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Fortunately, from the very beginning of the construction, this situation had been taken into account, and the dock was built wide enough to accommodate ships; otherwise, it would have been quite difficult to dock. Thanks to the constant flow of merchant ships, goods from all over poured into Xia Cheng, and the fresh wares sold along the streets dazzled even Chen Tao for a moment. The vibrant energy and the flourishing scene were intoxicating.
Moreover, he could see families with their belongings orderly lining up to board the ships. Chen Tao had witnessed similar scenes a few times before, but back when he was in Fortune Land, he had only seen people disembarking; this was his first time seeing people boarding.
Thinking of Fortune Land, Chen Tao couldn't help but quicken his pace and stopped a seemingly friendly Brother: "Excuse me, are you all headed to Fortune Land?"
The Brother, in good spirits and with eyes full of hope for the future, replied cheerfully, "Yes! The decree personally issued by the Prince states that everyone will receive a considerable amount of land once we get there. This is land that can be harvested three times a year!"
He continued, "Although conditions there are a bit harsh for now, since it was said by the Prince himself, we can look forward to a bright future! The local Barbarians have built quite a few huts for us to stay in temporarily. As long as we set up our own houses before winter arrives, we’ll be just fine! Besides, it’s not even that cold in winter over at Fortune Land!"
He went on excitedly, "By then, we can have a few healthy children, save some capital, and even have the Barbarians work the fields for us. Tsk tsk! Just thinking about those good days ahead is beyond imagination!"
As he spoke, the Brother couldn't help but laugh out loud, filled with genuine anticipation for the future. In Da Qian's homeland, he wouldn't dare to harbor such extravagant hopes.
Chen Tao felt a jolt inside him. A decree personally issued by the Prince? When did that happen? It must have been during those days when he was recuperating in A Gang's house. In just a few days' time, such news had spread so widely?
Suddenly realizing something, Chen Tao understood that maritime transport was much faster than river transport; with merchant ships coming and going, news would certainly spread even quicker.
The more he thought about it, the worse he felt inside. Looking out over Xia Cheng Dock, there were at least several households preparing to migrate there. This was just one city. What about the docks and ports in other cities? How many more households were planning to go?
And this was just the number for one day.
What about tomorrow? The day after? Next month?
With thousands of families immigrating, how many tribes of Barbarians would be exploited? As Chen Tao fell into a daze, lost in thought, his Brother hurried to board the ship without saying much more.
When Chen Tao came back to his senses, he realized that various vessels were setting sail, heading towards the sea.
Among them were those still fixated on Minister of Revenue Zhao Jue and the Ten Million Taels of Gold; some were carrying families to their new homes; and many more were merchant ships eager to profit from trade after tasting success.
Having been influenced by the Prince before, Chen Tao understood that the bustling world was driven by the flow of goods. At the dock, he saw all sorts of intriguing items brought back by merchants from overseas.
If Da Qian's goods could be exported while foreign goods were imported, leading to substantial profits, then there would undoubtedly be even more merchant ships setting sail in the future. This would be a spontaneous action from the people, something that not just one or two individuals could hinder.
In a vague sense, Chen Tao seemed to glimpse something profound, as if he had gained insight into a greater truth. He could faintly see a massive historical wheel rolling forward relentlessly; he was merely a mantis trying to stop it, easily crushed under its weight and cast aside like dust.
This was a new era, an age of great navigation, and in the face of such momentum, individuals appeared so insignificant.
For the people of Da Qian, this was the best of times; for the Fortress Barbarians, it was the worst of times.
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