"Here comes the ship, guys! Get moving! "Simbady raised his arms and yelled.
"Oh, oh, oh!" The clansmen of the Fishbone Clan swarmed to the dock and began to work. Some were responsible for fixing the mooring ropes, and some were responsible for building the gangplank. Although it looked like a mess, there was no delay in their work. As long as they did not board the ship, they were as good as experienced sailors. It was hard to imagine that a year and a half ago, these people had barely seen the sea, let alone done such a thing.
Soon, all the supplies on the ship were moved away.
"Simbady, they said we can ship the goods now!"
"Red goods or black goods, and how many barrels of each. Have you asked them?"
"Don't worry, I've memorized them all!"
"Okay, let's get started!"
"Goods" was a commonly used abbreviation. The entire Endless Cape produced only one kind of goods, Styx River Black Water. However, as the mining area expanded, the Sand Nation found that it had more than one color. In the other two underground valleys, there was dark red water and dark green water from the Styx River. They were also flammable, but had different properties and smells. Therefore, for convenience, people began to use "goods" instead of black water, which soon spread among northerners.
This was the fourth time Simbady had worked at the Festive Harbor.
He remembered that when he first set foot on this barren desert, his first thought was that if he could survive, he must get as far away from this place as possible after three months. However, beyond his imagination, a city had gradually taken root in the southernmost part of the desert. If the recovery of the oasis was a miracle, then the Festive Harbor was a miracle.
The reason why the Endless Cape became a place of exile was because it had nothing but danger. Even the most experienced hunter could not survive alone. To the Sand Nation, only the Three Gods were capable of building a city that could accommodate hundreds or even thousands of people.
He had thought that the chief, who had underestimated the power of the desert, would completely give up this ridiculous idea after his attempt failed. However, he did not expect that the Sand Nation, who had lived here for hundreds of years, knew nothing about the desert.
The Endless Cape wasn't completely empty.
It was just that they had never realized it.
The first problem to be overcome was the water source.
The northern official named Konkreit led them to build an endless reservoir, which was covered with a black membrane. At first, they did not see anything strange about it, but when the Months of Demons ended, the people of the Sand Nation found that the sun could really separate the white salt from the seawater. The water vapor condensed into dew on the thin film, and then flowed along the inclined surface into the pipe groove, and finally into the storage tank. The more intense the sunlight, the faster the water would be stored. Although a pond could not produce much fresh water, when hundreds of ponds were added together, the amount of water would be considerable.
Now, such reservoirs were still being expanded. Not only could they meet the needs of the Sand Nation, but they could also supply the ships of Neverwinter. This completely overturned the stereotype of the Sand Nation of the Mojin Clan.
Secondly, there was the problem of housing.
It was impossible to rely on a tent to withstand the midday sun. The closer it was to summer, the more difficult it would be. If there was no reliable place to hide from the heat, even if there was water, it would not last long.
It was said that the stone of the Iron Sand City came from the Southernmost Region before the desertification. This was also the reason why there were so many oases on the Silver Stream but only one city.
However, the northerners still used local materials.
They built furnaces and used black water as fuel. They filled the furnaces with silt fished out from the bottom of the sea and filtered fine yellow sand to make bricks. Since there was an endless supply of raw materials, the Festive Harbor soon had a batch of brick bungalows with double-layered walls and ceilings. Although it was not as good as the oases under the shade of the trees, it was still a stable shelter.
Finally, there was food.
Elder Thuram of the Osha clan commanded everyone to set up dozens of fishing nets on the beach. Every time the tide rose, the nets would be completely swallowed up by the seawater, and when the tide ebbed, a large number of strange prey such as crabs, sea snakes, sea urchins, and so on would appear in the "square" formed by the fishing nets. At first, Simbady did not dare to eat these strange food, but under the threat of Thuram's whip, he had to bite the bullet and obey.
He was surprised to find that the food tasted good.
Although the staple food still had to be transported from Neverwinter, the food they had was much better than a year and a half ago.
Simbady's attitude gradually changed after he had enough food and shelter. When the three-month assignment was over, he chose to continue working in the Festive Harbor, which surprised even himself.
After all, the salary here was much higher than in the Port of Clearwater.
Of course, he had another reason.
...
After the last boat was filled, the busy day came to an end.
"Simbady, thank you for your hard work today."
"See you tomorrow morning, brother!"
"I want to go to the market later. Do you want to go with me?"
Simbady had become the nominal leader of the Fishbone clan because of his participation in the assignment. Whenever there was a task, he would be the first person Thuram would look for. In the face of such a change, he was really flattered. When he was still in the Silver Stream Oasis, he was an inconspicuous member of the clan. Not to mention being in charge of any affairs, there were not many people who were willing to talk to him. But now, not only did the younger generation treat him as a leader, but some girls even extended a hand to him. Not only was he grateful to the Great Chieftain, he also felt a little proud.
However, Simbady did not accept those invitations.
Because he already had someone in his heart.
"Hey, wait for me, Simbady!"
When he was about to leave the dock to find Mully, he heard a familiar voice.
Simbady could not help smiling. He turned around with a smile, but his expression suddenly froze.
It was indeed Mully, the girl with long black braids. She was the only girl in the clan who did not dislike him.
After Carlone, the favored one, left the dispatch team, Mully did not choose to quit, which was one of the main reasons why he persisted. Simbady thought he might have a chance, but now he saw Mully holding a man's hand and running towards him.
And that man was not a Mojin Clan man!
"Mully, you... and he..." Simbady stammered.
"Ah!" Mully suddenly noticed that they were holding hands. She hurriedly loosened her grip and smiled embarrassedly. "I was in a hurry to bring him to you, so I dragged him all the way here."
"Is... is that so?"
"Phew, this lady is really strong." The man gasped. "I couldn't stop even if I wanted to. It was as if I was being pulled by a bull... The Ironsand Nation of the Mojin Clan lives up to its name." He looked Simbady up and down. "Let me introduce myself... I'm Rex, and I come from the Fjords across the sea."
"I know you're from the Fjords," Simbady said, standing in front of Mully warily. "I don't have any relics to take back. You can go now!"
The Festive Harbor had been developing steadily, gradually expanding its territory and population. However, the past three months had completely broken the calm. The Endless Cape seemed to have become a popular shipping route overnight. A large number of Fjords ships appeared in this new harbor city, bringing a series of troubles.
These islanders, who claimed to be explorers, either dug holes or bought all kinds of strange things from the dispatch team. For a time, the Festive Harbor was in chaos. That's right, their swarming had indeed made this place extremely lively, and the gradually forming market was also quite popular with the Mojins. In this way, everyone could use their salary to buy things they liked, instead of having to wait until they returned to the Port of Clearwater to spend it. But what was more impressive was a series of negative news.
For example, an explorer who wanted to explore the Styx River fell into the valley, and no one knew whether he was dead or alive. In the end, it was the Mojin Clan who cleaned up the mess and rescued him.
Another example was that some explorers bought suspicious stones and metal utensils from the Mojin Clan, but they used counterfeit money, which almost led to a violent conflict between the two sides.
The most outrageous thing was that they even tried to steal the source of life in the Festive Harbor. As they coveted the strange membrane used for the cisterns, the roofs of several cisterns were missing. This incident eventually alerted the First Army, who arrested the criminals and sent them directly to Neverwinter. It was said that what awaited them was a lifetime of mine labor.
Simbady was wary of the Fjords people because of the endless troubles that kept coming.
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