To reach Meereen from the Summer Sea, one had to pass through three seas: the Summer Sea near the equator, the Gulf of Sorrows between the Land of Long Summer and the Gith Continent, and the Slave Bay that connected to the Gulf of Sorrows through the Maiden of Freedom Strait.
From the day the sun broke, Dragon Queen's "agricultural production" was suspended. The wheat, corn, and rice that had not been filled with milk were all harvested, dried in the wind, and turned into animal feed.
With the Great Leap Forward stopped, the one million people in Slave Bay stopped working.
It was clear that any efficient and rational government would not allow their people to do nothing.
It was a waste of labor and was not conducive to maintaining public order and management.
Danny understood this point, so she immediately arranged a new job for them: all fishermen!
When she had just taken over Astapor, Danny had built a few salt pans by the sea. In recent years, Slave Bay's snowflake salt was also a popular export product.
Because of this, Slave Bay did not lack salt.
This provided a good foundation for the salted fish industry.
When Dragon Queen went to the Westeros to fight deviant ghosts, Little Gold, who had stayed in Slave Bay, went to the sea every day, leading a few pterosaurs to drive the fish in Slave Bay to the shore.
This was just the coastal fishing. There was an even larger deep-sea fishing. After all, Little Gold alone could not have more than one million people around him.
As the starting point of the slave trade, Slave Bay originally had more than a thousand ships of various sizes. In these years of continuous battles, the New Gith Alliance and the Allied Army had sent more than a thousand ships, adding up to more than two thousand merchant ships and warships.
Originally, most of these ships would be sold at the docks at a low price, or their decks would be dismantled for firewood.
Now that the long night had come, Danny used them to form an unprecedented super fishing team.
There were hundreds of thousands of people in Slave Bay participating in this large-scale production, fishing, killing, and pickling.
Ninety-nine percent of them worked in Slave Bay, where there were few storms. Some small sampans with less than ten crew members even set out early and returned late, treating sea fishing as river fishing.
Oh, there were also fishing boats up and down the Black Dragon River and White Dragon River. Dragon Queen also arranged for a group of old people and children to dig for eels, shells, and screws in the paddy fields, ditches, and riversides.
A day's work might not yield much, but the people could not be idle. If they were idle, it would be easy to cause trouble.
Of course, what could truly bring Slave Bay a huge harvest was the Grief Bay and even the Summer Sea's deep-sea fishing.
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The Bay of Sorrows was 80 kilometers away from the Smoke Sea.
A small sun hung on the surface of the sea, and Princess Elia seemed to be covered with a layer of golden-red gauze.
On the bridge, Gisella opened her eyes and sat up from the reclining chair. She pointed in the direction of the sea and said to Blackbeard Grolle, who was looking over, "Mackerel, medium-sized, about two kilometers."
Blackbeard Grolle immediately ordered the sailor under the bridge, "Kuer, turn the rudder 27 degrees to the left. Suarez, cast the net. Jimmy, send the signal — Mackerel, medium scale, two kilometers ahead, prepare to surround them. "
"Yes, Captain!"
Half an hour later, Suarez, who was controlling the trawl, shouted excitedly, "Seven Gods bless us. This is a mature group of mackerel. The average age is at least four years old."
Blackbeard Grolle was delighted when he heard that. He ran down the wooden ladder and came to the side of the ship.
As expected, as the fishing net pulled, mackerel leaped out of the dark sea like silver shuttles. They were about half a meter long.
He picked up the binoculars on his chest and observed the twenty or so ships on the surface of the sea. They seemed to have gained a lot.
"We've gained at least two hundred tons of fish this time!" Grolle sighed in satisfaction.
"Who knows, there might be whales behind the mackerel. Then, the harvest will be even greater." Suarez smiled, revealing two huge front teeth.
The small sun in the sky seemed to have heard their words and said loudly, "I'm tired. I want to rest!"
"Lord Pear, hold on a little longer. The fish were attracted by the sun. Maybe there really are whales coming. A whale is worth a few days of our hard work," Grolle quickly comforted.
The small sun lowered its altitude and scattered light and heat into the sea. It shouted, "It's so cold. I want to go to the west. It's warm there."
"We can't go any further west. The west is the Smoke Sea. There are reefs and demons," Grolle said.
"I'll go there myself after work," the small sun said and fell silent.
"Captain, did you notice that Lord Pear's color has become much lighter compared to half a month ago?" Suarez whispered into Blackbeard's ear.
Grolle stared at Pear for a while and nodded. "It's not as red as before."
"Lord Pear has been attracting fish for us in the day and flashing at night, acting as a lighthouse to guide the fleet. Is it too tiring and sick?" Suarez asked worriedly.
"I don't know about that." Grolle thought for a while and shouted at the small sun, "Lord Pear, are you sick?"
Pear could not be bothered with him.
"You're probably sick." Suarez sighed.
Grolle looked back at the captain's room and said, "I'll ask Her Majesty later."
Another half an hour passed before the heavy fishing net was pulled up to the deck.
Immediately, a group of sailors came over with baskets.
They formed a circle and sat on small stools with a huge wooden chopping board in front of them.
They slapped the fish's head with the back of the knife and knocked it out. They picked it up and placed it on the chopping board. With two slashes, the fish's head and tail were chopped off.
They reached into the fish's stomach and pulled out the innards. The middle section of the fish was thrown into the bamboo basket and knocked out the next fish.
When the half-meter-tall bamboo basket was piled flat, a sailor immediately came over to change the basket.
They carried the basket containing the fish to a pool surrounded by wooden planks at the bow of the ship. They poured out the fish and scattered a handful of white salt on it.
At night, someone would carry a huge clay jar as tall as a person over. They would pick up the fish, divide it into two pieces, rub coarse salt, and put it into the jar.
The jar was filled, sealed, and carried into the cabin.
In fact, the fish's head, tail, and even the fish's innards were not thrown away. They were all placed in the jar.
The fish's head and tail were sprinkled with a thin layer of salt. They were dried and used as livestock feed when they returned, and the innards were used to make dung.
While the sailors were salting the fish, Grolle personally went to the kitchen to bring a tray to the captain's room.
"Your Majesty, it's time for dinner."
Ji Qi stepped forward to receive the tray and removed the lid. It was a steaming hot pot with chili oil. There were prawn balls the size of a child's fist, lumps of golden fish roe, green kelp slices, and milky white cuttlefish fillets inside …
It was filled to the brim with a rich aroma.
The main dish was a few pieces of burnt yellow baguettes.
"Let's eat together," Danny first scooped up a bowl of seafood stew with a spoon. She tore the bread into pieces and soaked them in the bowl until they were soft.
Grolle thanked her and scooped a bowl for himself.
Ji Qi took out three glasses and poured wine for the queen and the admiral. Then, she sat down next to the queen and scooped soup for herself.
"Whoosh —" A line of fire flew into the room through the gap in the window and turned into a big crow.
"Mother Goddess, I want to go to the Sea of Smoke in the west to recharge," Yali said.
"You're not a battery. Why recharge? Turn into a big crow and sleep. You'll be full of energy the next day, "Danny laughed.
"Hey, I like places with fire."
"Then sleep in the furnace," Danny said.
The big crow nodded and sighed. "I've slept in a charcoal furnace before, but the charcoal fire was not as tasty as the fire in the west."
This time, Danny was interested. "The Sea of Smoke is only a few dozen kilometers away. You can feel it?"
"It seems like the fire in the west makes me feel comfortable."
The fire in the Sea of Smoke came from underground. It was a fourth-level earth fire, so of course, it was more "tasty" than a first-level fire.
If possible, the best place for the fire elves to rest would be volcanic magma. If they absorbed the earth fire for a long time, maybe they could evolve into … Lahlo?
"Go. Remember, don't go too deep into the Sea of Smoke," Danny said.
After Yali cheered and left, Grolle said, "Yali's fire is not as red as it was a few days ago. Is it sick?"
"Then, do you feel that the light on its body is dimming?" Danny asked with a smile.
Grolle thought carefully and said in surprise, "Not only is it not dimming, it seems to be brighter than before."
"Yali is turning from a fireball into a ball of light," Danny said.
"Isn't a fireball a ball of light?" Grolle looked confused.
"Is it brighter under the sun or by the fireplace?" Danny asked.
"Of course it's brighter with the sun."
"Then, is it hotter under the sun or by the fireplace?" Danny asked again.
"Fireplace …" Grolle frowned.
He was touched, but he still couldn't figure it out.
"Just think of it as Yali growing from the fireplace to the sun." Danny shrugged and didn't explain further.
If Blackbeard was an Extraordinaire, she could explain it clearly in one sentence: In the recent days of cultivation, she had comprehended her own Song of Light.
Because she didn't have a light attribute meditation method, Danny didn't think that the "Lady of Light's Destiny" could immediately bring her benefits other than the growth of her spirit.
In fact, she didn't deliberately comprehend Song of Light.
The appearance of Song of Light was a pure surprise, or rather, a shock.
Danny was frightened.
Ever since Little Gold entered the space inside the Great Wall that she named the "World's Origin", every time she cultivated, she would be in the state of Song of Wind with the little Golden Dragon Spirit.
Just like when the world was born, in the World's Origin, all kinds of Songs of Law were opened to Danny, making cultivation twice the result with half the effort.
At that time, she was listening to the Song of Fire sung by the world. Just as she was comprehending something, the nine-colored meditation vortex in her sea of consciousness suddenly "expanded".
Her meditation foundation didn't really expand, but from the root, it emitted a brilliant platinum light. The white light formed an even larger vortex shadow outside the nine-colored vortex.
It was like two vortexes superimposed on each other.
The inner vortex was a nine-colored entity rotating counterclockwise, while the outer vortex was a golden entity rotating clockwise.
Danny was bewildered as she sank her consciousness into the newly formed golden vortex.
Then, she blankly discovered that she had an additional 36% completion rate of Song of Light.
In other words, Lahlo, like the sheep egg, began to lose the Song of Law, and lost nearly 40% of Song of Light at once.
Perhaps, that unlucky guy who was "sitting at home, but disaster fell from the sky" had already lost the status of a true god.
She was ecstatic, but she didn't understand why.
Until she noticed that because of burning hundreds of fire crows, her Song of Fire had also increased to 36%!
She seemed to have understood something.
After studying for a few more days, she understood how Lahlo maintained Song of Light without disappearing when the sun was extinguished.
When the world was just born from the first flame, it was dark. There was no sun, and naturally, there was no Song of Light.
When the first sun appeared, Song of Light also appeared.
But what was the essence of the sun?
Fire.
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