The night gradually descended upon the southern sea area, growing deeper, while faraway West Sail Port was just welcoming dusk, the scorching fiery color seeming to want to dry up the sea.
In the equatorial region, there is no concept of winter. Watching the blazing sun about to sink into the sea, the laborers on the dock finally breathed a sigh of relief.
The sun has finally set!
After being busy for a while, the dock was empty for several days, without a single ship.
No one had work to do, so everyone finally understood what "all prosper and all suffer together" means.
If West Sail Port really went bankrupt, everyone would have to sell themselves back to the nobles' plantations.
Although Poluo Province has one good point: you can survive by eating dirt, but no one can eat dirt forever.
