Spring and Autumn of a Provincial Governor's Heart." As for why it wasn't "The Winter and Summer of a Provincial Governor's Heart," it was because when he asked, Xiaoyuan said that history didn't have winter, summer, or warring states. There was only spring and autumn.
Damn, Governor Xu was cursing in his heart. He thought that Sun Mo was writing about the four seasons. If he had known earlier, he wouldn't have asked. He would have been looked down upon by Sun Mo.
What comforted his heart was that Xiaobei promised to first print 200,000 copies. He would sell each copy to the Tang officials and give him 200 copper coins. That was 40,000 strings of coins. If he didn't commit corruption or take bribes, it would be difficult to earn this amount of money just by being an official.
If he could commit corruption and take bribes … then forget it. It was too dangerous. Xiaobei said that he would first sell 20,000 copies of his book to the military officer in Quanzhou. Because he was too rich, he actually threw away countless food at a banquet.
At that moment, Xu Ming Yang's heart was balanced. He was very grateful to the unborn children of the Zhang Family and Wang Family. If they didn't exist, perhaps the Tang Patrol's knife would have fallen on his head. Now, he had a chance to change. For the military officer in Quanzhou, if he didn't get the news in advance and ask for leave to come and ask for punishment, when the four little guys came to the mortal world, it would be the beginning of the beginning of his hell.
"No. 9, stop. Slowly put down the box you are carrying. Find someone to carry it with you. If I find that you are carrying more things, I will deduct your wages for today."
Xu Ming Yang, who was thinking about what to write at night, was awakened by the actions of a stevedore at the exit in front of him. He raised his eyelids and said with an awkward smile.
"It's not heavy." No. 9 put down the box as he was told. He wiped the sweat on his forehead and replied with a silly smile.
"If it's not heavy, then why are your legs shaking? Do you think this official is illiterate? The words on the box say 'one box of ores needs to be inspected overseas'. It seems that you are not satisfied with the life in the night school. It's my fault. After a month, I will personally test you on the first 150 words of the children's initiation. If you can't write one word, come to my house after work. I will personally teach you. Stay away from me, you perverted dog. "
Governor Xu, who was talking to the stevedore No. 9, raised his foot and kicked away a male dog that used his leg as an outlet for physiological needs. He then continued to talk to No. 9, "It's settled. Whose dog is this?"
"Sir, it's a rescue dog." No. 9 said with a sad face. Obviously, he didn't want to learn.
"Have it change positions. The people in the water who need to be saved can't wait for it to finish shaking. When it snows, it'll be killed and eaten. It's very nutritious."
Xu Ming Yang glared at the dog and said.
"Snowing? Fine, sir, you are so kind. Stupid dog, you still dare to come over. Be careful, I'll send you to the north of the Yellow River. It really snows there. " No. 9 cursed at the shameless dog. He then called another stevedore to pick up the box and leave.
Weiwei Xu Ming Yang shook his head and continued to record the work of the stevedore. As for that dog, he admitted that his family's chef had never made dog meat that wasn't disgusting.
"Perhaps it can be given to Zhang Xiaobao. He has done research on this." Xu Ming Yang's thoughts flew again and he muttered to himself.
"Thank you for the compliment. I can indeed make dog meat very delicious, but I don't like to eat dog meat. The process and seasoning are too much. As long as there are other things, I will try my best not to eat dog. Sir Xu, are you used to life at the docks?"
Xu Ming Yang had just finished muttering when a strange yet familiar voice rang out behind him. It was strange because this voice didn't often appear by his ear. It was familiar because even if this voice appeared once, he would firmly remember it because it belonged to Zhang Xiaobao, a person who killed without spilling blood.
"M-Lord Zhang," Xu Ming Yang turned his head and said with a trembling voice.
"Don't, don't call me that. I'm not my adoptive father. Some people call me Master Gao. I'm just the regional governor of the Bohai Commander-In-Chief's Office. We're both third-rank officials, so there's no need to distinguish between high and low."
Zhang Xiaobao, who had brought Wang Juan here for a stroll, said sincerely. However, his words always sounded very hypocritical in the ears of others.
Xu Ming Yang was one of those who felt hypocritical. He stood up and tried his best to make his smile more natural. He nodded at Zhang Xiaobao and Wang Juan respectively and said, "I wonder what brings you here to the docks, Deputy Governor Zhang and Deputy Governor Wang?"
As soon as the words left his mouth, Xu Ming Yang regretted it. He shouldn't have said that. Could it be that they couldn't come to the docks? The docks didn't belong to the Provincial Governor of Lu Zhou. Moreover, he always felt that he didn't have the right to be the Provincial Governor, even though the official seal and documents clearly stated that he was the Provincial Governor of Lu Zhou.
Zhang Xiaobao and Wang Juan smiled at the same time and didn't take it seriously. Zhang Xiaobao said, "Actually, it's nothing serious. A group of grandpas in the nursing home said … that the weather hasn't been good recently. It seems like there's going to be a strong sea breeze. It should be a hurricane."
"Huh? Lord Zhang, don't scare me. "Xu Ming Yang felt a tug in his chest. He clutched his heart and shouted." What are you talking about?
I'm just mentioning it. When you weren't the Provincial Governor, Lu Zhou had several hurricanes. It was just that the rain was heavier, some houses collapsed, and a few rows of trees fell. Calm down. Compared to those times, the hurricanes now are nothing. We're just here to tell you in advance. Don't wait for the wind to blow and panic instead of other people. "
Zhang Xiaobao patted Xu Ming Yang's shoulder and comforted him.
Xu Ming Yang slowly calmed down. When he thought about Lu Zhou's roads and the layout of the houses, he realized that he was not afraid of any hurricanes. The roads were as wide as a square, and there was a sewer built with limestone. It was more than ten feet wide and as tall as a person. He didn't even know how many there were.
The highest house was only three stories high and was built with bamboo. Once the people evacuated, they could just wait for the wind to blow away and come back. With the support of the Zhang Family and Wang Family, the losses were nothing. They could just rebuild the damaged boats at the docks.
"That's good, that's good. I wonder if the titled madams have made the arrangements? My family can just pack up and leave. "Xu Ming Yang, who had calmed down, did not forget to show concern for Zhang Xiaobao and Wang Juan's mother.
Zhang Xiaobao nodded. "It's all done. In fact, I hate the current situation very much. We can't see any signs of the hurricanes, so we can only judge based on experience. If it was in the past, the hurricanes would be gone. If it was sunny, it would be sunny, and if it was raining, it would be pouring. Now, we can't do anything."
As he spoke, Zhang Xiaobao glanced at Wang Juan. Wang Juan nodded. Then, both of them looked up at the sky.
At that time, they could indeed do this. The hurricanes could be eliminated the same way they were formed. It was nothing more than the airflow caused by magnetic fields and cold and heat. Without rain, clouds could be artificially formed. Black clouds could also be artificially dispersed. Everything depended on whether it was cost-effective or not.
Other than human lives, if the losses caused by the weather were less than the amount of money that could be interfered with, they could let it wreak havoc. If it was more expensive, they could stop it. If they had money and wanted to play around, they could create their own hurricanes. The premise was that they did not hurt others.
Zhang Xiaobao and Wang Juan both wanted to know if hurricanes would form and where they would end up. However, they could not fulfill such a simple request. There were no satellites.
However, Xu Ming Yang did not understand the two of them. When he heard Zhang Xiaobao's words, he thought of the immortals. "At that time," he thought of the two of them as immortals.
So he said in a trembling voice, "I, I will do my best to ensure the safety of the local people."
"You don't need to guarantee the safety of the local people. Cuckoo and I are here. I want to ask you, do you know Japanese? In two days, a lot of Japanese will come. Then, Japan needs people from the Tang Empire to go over. Cuckoo and I can't leave, and we can't send all the people in my family who can speak Japanese to take care of things. Otherwise, wouldn't Japan become my home? Can you understand? "
Zhang Xiaobao finally said what he and Wang Juan wanted to talk to Xu Ming Yang about.
Perhaps because Zhang Xiaobao's words were too sudden, Xu Ming Yang did not react for a moment. It was not until another ship approached the dock with a horn that he woke up and asked, "You want me to go to Japan?"
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