PREVIEW
... and thick dark clouds dyed the sky black.
Climbing up and looking up, in the rustling evening wind, only the lights of the west pier were still shining brightly and swaying.
Hundreds of boats and thousands of sails, working day and night, riding on the summer wind of Lu Mengze, the goods in demand from the south of Da Tao are continuously transported.
The sound of waves lapping on the shore, the laborers' breathing, and the overseer's shrill voice urging each other were ...
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