Li Changan went out with the freshly steamed cooking cakes in his arms and the drink he had brewed yesterday. The other people and ghosts, including the children, also followed behind carrying burdens and bamboo baskets on their backs.
At that time, the sky was still dark and the morning fog was still thick.
The surroundings were gray, but there were already noisy voices on the road, and faces could be vaguely seen emerging from the fog, silently gathering into a crowd, all the way eastward.
When arriving at Qingbo Gate in the south of Qiantang.
The morning bell of the Sixty-Four Temple has knocked on the city gate.
The long stream of people then poured in, passed through the city gate, and merged into the streets, forming a "turbulent flow."
Li Changan and his gang changed their formation, with adults outside and children inside, and were pushed into the city by the crowd.
At this time, the sky was brighter, but the fog did not appear thinner, probably because it was injected with golden red by the morning sun, giving it a grainy texture. The fog deposited in the streets and alleys, giving people the wonderful illusion of swimming in water.
But after all, the "fog and flood" conditions were lower, revealing the high and low cornices of the neighborhood.
Today, Fangshi woke up extremely early, and people of all kinds kept pouring into the streets and alleys, rubbing shoulders and sweating profusely.
People can't walk freely in it at all. They have to be hugged, pushed back and noisy by the crowd, heading east into the deeper parts of the golden-red fog river.
The crowd passed through the long street, crossed the stone bridge, walked through the market, and passed through a city gate.
The fog became thicker, blocking out the sun and making everything look golden and red.
Continue east for another mile.
Gradually, a rumbling sound was heard, like the beating of war drums, and thousands of troops and horses were attacking at the same time.
Only then did the crowd stop and disperse.
Li Changan and his gang escaped and found an open space. They counted a lot of people. The adults were sorting out the drinks in the buckets and the bowls, spoons, folding stools and other sundries in the baskets on their backs. The children were chirping and playing, ready to move.
Behind him, the morning bell rang the final round.
In front of me, I saw a red sun emerging from the "sea".
It boils the clouds above and the fog below, and the bright light splits the chaos, and the sea of fog in front of you melts visibly with the naked eye.
It shows where the war drum came from.
The sparkling green weaves a shuttle of white threads.
The green color is the surging sea, and the white color is the gradually rising tide.
Nearby, on the shore, on the seawall where the tide turned into countless foams, there were already crowds of tourists and vendors who had come early to occupy a good position, arguing, scuffling, talking, laughing, whispering, or
Bargaining...men and women, old people and children, local customers and merchants, all bustling and lively.
On the stone pond one level higher, many stands, colorful pavilions, or square open spaces were erected with high curtains, where men and women in luxurious clothes came and went.
These curtains and balconies are lined up along the stone pond for more than ten miles, like houses arranged closely together.
Everything in front of me was observed in a trance.
It was as if the rising sun had poured out a prosperous coastal town in the sea of fog in an instant.
Today is August 15th, which is the peak time for watching the tide in Qiantang. It is also a festival for people in Qiantang to worship the tide.
…………
The stone pond was filled with people and became more and more lively.
But the festival was not held, and Jiang Chao's momentum was not high, as if everyone was waiting for an opportunity.
This opportunity lies on the northeastern coast.
There is a rolling low mountain there.
The sun is high and the morning light has faded.
But there was still a thin cloud hanging over the low mountain.
In fact, not only today, but every morning or evening when you look at the top of the city, you can see that the glow on this mountain lasts longer than anywhere else, which is very strange.
Therefore, people in Qiantang Dynasty said that this mountain is "covered with golden clouds in the morning and red clouds in the evening". It is the place where clouds and clouds live, and is called "Qixia Mountain".
The living immortals and Buddhas of the thirteen families believed that the noisy and dirty world in the city hindered their spiritual practice, and they could not bear to leave the sentient beings behind. They said that this mountain was wonderful because it was one of the few blessed places in the world, so they chose to build this mountain nearby.
As a separate garden, a Taoist temple was built on the mountain for Qing Dynasty.
Li Changan looked around and saw pavilions and pavilions looming among the flowers, trees and rocks in the gradually thinning glow.
only……
Among the thirty-six caves and seventy-two blessed places, is there such a number as "Qixia Mountain"?
"It's fake." Huangwei hehe, "Eight hundred years ago, this area was still soaking in the sea. How could it be such a paradise?"
"According to "Qian Tang Jialan Lu", a few miles from Qian Tang's sea gate was the place where ancestors boiled the sea. The name was also appropriate, so it was called 'Yanguan'. Later, the Thirteen Family took a fancy to it and built a palace.
The salt farmers were not allowed to continue collecting firewood and drying salt nearby, so the salt farm was moved south to Yuyao, and the price of salt on the market was therefore 20 to 30% higher."
His temper has been getting worse recently, and he even dares to "make irresponsible remarks" about the temple.
Can turn around...
The sound of drumming could be heard in the distance.
The bustling crowd on the embankment suddenly became commotion, like birds and animals scattering.
"Hurry up!"
Huang Tail also quickly put away his gesticulating face, as if his buttocks were on fire, and waved everyone off the causeway.
Li Changan didn't know why, but he followed him.
Not long after.
Once the causeway was empty, people took refuge on the nearby slopes.
The slope was so narrow and crowded that it was difficult to stand, but there were few complaints among the crowd. Everyone stood on tiptoe and looked up at the source of the sound - at the foot of Qixia Mountain, the drum music gradually became clearer, and the feather emblems of palace merchants were elegant and distant, and they were by no means ordinary and extravagant.
The rays of light are sinking and the clouds are thick.
A team came slowly.
Among them, both men and women are dressed as Taoists. The Kun Taoist has hibiscus pink face, and his eyebrows are as pale as the distant mountains; the Qian Taoist wears a golden crown on his head, holds a jade wat, and has a solemn appearance.
The flags are fluttering and the clouds follow.
Seen from a distance, it looks like the immortals in Wu Daozi's "Picture of Immortals" have stepped out of the scroll.
someone shouts
"Fajiao is leaving!"
…………
The bustle on the shore suddenly calmed down.
The crowd didn't care about the crowd, they were like the tide on the river, following the shouts they fell to the ground in batches.
certainly.
There were also many tourists from out of town who came to watch the tide. Although they were carried up the slope by the crowd, they still stood upright and confused.
But when the Taoist team got closer and closer.
Only then did he see that in the clouds hovering over the team, there were countless phantoms of gods looming.
The gods appeared holy, but the tourists didn't understand and quickly kowtowed.
for a while.
Up and down the Shitang Causeway, there were all prostrated backs, and some dead people who were mixed with the crowd wanted to bury themselves in the soil.
Li Changan was secretly looking around, but he was spotted by a golden-armored god general, who immediately looked over.
Taoist priests keep their heads down and avoid trouble.
The procession shrouded in drums and rays of light faded away, and the people and ghosts here slowly got up.
Everyone was still excited about the scene of Wan Shen Jing Cong.
Li Changan was thoughtful.
Huang Wei saw this and winked and said, "Is this what a man should do?"
Li Changan smiled and shook his head, "A Taoist doesn't like to be a man."
between words.
The team has arrived at the place where the tide is sacrificed.
The altar is not located on the causeway, but on a huge rock standing on the bank of the river mouth.
According to legend, this huge stone originally stood in the middle of the river. When the wind was strong and the waves were high, ships would often hit this stone, destroying the ship and killing people. Therefore, it was called "Rakshasa Stone", which means as dangerous as an evil ghost.
Later, Xu Zhenren sent strong men to uproot it and place it on the seaside, so that the river became a thoroughfare.
Thousands of years ago, the real person also opened an altar on this stone, cast a seal, and suppressed the demonic dragon.
No gossip.
By the Rakshasa Stone a thousand years ago, now in front of the Zhenlong Platform, the Taoist priests have already set up their posture, flags are waving, and drums and drums are playing.
The glow in the sky swirled for a while, then suddenly gathered and fell into the Dragon Zhentai.
Anger surged in the audience.
The glow on the stage changes, and Er transforms into a Taoist priest.
Purple feather coat, lotus crown, robe sleeves are fluttering in the wind, ready to fly.
Just seeing his back from a distance makes people believe that this is a Youdao Quanzhen, a living god.
But when he turned his head, his face was covered with a golden mask, decorated with pearls and jade. It was expensive, but it pulled down the mortal world from the clouds.
Someone on the shore exclaimed.
"Is Master Baibao personally hosting this year?!"
Baibao Zhenren.
A name that is both thunderous and far away.
Like thunder piercing the ears because he is the abbot of Zengfu Temple, one of the thirteen temples.
Distantly, as one of the actual leaders of Qiantang, a big city whose influence radiates at home and abroad, what does it have to do with Taoist priests, a foreign ghost who hangs out in slums?
all in all.
As a wild ghost, Li Changan quietly promoted his own fragrant drinks in the crowd.
As a real person, Bai Bao burned incense on the table to offer sacrifices to ghosts and gods in front of everyone's attention.
He pinches magic formulas with his hands and spits out orders from his mouth.
But I saw wisps of cloud hanging down from the clouds, lingering above the Dragon Zhentai.
Accompanying the disciples in the audience, they played Taoist music.
All the protector gods showed their shapes, either as goddesses flying into the sky, or as spiritual officials with angry eyes. Their majestic power stirred up the wind and clouds, and thousands of troops pressed their heads down on the clouds.
But this majesty was just a foil. A treasure chariot slowly lowered in the center of the guardian gods.
There is only one bronze seal on the chariot.
The shape of the copper seal is simple and unremarkable.
However, Master Baibao worshiped it again and again, then carefully picked it up and placed it on the stone altar in the temple.
At that time, the river tide was gradually rising, the wind was high and the waves were strong, and the sea and sky were weaving silver, pushing the waves towards the sea, with a sound like thunder. The tide beat against the seawall, splashing thousands of meters of water, and people on the embankment felt as if the earth was shaking and the mountains were shaking.
feel.
But as soon as the bronze seal touched the altar, it landed on the Zhenlong Platform.
At this moment.
The wind has died down and the waves have calmed down.
Look at Jianghai again.
It is as quiet as a flat lake, with no waves.
Li Changan finally asked, "What is that?"
Huang Wei breathed a sigh of relief.
"One of the three treasures of Qian Tang, left by Master Xu Tian - Zhenhai Seal."
…………
A small seal flattens the sea.
Master Baibao recited the imperial edict on Zhenlong Platform.
It tells the story of Xu Zhenren leading the Patriarch of Sixty-Four Temples to suppress the demonic dragon.
He was far away on the boulder by the river, and his voice was not high-pitched, but his voice carried a grand, broad and sacred power, so that every word of it seemed to be chanted by every onlooker on the long embankment that filled the miles.
in the ears.
When a living person listens to it, it feels like spring breeze turning into rain, and it makes people admire him unconsciously.
The dead man listened, but every word was like thunder, and the sound was like a big drum beating his heart. The ghost was afraid and respectful, and did not dare to feel even a hint of disobedience.
It can be said that it blesses thousands of families and subdues all ghosts.
Li Changan slandered.
As expected, it is the temple of the God of Wealth, and the power of incense is free of charge.
Next, follow the steps step by step.
After the sacrifice was completed, all the Taoists accompanying him also put away various magical instruments. As usual, the Zhenhai Seal was left on the stage, while the real person rose into the sky and flew into a tide-watching building on the shore.
He entered the main seat, and there were guests waiting for him at the nearby banquets. Seeing the real person coming, they all came up to greet him.
These people speak modestly, but it can be imagined that they are all prominent figures in Qiantang City.
Among them was an acquaintance, a Taoist priest, and Mr. Hua was also among them. The old man had a donkey temper, and the host of the Zengfu Temple greeted him in person, neither salty nor indifferent.
Bai Bao didn't even care. After talking and sitting down, he took out a copper chime from his sleeve, held it in his hand, and then took off the jade hairpin from his crown.
Qiang~
There was a clear and long cry on the stage.
Smoke billowed out suddenly at the mouth of the river.
Instantly.
The water surface changed from extremely still to extremely dynamic.
The tide suddenly rose across the sea and blocked the river, and the momentum suddenly became powerful.
The rivers and seas are boiling again.
Also at this time.
Several cannon shots rang out on the river, and dozens of boats came out from the direction of the pier.
They swim against the tide, just like fish chasing in the waves for fun, and people on the shore are dizzy to see them.
soon.
Then they dispersed suddenly and formed a horizontal array at the simmering point of the river, standing still despite the ups and downs of the waves.
Immediately afterwards.
Several men jumped out of each boat.
They have excellent water quality and can ride on the waves as if they were on flat ground, as if the turbulent Qiantang River mouth was just a small pond.
This is Qian Tang's annual repertoire - the trend show. These guys are all carefully selected trendsetters. They are not only excellent in water skills, but also extremely courageous.
Of course, their use of the tide is not just to show off their bravery or to entertain the gods and people. They all have their own shipping gangs and trading companies behind them, and their use of the tide also has the meaning of advertising.
So just swimming in the water is not enough fun. Some picked up suonas and played on the water, some played in pairs among the waves, some waved long flags... There are all kinds of tricks, each showing his ability.
"look!"
Loach exclaimed.
"Brother Shuisheng!"
Li Changan took a closer look and saw that it was He Shuisheng who was carrying a red flag among the trend-setters.
Like other tide-dwellers, he played with various postures in the tide. But only he and a few others could keep the tail of the flag in his hands from getting wet while riding the waves.
Every year, outstanding ones among the trendsetters become famous, and many wealthy businessmen recruit them as their sons-in-law.
He Shuisheng was a man of great skill and talent, and there was already a blushing girl on the shore quietly asking for his name.
He Wumei was very confused.
On the one hand, he was worried about the dangerous storms, on the other hand, he was happy that his child had a future, but on the other hand, he was worried that He Shuisheng already had a sweetheart and it would be difficult to find a good family.
After not struggling for too long, the crowd suddenly burst into exclamations.
She quickly turned around and looked.
Sea and sky.
The spring tide suddenly increases fiercely, and the following tide piles up on the preceding one, making the head of the tide stand as high as a mountain.
Just as the poet said, Yucheng comes from the snowy mountains and the sky!
The athletes who were riding the tide were immediately swallowed up by the tide.
The shore held its breath for a moment, but fortunately, the athletes quickly emerged from the water one by one.
It’s just that the player lost his instrument and was listless.
The man holding the flag broke the flagpole, and the flag cloth was so wet that he couldn't lift it up.
While the people on the shore were laughing, they counted carefully and found that two were missing.
The laughter died down.
A red flag suddenly pierced the blue waves, and He Shuisheng broke out of the sea, holding the flag in one hand and another athlete in the other.
The man was a bit weak in water and was knocked dizzy by the tide. He Shuisheng not only saved his life, but also kept the flagpole in his hand intact.
The cheers and admiration naturally doubled on the shore.
After some twists and turns, even Li Changan was fascinated. He was carrying a teapot to add fragrant drinks to the guests, and the water overflowed and wet the guest's sleeves, and he was slowly awakened.
Fortunately, the guest just joined in the cheers and didn't care.
But not everyone is so winking.
Over at He Wumei, a guest with a goatee shook his head and clicked his tongue.
"It's a pity, it's a pity. Why doesn't the Sea Dragon King want a son-in-law this year?"
"The Dragon King recruits a son-in-law" is a euphemism, but it actually means that the tide-dwellers drowned in the waves. Goatee's lament is not unusual. After all, some people are swept away by the tide every year, which is also part of Qiantang's tide watching.
However, the person he said he was looking for a son-in-law was He Shuisheng. He Wumei, who was always gentle to others, lost her temper and took the bowl away and refused to sell it to him.
Goatee's eyebrows stood up, but before he could open his mouth, the country guys nearby turned their eyes, and he suddenly lost his arrogance and walked away muttering.
…
He Shuisheng was in the limelight, but as the tide in the river got higher, there was no room for him to show off anymore, so he got on the boat.
But the drama is not over yet.
If you can't swim in the water, you can still sail a boat.
The tides are rising one after another, and the surface of the river has become undulating like mountains. The ships among them have climbed to the top of the mountain for a while, then turned around and fell to the bottom of the abyss again.
Although it is not as fancy as Fusui, it is even more thrilling.
If you are not careful, you will be crushed into powder by the tide.
However, the ships of various shipping gangs did not retreat, but instead competed with each other in the vast expanse of blue water. Whoever can persist longer will have better sailing skills, and the more likely they will be able to win in future sea trade.
More shares.
It is a pity that although He Shuisheng won the first place in the Fu River, the craftsmanship of the boat he was in was slightly inferior, and he soon couldn't hold on and left in embarrassment.
There are only a few large merchants left on the river who continue to show off their power.
Gradually.
The river tide became more and more turbulent, and the tides came one after another with a roar, as if the Sea Dragon King went crazy, uprooting the fairy mountains on the sea one after another, and drove them all into the sea-defending stone pond on the shore.
Jade ice cracked and rotten silver flew everywhere.
No one could stand on the causeway anymore, and the crowds were retreating to higher places. At this time, on the second level of the causeway, the high platforms erected by wealthy families and the stretched curtains became the perfect place to watch Qian Tang's wrath.
The battle on the river also came to a conclusion, and a boat gang traveling to Southeast Asia had the last laugh.
The sea-going ship fired a few cannons to declare victory, and then sailed onto the tide, as if riding the high tide in triumph.
While the onlookers on the shore were cheering and admiring, some people were sharp-eyed.
look!
There is also a boat!
Everyone is looking forward to it.
But in the depths of the tide, there was actually a boat coming against the waves.
Although the crowd on the shore exclaimed, they were not surprised.
Qiantang is a place full of opportunities. You can get rich quickly and you can get poor quickly. There are always warriors who risk their lives to get ahead. This ship is probably like that.
But as the ship sailed closer, those who knew better could see that something was wrong.
Usually, the boats used for making tides are specially made. They should not be too big, as it would be difficult to operate in treacherous storms; they should also not be too small, as they would not be able to hold down the tide and would easily be overturned. Medium and strong boats should be used.
, the shape is also closer to a warship.
But this boat is a common big lucky boat, with a square head and a big belly. It is the first choice for merchants to go to sea, but it is clumsy and difficult to use in the tide. This kind of lucky boat is used to break into Qiantang Bay when the tide is strong.
Rather than risking his life, he was risking his life. It was almost foreseeable that a tragic shipwreck was about to happen.
Then the onlookers on the shore cheered louder and louder.
The great fortune ship seemed to be inspired, so it boarded the waves and came to the shore.
The tide pushed the ship like flying.
In the blink of an eye.
It is no more than a hundred feet offshore.
The cheers on the shore were much smaller, probably because some people saw that the ship seemed to be damaged from the sails to the hull, as if it had just experienced a disaster.
Fifty battles closer.
Most of the cheers were gone, and the onlookers could clearly see that the deck of the lucky ship was empty, with no one around. Could it be a ghost ship?!
The lucky ship breaks into within a hundred steps.
No one cheered for a long time, only a panic - there was no one on the boat, which meant - the big boat rushed straight towards the stone pond. When it approached, it was suddenly thrown high by the tide, carrying the toyed boat with it.
Angry, he hit it hard.
Crash sound.
Cracking sound.
It was deafening for a moment.
When the spectators gathered again, everyone was in panic and speechless. Only Jiang Chao's increasingly high-pitched "laughter" was mixed with the miserable howls and moans of the unlucky people around him who were affected.
The place where the lucky boat hit was originally a wooden tower built by a wealthy family to watch the tide. Without any time to dodge, the whole family was crushed into a pulp and mixed in the sawdust.
The lucky boat was lying on the ruins mixed with broken wood and bones and flesh. The hull was loose and seemed to be falling apart. There were fire smoke and blood stains everywhere.
There is a gap in the belly of the ship that allows people to enter and exit. It is dark and attracts prying eyes.
More and more onlookers gathered around, but no one dared to step forward until a usually bold rogue came out to take the lead.
"Hey! They were probably attacked by pirates. All the people died, but the ship escaped and drifted with the tide. There might be treasure in the middle of the ship. It's time for grandpa to get rich!"
Not only did he step forward carelessly, he even broke into the cabin to find out what was going on.
soon……
A sharp exclamation made the already moved people take a few steps back.
Then came the unbearable wait.
finally.
The rogue crawled out of the breach on all fours. His companions rushed forward, helped him up, and took him away from the lucky boat, asking what was in the boat.
But Popi was in a daze, and his words could not come out, which made a rough guy next to him angry. He grabbed his clothes and slapped him in the face.
Finally, the rogue's eyes were focused.
"What on earth did your mother-in-law see?"
He said
"dead."
"They're all dead."
As soon as he raised his voice, before he could say anything, the country guys nearby all turned their eyes, and he suddenly lost his arrogance and walked away muttering.
…
He Shuisheng was in the limelight, but as the tide in the river got higher, there was no room for him to show off anymore, so he got on the boat.
But the drama is not over yet.
If you can't swim in the water, you can still sail a boat.
The tides are rising one after another, and the surface of the river has become undulating like mountains. The ships among them have climbed to the top of the mountain for a while, then turned around and fell to the bottom of the abyss again.
Although it is not as fancy as Fusui, it is even more thrilling.
If you are not careful, you will be crushed into powder by the tide.
However, the ships of various shipping gangs did not retreat, but instead competed with each other in the vast expanse of blue water. Whoever can persist longer will have better sailing skills, and the more likely they will be able to win in future sea trade.
More shares.
It is a pity that although He Shuisheng won the first place in the Fu River, the craftsmanship of the boat he was in was slightly inferior, and he soon couldn't hold on and left in embarrassment.
There are only a few large merchants left on the river who continue to show off their power.
Gradually.
The river tide became more and more turbulent, and the tides came one after another with a roar, as if the Sea Dragon King went crazy, uprooting the fairy mountains on the sea one after another, and drove them all into the sea-defending stone pond on the shore.
Jade ice cracked and rotten silver flew everywhere.
No one could stand on the causeway anymore, and the crowds were retreating to higher places. At this time, on the second level of the causeway, the high platforms erected by wealthy families and the stretched curtains became the perfect place to watch Qian Tang's wrath.
The battle on the river also came to a conclusion, and a boat gang traveling to Southeast Asia had the last laugh.
The sea-going ship fired a few cannons to declare victory, and then sailed onto the tide, as if riding the high tide in triumph.
While the onlookers on the shore were cheering and admiring, some people were sharp-eyed.
look!
There is also a boat!
Everyone is looking forward to it.
But in the depths of the tide, there was actually a boat coming against the waves.
Although the crowd on the shore exclaimed, they were not surprised.
Qiantang is a place full of opportunities. You can get rich quickly and you can get poor quickly. There are always warriors who risk their lives to get ahead. This ship is probably like that.
But as the ship sailed closer, those who knew better could see that something was wrong.
Usually, the boats used for making tides are specially made. They should not be too big, as it would be difficult to operate in treacherous storms; they should also not be too small, as they would not be able to hold down the tide and would easily be overturned. Medium and strong boats should be used.
, the shape is also closer to a warship.
But this boat is a common big lucky boat, with a square head and a big belly. It is the first choice for merchants to go to sea, but it is clumsy and difficult to use in the tide. This kind of lucky boat is used to break into Qiantang Bay when the tide is strong.
Rather than risking his life, he was risking his life. It was almost foreseeable that a tragic shipwreck was about to happen.
Then the onlookers on the shore cheered louder and louder.
The great fortune ship seemed to be inspired, so it boarded the waves and came to the shore.
The tide pushed the ship like flying.
In the blink of an eye.
It is no more than a hundred feet offshore.
The cheers on the shore were much smaller, probably because some people saw that the ship seemed to be damaged from the sails to the hull, as if it had just experienced a disaster.
Fifty battles closer.
Most of the cheers were gone, and the onlookers could clearly see that the deck of the lucky ship was empty, with no one around. Could it be a ghost ship?!
The lucky ship breaks into within a hundred steps.
No one cheered for a long time, only a panic - there was no one on the boat, which meant - the big boat rushed straight towards the stone pond. When it approached, it was suddenly thrown high by the tide, carrying the toyed boat with it.
Angry, he hit it hard.
Crash sound.
Cracking sound.
It was deafening for a moment.
When the spectators gathered again, everyone was in panic and speechless. Only Jiang Chao's increasingly high-pitched "laughter" was mixed with the miserable howls and moans of the unlucky people around him who were affected.
The place where the lucky boat hit was originally a wooden tower built by a wealthy family to watch the tide. Without any time to dodge, the whole family was crushed into a pulp and mixed in the sawdust.
The lucky boat was lying on the ruins mixed with broken wood and bones and flesh. The hull was loose and seemed to be falling apart. There were fire smoke and blood stains everywhere.
There is a gap in the belly of the ship that allows people to enter and exit. It is dark and attracts prying eyes.
More and more onlookers gathered around, but no one dared to step forward until a usually bold rogue came out to take the lead.
"Hey! They were probably attacked by pirates. All the people died, but the ship escaped and drifted with the tide. There might be treasure in the middle of the ship. It's time for grandpa to get rich!"
Not only did he step forward carelessly, he even broke into the cabin to find out what was going on.
soon……
A sharp exclamation made the already moved people take a few steps back.
Then came the unbearable wait.
finally.
The rogue crawled out of the breach on all fours. His companions rushed forward, helped him up, and took him away from the lucky boat, asking what was in the boat.
But Popi was in a daze, and his words could not come out, which made a rough guy next to him angry. He grabbed his clothes and slapped him in the face.