There is actually a big gap between the nautical technology and the Western colonial countries that cross the Pacific Ocean. The Beihang Road of the Ming Dynasty is also a near-sea route. It sails along Sakhalin Island and the Bering Strait with the convenience of Japanese warm current. The entire flight period takes three months. Moreover, because a large section of the route is in the cold Arctic Circle, the polar night of the Arctic makes the journey look particularly long.

However, for Mao Xingjian, this trip changed from initial frustration and disgust to another shock. The vast world, shocking natural landscapes, and magical animals were all things he had never dreamed of in his dreams when he was staying in such a small place as the capital.

However, no matter how long the journey is, there is an end. As time goes by, the fleet finally slowly approaches the end.

The sky was getting brighter, but the weather was still cold. A long string of ice skates hung from top to bottom of the wet cable, which were knocked by sailors and clattered, and fragments fell downwards.

This trip was really favored by God. I didn’t encounter any bad weather at all. The whole way was calm as if God was favored by God. The bow of the ship was like a Fujian-born mate, or the actual captain of the Black Pearl, Morisang, kept praying to Mazu with gratitude. On the other side, the famous captain and the dignified prince were lying on the boat weakly, looking at the sea of ​​ice cubes swaying from time to time.

Beside him, the new front-line reporter Han Xiaomo was writing front-line reports with great effort. However, although the grassland wild girl was not illiterate, the things she learned from her private school teacher at Baoketu Coal Mine were obviously very limited. For her, the challenge of writing reports was really harder than fighting with the Zarut tribe back then.

But this girl was so stubborn that she had a big black spot on her left cheek. She was writing a few paragraphs while flipping through the dictionary. She didn't pay attention to it. She didn't know when she was stained with a big black spot on her left cheek.

"In early November of the third year of Kaihong, the New World long-distance fleet broke through the eternal night in the sky and finally saw the long-lost sun, just like the ancient poem mentioned in the guarding clouds..., see..., what are you seeing?"

He poked Mao Xingjian standing beside him with his elbow. Unfortunately, the prince still held the telescope and watched forward, looking deaf. He looked cold and deaf. The angry girl in the grassland pinched her pen and said, "Watch the clouds and see the sun."

He clearly didn't know anything but wanted to quote the classics. Listening to Han Xiaomo's self-satisfactory muttering, Mao Xingjian couldn't help but shake his head and raised his telescope again. Not to mention, there are so many whales in this era. Just looking at it, there were several giants lazily revealing half of their spine spraying with water mist.

However, at this time, Mao Xingjian's thoughts were not on the whale. Just now, his first lieutenant Shangguan Lichu came to report and followed the latitude and longitude mark on the route map, and after walking for about a long time, he should be able to reach the New World!

On this road, he can devote himself to the beauty of nature and temporarily put his worries behind him, but when he actually arrived, the political problems he should face were still coming. When he went, would he really take control of real power? Or just be a puppet? If this is really a test for him by Mao Jue, how could he successfully hand over this answer?

But before Mao Xingjian could figure out these questions, Han Xiaomo, who was writing a bullshit and not reporting, suddenly started to scream in surprise.

"Land! I saw land! We're here!!!"

Finally, he threw Gao Leng aside again, Mao Xingjian suddenly raised his telescope. In the circular field of view, the blue ocean lined with sea and sky finally retreated, and a long and narrow horizon came into his eyes.

Looking at the horizon, even though he was full of complexity, the prince couldn't help but sigh.

Finally arrived!

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This place has arrived in the United States in later generations, but it is not the United States, but the largest state and largest enclave in the United States, Alaska. The port where the fleet then docked was the westernmost end of the narrow peninsula that highlighted the mainland. Historically, in 1714, the Dutch discovered this place, so it was named the Dutch Port. However, this time and space was the first to open this route in more than 180 years of the Ming Dynasty, so it was the turn of the Ming Dynasty to name it, called the Snow Haizi.

This is the first large Ming colony to be encountered since the voyage. Mao Jue's characteristics of governing are vividly reflected here. For example, the Spanish in the West built a colony. There were dozens or hundreds of people in a region at the beginning. After 34 years of development, it was already a large colony. However, this Yanhaizi Port only had more than a year and a half, and it had already reached a scale of tens of thousands of people.

After all, this is the first port connecting the New World and the Old World, and it is also the end of the New World Fleet! The resources collected from the North American continent are gathered here, boarded the New World Fleet and transported back to the country. At the same time, the daily necessities and industrial products sent from the Ming Dynasty are also disembarked here, and then trade radiates to various colonies in North America, and they have business opportunities in a brand new world, so it is difficult to not be popular.

Seventeen sailboats were anchored in the spacious and cold port of Yanhaiziwan. The heavy boarding ladder was heavily laid down and carried the concrete port with Maojue characteristics. Then, from Japan, the workers from Goryeo began to move up and down, carrying heavy cargo boxes down, including steel tools, gloves, shoes, vases, large urns, scissors, glue. Anyway, goods in all aspects of food, clothing, housing and transportation were almost covered. Amid the shouts of heyyo, heyyo, the empty port wooden warehouse was soon piled up.

There are also several boats, from the Ming Dynasty, Japan, and Goryeo. Now they have joined the immigrants from some Southeast Asian vassal states carrying their luggage and fear and expectations for unfamiliar environments. Mao Jue is not absolutely just. The Ming Empire also has an evil side. On the last black ship, three brothers with dark skin and steel shackles were also pushed off the boat one by one. These people were either fooled by Wu Sangui in the name of recruiting workers, or simply encouraged the Bangladesh army to plunder the prisoners of war in nearby Maratha. There is no way. The New World lacks anything, and the most lacking is labor, especially cheap labor!

Anyway, the Western countries in history did this, but they enslaved black slaves. In order to occupy the territory, Mao Jue would do whatever he wanted to take over even the infamy.

Fortunately, this scene was not seen by Mao Xingjian, otherwise the prince would have gone crazy again. The Black Pearl was the flagship and docked at the forefront. With such a busy scene, when we got off the boat, Mao Xingjian and Han Xiaomo were attracted by the scene in front of us, and rushed off the boat in a hurry.

In terms of construction, this place must be incomparable to the cities and cities in the Ming Dynasty with a history of hundreds or thousands of years, but it is also very different from the wild and deserted Gobi Desert that Mao Xingjian imagined.

Because of the lack of cement and labor, thick logs were planed bark, nailed into the foundation, and nailed together with wooden boards, forming the walls of the two and three-story buildings. The gaps were covered with cement and lime, and the basic warmth demand was achieved. Moreover, the living space here was too large. Two garden yards were reserved in front of each house, with coal and wood in garnished. The spacious streets were made of pebbles and cement. The outer edge of the port was also made of five logs, making a circle of thick and strong walls. On the walls, town militias wearing Ming cotton armor and patrolling flintlock rifles were swaying from time to time.

The street closest to the port is obviously a commercial street, with various signs on both sides lined up. Mao Xingjian even saw the Quanjude roast duck in Jingshi that he had been to and the shabu shabu from Donglaishun that he had been to.

However, the most attractive thing about Mao Xingjian is still the fishing port not far from Shanggang. No wonder it is called the fishy sea. There are fish everywhere! The fat sea fish are scattered, their internal organs are thrown away, and a layer of sea salt is applied. They are immediately hung on a shelf and piled up on the beach. The climate here is cold and tight. After a few days of blowing the sea breeze, it turns into fat, high-quality dried fish.

The cargo that loads from the port of Tiaohaizi to the New World Fleet is such a bucket of high-quality dried fish.

The rich sea was so rich that he could climb to the shore with the back of the fish. Standing on the mudflat, he saw another big boat leaning against the shore. The fish that were still jumping on the boat were thrown on the shore by buckets, and it was not fishy. The prince couldn't help but breathe heavily in the cold air with the smell of the sea.
Chapter completed!