Walking out of the port, Ding Xiaoyi was greeted by a fresh sea breeze and looked at the strange world in front of him.
This place is located in the gentlest area at the foot of the hillside, and is densely packed with similar dilapidated wooden shacks, most of which are temporary residences for dock workers.
They may have a home in the town behind.
But there is still some distance to go, and no one can tell when work on the dock will be available.
Maybe at night, maybe during the day.
An example of encountering unusual circumstances and not seeing a cargo ship for several days.
In short, there are too many monks and too little rice. Whoever grabs it belongs to whomever.
Maybe you have already missed a job once you go home.
So these workers often find a place to stay here by themselves.
Not far from the port, over a high point and at the foot of the mountain, you can see a gray wooden town.
The buildings in the town are mixed together in a disorderly manner, giving people a dark and old feeling. You can vaguely see a large number of women, children and urchins wearing shabby clothes.
The reason why we are in this place is to prevent high tide.
However, because of the unique location of Paradise Island, the number of high tides is not high.
It only happens two or three times a year. People have long been accustomed to the routine. It is estimated that around this time, they take their things and hide behind the lower city wall of Paradise Island.
"Krutu, don't worry about these untouchables. Let's go directly to the middle floor. This is the dirty and smelly sewer. God, I really hope that there will be more tides to wash them away!"
Facing the dirty and messy environment around him, Bei Lan pinched his nose without concealing it, with a look of disgust on his face.
Ding Xiaoyi frowned, disgusted with Bei Lan's words.
He was born in a protected area and grew up in a wealthy family.
Although grandpa limited his lavish spending, he never failed to satisfy himself with food, drink, clothing and housing.
In addition, in the protected area, even though there is a gap between rich and poor, there has never been such an environment.
The first time I came into contact was with the little match girl in the psychic space.
Look at the five or six-year-old child in front of you, running around with his butt naked.
Ding Xiaoyi couldn't help but think of the little girl selling cigarettes to him with her bare feet, and she felt a little uncomfortable in her heart.
"You may not have been back for a long time. The situation here is different from what you have been exposed to before. Believe me, there is absolutely no reason why Bei Lan said this."
Abel seemed to notice that something was wrong with Ding Xiaoyi's eyes, so he opened his mouth and explained to Tiberan:
"In fact, in the past two years, the middle level of Paradise Island has been trying to absorb some people from the lower level to increase the population of the middle level area.
Therefore, many policies and preferential policies have been implemented.
But the result was not ideal.
Some people send their daughters to the middle class not to let them learn knowledge, but to send them to the middle class club.
Because it can be sold at a higher price there.
As for the boy, look over there. There is a newly opened training ground run by a pirate group. Once you enter, you can be taught basic weapons training and navigation knowledge.
Most people send their children there with the intention of letting them come out and become pirates.
After all, these people often see those profligate pirates with a lot of money in their hands, and think that being a pirate is a truly lucrative job.
There are too few families who are really willing to send their children to middle-level schools.”
When Abel said this, he couldn't help but look regretful.
As a pirate, he knows very well what kind of profession a pirate is.
Only third-rate pirates would rob those cargo ships.
A real pirate wants to explore unknown waters.
While searching for treasures, of course you also have to fight and plunder the aliens.
The risk is very high, after all, those aliens are very fierce.
The income is also directly proportional.
This is a joyful life, a free and unrestrained voyage, but the price of freedom is definitely not cheap.
Of course, Abel also knew the professional characteristics of pirates.
So he didn't have the nerve to flatter himself and called himself an explorer instead.
But if he had children, he would never let his children become pirates who could die at any time.
Abel's explanation surprised him.
I'm even a little shocked that there are such cruel and selfish parents who would send their children into a pit of fire?
"Master, the environment determines everything. This is their way of survival. After all, this is not a protected area, and there is no selfishness. The purpose of everything is just to survive!"
Wangcai understands the truth far better than Ding Xiaoyi.
After Ding Xiaoyi heard this, he smiled bitterly in his heart and didn't know what to say.
Suddenly, I remembered a sentence in "Zhi Ling Zhi": "We walk with a heavy load, but we are silent."
I didn't know whether I should say I was lucky or moved for a moment, but there was a strong conflict between reality and my own cognition.
Perhaps only at this time can we realize that although the union and the alliance are constantly at odds with each other, they are surprisingly consistent in protecting their homeland.
"Get in the car!"
Bei Lan called a carriage, and the three of them got on the carriage and headed straight to the middle area of Paradise Island.
After passing through the huge city wall in the lower area, the guard checked the documents presented by Beran, then opened the sling and let them in.
The middle area is actually very large and very high, with the highest point already halfway up the mountain.
The terraced buildings layer upon layer make the streets look very narrow and dark.
In addition to the city wall, except for some higher places, other places are in a dark environment for a long time.
Occasionally, when a sea breeze blows over, the wind follows the arc of the city wall and shuttles through the streets, making the wind sound extremely harsh.
"My manor is in front of me. We can have a good meal tonight, then take a hot bath and have a good sleep!"
Bei Lan pointed to the uppermost manor, holding the box in one hand while introducing it excitedly.
There is a well-lit area with many banana trees planted there.
It can be considered a profitable industry.
Every year, these bananas can be sold for some money, but not much. It can barely sustain the expenses of the manor.
"You are quite good at choosing a place."
Ding Xiaoyi took a look at the manor. The location was very good. When the carriage pulled the three people up, the sun shone in, and he felt that the gloomy moisture on his body dissipated instantly.
Bei Lan looked proud of this. He had spent a lot of effort to buy this manor.
The location is excellent and the lighting is particularly good.
The most important thing is that standing here, you can overlook the entire middle and lower areas, and have a panoramic view of the harbor in the distance.
He likes this feeling, even when he takes the slave girl for in-depth communication.
Don’t forget to look at the scenery in front of you, as if you are communicating with the whole world.
That moment is the moment when you liberate your soul.
Just thinking about it, Bei Lan suddenly realized something.
After gently touching his crotch with his hand,
He immediately retracted his hand.
I was in a daze for a while, but when I saw the box in my arms, I seemed to have found my backbone again.
When the carriage stopped, the male slave cleaning the door saw his master getting off the carriage.
One person immediately went in to report the news, and the other hurriedly came forward to greet him.
"Get ready the cheese, red wine, barbecue, oh, and bread, and then tidy up the two best guest rooms!"
Bei Lan had a proud look on his face. After speaking, he turned around and said with some embarrassment: "I'm sorry, Xia chefs are very expensive and I can't afford to hire them. However, one of my male slaves is a Frenchman, and the taste of the food is still the same."
Not bad.”
"Haha, Chef Xia, you want to eat shit!"
Abel rolled his eyes at him. Even in the reserve, it was not easy to find a Xia tribesman as a cook.
After all, Xia people with a little bit of craftsmanship can open a restaurant anywhere and become their own boss.
Not to mention that the cost of finding a professional Xia chef in this vast sea is enough to give those who live in the high-rises of Paradise Island a toothache.
If the alliance rules the reserve and the union controls the power, then the Xia people rule the dining table.
This is definitely not a joke.
There is such a century-old joke.
When the earth shakes greatly.
When French people flee a disaster, the first thing they save is artwork. This is their romance.
When the Nordic people fled the disaster, the first thing they rescued was their literature, which was their knowledge.
When Americans flee disasters, they never forget to carry a gun. This is their safety.
The Yamato clan fled the disaster and took a thick collection of comics with them. This was their pride.
When the Xia people fled disasters, they carried pots and pans on their backs and carried a bag of grain.
The rest of the people were laughing at the Xia people for being stupid.
One hundred years later.
French art has become an expensive luxury product sought after by the world.
The literature of the Nordics has become a precious historical material.
Americans used guns to maintain order.
The comics of the Yamato clan have not been appreciated, but a 260g USB flash drive provides hope for the revival of the Yamato clan.
When these people finish their busy day's work.
Whether you are approaching a high-end restaurant or an inconspicuous restaurant in the streets and alleys.
Even snacks with names.
What greets them in the end is often a smile from the Xia tribe.
In the eyes of people who are either amazed or satisfied, they harvest the money in their pockets.
Although it is just a joke, it is enough to illustrate how whimsical the idea of hiring a Xia native to be a cook is.
"I'm tired, you guys eat, give me a room where I won't be disturbed, I want to rest!"
Ding Xiaoyi rejected the idea of dining and bathing with them.
In fact, he was also very hungry, but when he thought that Mr. Chen had prepared hot meals for him at home, he instantly lost all interest in the barbecue and bread that Bei Lan mentioned.
I have already been with them to share their sorrows, so forget about sharing the hardships.
“Do you want someone to deliver the food later??”
Bei Lan asked with concern.
"No, just don't disturb me."
Ding Xiaoyi repeated this sentence again, with a look of impatience on his cold cheeks, which instantly made Beilan swallow the next nonsense.
Immediately, someone prepared a large sunny room for Ding Xiaoyi.
Ding Xiaoyi slammed the door, locked the doors and windows, and carefully checked every corner of the room.
Only after confirming that there was no problem with the safety, did he take out the black iron key in his hand.