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At the beginning of the construction, this situation had already been considered, and the dock was built quite spaciously; otherwise, it would have been impossible to accommodate the ships. Thanks to the constant flow of merchant ships, goods from various places poured into Xia City, with vendors along the streets selling fresh wares. Even Chen Tao found himself dazzled by the array of items.
The vibrant energy and the flourishing scene easily captivated anyone who wandered through. Not only that, but he also noticed some families, carrying their belongings, were lining up in an orderly fashion to board the ships. Chen Tao had seen similar scenes a few times before, but back in Fudi, he had only witnessed people disembarking; this was his first time seeing them embark.
Thinking of Fudi, Chen Tao couldn't help but quicken his pace and stopped a man who looked friendly. "Brother, are you all heading to Fudi?"
The man appeared cheerful, his eyes filled with longing and hope as he replied heartily, "Yes! The Second Prince personally issued a decree that everyone will receive a substantial amount of land once we arrive. This is land that can be cultivated three times a year!"
He continued, "Although conditions there might be a bit harsh for now, the Second Prince himself said it’s worth looking forward to! The local Barbarians have built quite a few shelters for us to stay temporarily. As long as we set up our own houses before winter arrives, we’ll be just fine! Besides, it’s not even cold there in winter!"
He excitedly added, "By then, we can have a few healthy children, divide the land, save some money, and even hire Barbarians to farm for us. Just imagine how great life will be! I can hardly believe it!"
As he spoke, the man let out a laugh filled with genuine anticipation. In Da Qian Earth, he could never have such extravagant hopes.
Chen Tao felt a jolt of surprise. The Second Prince personally issued a decree? When did this 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 travel faster as well.
With this thought in mind, Chen Tao felt even more unsettled. Looking around at Xiacheng Dock, he could see at least hundreds of families preparing to migrate there. This was just one city. What about other cities and ports? How many more families were planning to move?
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 called upon? As Chen Tao fell into a daze, lost in thought, Brother hurried onto the ship without saying much more.
When Chen Tao regained his senses, he realized that hundreds of ships, both large and small, had already set sail, heading towards the sea. Among the fleet, some were still fixated on Minister of Revenue Zhao Jue's countless gold taels; others were carrying common folk to their new homes; and many more were merchant ships eager to make a fortune from trade.
Having been influenced by the Second Prince before, Chen Tao understood well that the bustling world was driven by profit. At the dock, he saw all sorts of novel items brought back by merchants from overseas. If Da Qian could export goods and import items from abroad, making substantial profits in the process, then from now on, there would undoubtedly be even more merchant ships setting sail. This was a spontaneous surge from the people that could not be easily obstructed by one or two individuals.
In a vague sense, Chen Tao seemed to glimpse something profound; he felt an awakening within him. He could faintly see a massive historical wheel rolling forward relentlessly. He was but a mere insect trying to stop it, easily crushed under the weight of history and cast aside like dust.
This was a new era, an age of great navigation. In the face of such momentum, the individual felt so insignificant. For the Da Qian people, this was the best of times; for the Fudi Barbarians, it was the worst of times.
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