The river water roared, and the cargo ship slowly advanced.
This was a shallow water zone, coupled with obstructing mountains and just no wind. For the ship to move forward was extremely difficult.
Fortunately, a group of oarsmen always guarded this area. Seeing the ship approaching, they rushed forward without saying a word, "Boat master, three taels of silver, how about pulling it?"
"Fast Ship Zhang" directly cupped his hands, "Thank you for your hard work, gentlemen."
Three taels of silver, honestly, is a bit expensive, but once divided among more than twenty oarsmen, it wasn't much. They earn with hard work, so "Fast Ship Zhang" also didn't bother to haggle.
"No problem, guaranteed stability for you!"
The oarsman leader smiled sincerely, quickly called his mates, set up the hemp ropes, and collectively exerted effort to pull the ship.
