When Yang Zhenshan arrived at Star Moon Island, it was already the twenty-eighth day of the twelfth lunar month, and the entire journey had taken a month and a half.
At this moment, it was nearing noon, the busiest time at the port and in the town. As soon as the Da Fu Ship docked, Yang Zhenshan heard bursts of noise.
Walking out from the ship's deck, Yang Zhenshan looked at the scene at the port and immediately showed a faint smile.
Outside the port, there were many shirtless men carrying goods; thousands of men moved various cargoes in and out of the warehouses like ants.
Circular and rectangular warehouses were connected in clusters, covering an area of more than ten acres.
On the eastern side of the warehouses was a market where many small vendors had set up their stalls, and various foods were already cooking in pots.
