The ferry just returned to the ferry at the other end of the Han River safely.
It seems like a joke that ends in an anticlimax.
Most of the people on the ship would be surprised, but those who survived the disaster were more of a blessing, and no one wanted to think too much about the reason.
The boatmen returned home in panic one by one. As for what happened on the river today and why there was a big hole under the ferry, that was something no one dared to mention or even think about. What’s more, when they got off the boat, they were beaten by the old man on the bow.
Each one grabbed their ears and told them dozens of times!
Although it was unbelievable that a Han River ferry like theirs could hit a rock when docking, the boatmen recited it silently for more than a dozen times, and even believed it to themselves, and they felt at ease.
few.
As for how things will turn out, only God knows.
Compared to the boatmen on the bow, Luo Chuan and his party seemed much more ordinary. After a lot of work, they organized the convoy and got off the ship. Apart from the addition of an extra carriage that was temporarily bought on the dock, there was no difference.
Luo Chuan did not enter the carriage, but sat next to Jiang Bo, with his feet on the shaft of the carriage, his hands behind his head, and he leisurely looked at the surrounding scene.
Although the north and south of the Han River are only separated by a river, the difference is really huge.
It is also the Han River Port Ferry. Although there are some ships at Jiangbei Ferry, most of them are small-sized ordinary ferries. Most of them can only transport individual passengers to and from both sides of the Han River. A few larger ones cannot transport many people and cargo.
But Jiangnan Port is completely different. Not only is its scale more than ten times larger than Jiangbei Ferry, the ships parked in the port are mainly medium and large merchant ships. The largest cargo ship is more than 100 meters long according to visual inspection. Countless dock workers are there.
They are busy moving goods up and down. The flow of people and vehicles brought by this cargo ship alone is greater than the total flow of Jiangbei Ferry. Not to mention that there are two cargo ships of this size docked in the port at the moment, and there are several smaller cargo ships.
How many ships?
"This port is the largest port in Hanoi County because it is the closest to Huaicheng. It is said that even if we include several large ports in the hinterland of Jiangzhou on the lower reaches of the Han River, this port can be ranked among the top three in size," said the old coachman
While controlling the carriage to move slowly, he said to Luochuan beside him, "From here further upstream, the water flow of the Han River will gradually become more rapid, and the waterway will become difficult to navigate. Therefore, even if Guang County has a ferry and is far away from me, I Li County, Yongchang County and
Anling County is closer, and merchants who sell animal skins and other specialties from our three counties are more willing to choose the port here to transship goods. Not only is it safer, but the cost is also lower."
Luo Chuan nodded. With his past life memories, he naturally understood the importance of river ports to the economic development of a region, especially in a world like this where even if the level of technology is beyond the realm of possibility, the use of energy is equally magical.
As a result, he began to observe the big port in front of him more seriously.
The old coachman sitting next to him suddenly said, "Since we crossed the Han River, there have been at least three waves of people targeting us."
When Luo Chuan heard this, he pretended to be casual and swept around the crowds. Most of them were coolies carrying goods and horsemen driving trucks. When they saw such a convoy approaching, they all ran away in fear. There was nothing strange about them. "There is a dragon in this port."
There are so many snakes in the mix, it is inevitable that some of them will attract attention when driving in a convoy like ours.”
The old coachman shook his head, "In this southwestern Hanzhou, Li Jun Qingqi is a golden sign. Not many people dare to touch this sign, so naturally those who are watching us secretly are not the pickled goods mixed with snakes and rats at the port.
With these little people hanging around in the market, anyone who dares to stare at Lijun Qingqi's convoy is too short-lived." He didn't even look at the groups of busy and careful coolies not far away, and said in a serious tone, "Start.
The people who came to us were cultivators, the three waves of people, all of them were cultivators, there was no ordinary person."
Luochuan was shocked.
In this world, no matter you are a human or a demon, a cultivator or a martial artist, you are all called a cultivator.
Because if you want to practice cultivation, you need to be born with extraordinary qualifications. If you pick one from a million, once you practice, you will quickly gain power that ordinary people cannot achieve no matter how hard they work. Therefore, practitioners are almost regarded by the people as another existence different from ordinary people.
, no matter where it is, it is valued as an extremely scarce strategic resource. In the Dading Dynasty, almost no cultivators would end up in the market, either joining the army or taking refuge in a powerful family...
"Very strong?" Luo Chuan's voice was too low to be heard.
The old coachman on the side heard it clearly and just shook his head, "It's hard to know without trying," he paused and then added, "Maybe you can ask her."
Luochuan knew that the old coachman was talking about the beautiful woman in the carriage behind him. He hesitated for a moment, but still greeted Li Mu, the military commander who was the leader of the three riders in front of the convoy. He waited until the latter turned his horse and came to the side of the carriage.
, then lowered his voice and said, "If we speed up, is it possible to reach Huaicheng before dark?"
Li Mu quickly raised his head to look at the sun, then leaned down slightly on the horse, also lowering his voice and said, "It takes too much time before and after crossing the river. The days are short in autumn. It is impossible to reach Huaicheng before dark tonight.
"He wanted to say something more, but after taking a look at the old coachman beside Luo Chuan, he shut his mouth and stopped talking.
Luochuan pondered for a moment and then turned to ask the old coachman, "Uncle Jiang, are there any larger towns that we have to pass on the way from here to Huaicheng?"
The old coachman shook his head, "This is very close to Huai City. Except for Hanoi Port, which is a relatively large town, there are no other cities that can be seen except villages along the way south."
"Then stay one night at the Hanoi Port so that you can feel the prosperity of this waterway transportation hub." Luo Chuan thought for a while, raised his head and smiled at Li Mu, "I'd like to trouble you to find an inn, we won't do it today."
gone."
"Yes," Li Mu stood up, gave a military salute, then clapped his horse and went forward.
When Li Mu walked farther away, the old coachman glanced sideways at Luo Chuan and said, "How did you cross the Han River and reach my land in Hanzhou in the southwest? You are a little more careful than before. You know, you can go home when you get to Hanzhou."
Already."
Luo Chuan smiled indifferently, "I grew up in the capital with Uncle Jiang since I was a child. Hanzhou is not a hometown for me." He sighed and looked at the busy people in the surrounding ports.
, "What's more, no matter how powerful Lijun Qingqi is, the five cavalry and horses... are just a sign."
The old coachman frowned slightly and stared at Luo Chuan's side face for a while before saying in a low voice, "If you are worried about those eyes that are staring secretly, I will get rid of them." His voice was as calm as if he was just talking about eating and drinking.
"In this southwest Hanzhou, if you dare to stare at the princes of the prefect of Li County like this, no matter whose family they are from, their death will always be in vain."
However, Luo Chuan slowly leaned against the carriage, looked up at the white clouds in the sky and said leisurely, "Why is it so?" He laughed at himself, "I am not the second young master who grew up by the prefect's side. Is there anything I shouldn't let others see?
Yes, if they just want to see it, then let them see it."
"Who knows when we will see enough?" The old coachman's eyes wandered to somewhere.
"When I roll out of Licheng in despair," Luo Chuan murmured with a smile, "that should be enough..."