It was a large steamship that no one expected.
It was more than ten meters high, its black body coming from the blue sea and sky in the distance, enveloping the waves, with Uncle Jin on the bow waving and shouting happily towards the shore.
"A bountiful harvest, a great bountiful harvest!"
Hearing his words, Aunt Hua was even more delighted.
A great harvest meant that this winter, everyone in the village wouldn't have to starve and could have a good winter.
Yan Wanqing instructed her subordinates, "Let's go over too, and wait to help out."
Being new here, one always needs to contribute something to quickly blend in with the village.
The ship docked, and the captain and his strong men anchored and secured it well.
this was their village's most precious asset, even more valuable than their lives; they couldn't afford any mistakes.
Once the ship was stable, the villagers couldn't wait to get on board.
Yan Wanqing also wanted to board but was pulled back by Aunt Hua.
