More than 20 days later, Mickey, the wise man, returned from the North Bay of Napa Valley with a boatload of grain. It was already mid-July at this time, the sun seemed to have been washed, and the sky still had no trace of cloud or rain. Two rows of thatched huts were built in the camp at Xishan Port, and a lot of fields by the river were reclaimed, making it look like a village.

And until Mickey stepped off the longboat and stepped on the kingdom's camp, he was still in a daze. He recalled the past twenty days, abnormal "

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