Spring flood.
As winter turns to spring, the rivers south of Liangzhou are often particularly turbulent in spring.
A ferry that usually costs fifty or sixty copper coins can cost as much as one or two silver dollars during spring floods.
Even if the price rises like this, only experienced heirlooms dare to carry it out.
So such ferries are always crowded.
"Tie your luggage, the water ahead is tight!"
A small boat was crowded with people.
The boatman was not very old, but his skin was fair and fair. Even though it was still quite chilly in early spring, he still only wore thin and easy-to-dry linen clothes, with his trousers rolled up high. He was obviously dressed to make a living in the water. .
Hearing his instructions, the passengers in the cabin started to move, tightening the hemp ropes on their luggage and tightly tying them to the seats and the railings of the cabin.
There were only two people in the cabin who were motionless. One was a blond, blue-eyed foreigner dressed as a West Asian missionary. He was sitting in the cabin, observing the actions of the Simeng people around him with interest.
This place is already in the south of Simeng, and there are not many people from West Asia.
He was looking at the people from Simeng, and the people from Simeng around him inevitably looked at him, with curious and complicated eyes.
After all, they had only heard about the emperor's personal conquest some time ago. Although they were judging for the Grand Duke of West Asia, to the people at the bottom who lacked information channels and common sense, it was basically the same as fighting a war with West Asia.
So they were somewhat puzzled. After losing the battle, why did they let them into Simeng?
The other one is a young man in white clothes who is concentrating with his eyes closed.
Since boarding the ship, the young man in white has never moved much. He only held a slender piece of cloth-wrapped luggage in his arms and leaned against the corner of the cabin to sit quietly.
"Hold on tight!"
The boat owner shouted, and the bottom of the boat suddenly squeaked, and a bump rose from the top of the wave.
The passengers immediately grabbed hold of the nearest railing, and without a hand to hold on to, they simply crouched down next to their seats with their heads in their hands.
The waves surged and the white waves reached the sky!
The turbulent waves came one after another, and the whole cabin felt like a heavy rain.
Naturally, most of the passengers were frightened to death, and they were making noisy noises. The more timid ones had already begun to cry for their fathers and mothers.
On the bow of the ship, a young boatman was holding the rudder tightly in the wind and waves. He was already soaked, and he gritted his teeth and used all his strength to stabilize the ship.
But things went against expectations. Perhaps the boat was too small and too light. As it bumped back and forth in such wind and waves, it was pushed into a swirling eye by the current, swirling like a leaf.
"Oh my God!"
Someone in the cabin was already crying: "Master River God, please calm down! Master River God, please calm down!"
Although the missionary from West Asia was frightened and turned pale and squatted on the ground, he still looked calm: "Everyone, don't be afraid, the Lord will bless us, I pray for everyone!"
"Pray to your mother, it's all over!"
In the panic of the cabin, the young man in white was still sitting on the ground in the corner, saying nothing.
"Quick, I heard from the villagers that the river god is angry and wants to throw treasures to worship the river god. Hurry and throw valuable things into the river!"
I don't know why he opened his mouth like this, and among the cries, some people suddenly echoed.
"Yes, yes, yes, hurry up, it doesn't matter if it's valuable or not, just go and honor the river god!"
With their lives at stake, the things outside them were treated as if they were really outside their bodies. Some people began to unpack themselves, took out some large and small packages, and rushed out of the cabin half running, half crawling, to throw the packages into the river.
"Master River God, this is the candy produced by my hometown. Please appease your anger, but don't take me away!"
A man yelled and lifted the package, and was about to throw it out when his body was hit by someone and knocked straight back into the cabin.
It was the young boatman who rushed to hit them. He looked annoyed and anxious, and cursed: "Damn it, I told you to hide in the cabin, why did you come out!"
"The River God is angry! He wants to throw something to sacrifice to the River God!"
The words that had just been heard with confidence were now shouted out by the passengers at the top of their lungs as if they were the truth.
"Sacrifice your mother's head!"
The boatman sighed and cursed: "The boat is so light now, and I can't get out of it. Why are you throwing things to lose weight, looking for death?! God of the river, God of the river, I have been running away for more than ten years." The boat, the river is a skinned god!"
"Then, what should we do?"
The idea that was finally thought of was rejected, and the passengers became more chaotic.
"Do nothing!"
The young boatman stamped his foot: "Did you see this wave? When the water comes in, the boat will be able to get out after being heavy! Don't cause trouble!"
After saying that, he suddenly turned around and ran to the front of the boat, busy trying to stabilize the boat. The remaining passengers in the cabin began to tremble and feel uneasy.
The hull was still spinning, but after a while, as the boatman said, the cabin was flooded up to the calves, and the bumps of the hull actually became much smoother.
"Stable, stable!"
"Oh my god, there is so much water, my things are going to be soaked..."
Once the passengers who were no longer so flustered calmed down, they began to show distressed expressions, as if the person who just wanted to throw the package directly into the water was not him.
But after all, it has stabilized the ship in the waves, which is good news.
"This is the blessing of the Lord God. She has blessed me as a believer, and she has also blessed all of you."
The missionary in West Asia smiled and spread his hands generously: "I invite you to join me and praise God!"
It's a pity that this moment is not that time. Everyone is busy saving their luggage, and no one cares about him anymore.
The missionary, who had a hot face but a cold butt, was not discouraged. He looked around, fixed his eyes on the young man in white clothes in the corner, and leaned forward.
"My friend, I met you when we entered the customs at Morne Mountain. Our routes from West Asia to now are similar. This is the fate you Simeng people say."
Hearing someone talking to him, the young man in white finally slowly opened his eyes.
"So, I invite you to get to know the Lord God, and let me tell you about her for us..."
The young man in white looked at the missionary in front of him, but without waiting for him to finish speaking, he interrupted him and asked:
"Are you a missionary? The Catholic Church?"
The missionary was stunned and smiled: "Yes, I am the priest of the Ashes Choir. My name is Robert."
"The Ashes Choir..."
The young man in white pondered the name and asked again: "Archbishop Gascón of the Catholic Church has committed treason. Should the church now be under the jurisdiction of the Grand Duke?"
The blond Robert nodded, and his tone became enthusiastic: "I didn't expect you, my friend, to know West Asia so well. Thank God, yes, the Pope is seriously ill, and the church is now under the leadership of the Holy Lady, our Grand Duke."
"The Point Guard Is Here"
"The Grand Duke didn't liquidate you?"
The young man in white looked directly at Robert, exuding a somewhat nervous aura.
Robert's smile did not change: "Friend, you may have misunderstood something. Even during the darkest period when the Knights of the State Church rebelled against the Grand Duke's residence, the Gray End Choir did not join them. We stood firmly with the Holy Lady. Although he failed to contribute on the battlefield, he never harmed the country."
"Yeah……"
The young man nodded silently and looked outside the cabin.
This is already the fifth day after the ceremony.
The version update and maintenance of "Quie Yin" started on the eve of the ceremony. Since the plot is generated in real time on the server side, there are super doubled regional PVs for players to enjoy and understand the plot.
On the night of the grand ceremony, Unit 1 had already entered the territory of West Asia in the wind and snow.
Fortunately, neither Unit 1 nor Han Dongwen were taken away by the beam of light falling from the sky.
Afterwards, he immediately set off, returning to Simeng from West Asia and heading south to Haizhou.
The Ashes Choir was an organization that existed in the original world line and belonged to the department of the Holy Church that served the Son (Saint).
Originally, after Tilda disappeared, no new Son was established in West Asia, and the organization of this choir was a bit fishy. Han Dongwen only vaguely remembered that there were a few NPCs with good statistics, but they had never made a move or made any progress.
While he was thinking, the ship's hull suddenly jolted violently.
reef?
Just as this thought passed through Han Dongwen's mind, he heard the desperate cries of other passengers:
"It's the River God! The River God has appeared!"
