Chapter 2: Fishing Port Boy

, March 2002.

Port of Nem, Bosnia and Herzegovina.

In the long and narrow coastal plain, the Dilmatia coast has become the most important port construction location in this area.

However, compared with the narrow coastline, Bosnia and Herzegovina only has 24 kilometers of coast and a harbor called Nem Port.

This is also the only port of departure for Bosnian fishermen and fleets.

At night, the sky is dotted with stars, and a bright moon is surrounded by stars, emitting bright moonlight.

But the faint light cannot dispel the darkness of the vast sea.

A lighthouse stands on the surface of the sea that seems to swallow everything.

The faint light emitted from the top of the lighthouse became the only light source on the entire dark sea surface.

The lights flickered and became the only sign on the dark sea surface, as if welcoming sailors returning home.

Not long after, a low whistle broke the silent sea level.

Woo~~~~~~~~~~~! ——The

low sound of ships continued to spread forward, and soon they arrived at the port.

In an instant, the originally quiet port suddenly became lively.

Lights shone down from the dome, and the workers and sailors who were sleeping got up one after another.

"Back to port! They're back to port!"

"Everyone, get up and start working!"

"Get up quickly, the fleet is back to port."

The workers got up one by one, put on their suspenders and waterproof pants skillfully, and put on With rain boots on, he pulled up a one-wheeled cart from the side, holding the handle tightly with both hands, ready to rush out at any time.

The workers at these ports all had tanned skin and messy hair, and their bright eyes were staring at the fleet returning to the port ahead.

But among the crowd, there was a figure who didn't fit in.

This is a child about 150 centimeters tall, with yellow skin and black hair. His thin figure is wearing a pair of wide suspender waterproof pants. The suspenders are tied very tightly and knotted on both sides of the body, keeping the clothes as much as possible. It was lifted up, but even so, the crotch still drooped seriously, like a short-legged person.

In an extremely funny scene, the workers around him turned a blind eye to him.

The little guy has a round head and baby fat on his cheeks. He looks about 12 or 13 years old, but his eyes are firmly looking forward, as if he wants to fight his way through this group of workers.

At this time, fishing boats began to enter the port one after another and moored at the port. Following the orders of the management staff in front, the workers rushed forward like a flood.

"I'm here!"

"First come, first served!"

"Are you running slow?"

The workers quickly pushed the wheelbarrow forward. In a port lacking mechanical operations, manpower is the most reliable handling force.

And these workers will gather here every time the fleet returns to port. After all, they only need to carry it once, and they can earn an income of 10 marks. A few more trips can cover less than half a month's salary.

For this reason, every time the fleet returns to port, it is a good time for these workers to make quick money.

Soon, the fastest workers broke out to form the first echelon, but surprisingly, the boy was among them.

The boy's legs were short, but his feet were fast. He pushed the wheelbarrow and dodged nimbly among the crowd, avoiding confrontation from the strong workers, while maintaining enough speed to follow the first echelon.

The first echelon of workers quickly arrived in front of the fleet.

The boy also found a ship docked on the shore and shouted loudly: "Kovich, hurry! Load me up quickly!"

A head popped out of the ship. He was a young man about 25 years old, carrying A sailor's hat. When he saw the boy, he couldn't help laughing and said, "Hey! Su Ke, long time no see!"

"Long time no see, hurry up and load the goods!"

The boy named Su Ke waved his hands perfunctorily and continued. Urged.

Kovich shrugged, turned around and shouted; "Captain, get ready to load!"

A man with a thick beard smiled, turned around and shouted: "Guys, Suk is here to urge loading!"

Hearing this, there was laughter on the ship.

There was a trace of dissatisfaction on Su Ke's round face, but the crew members were not slow in their actions. They opened the tank cover and began to simply divide the fish, and then shoveled part of it into the cargo slot of the wheelbarrow. Finally, the boy Suk covered it with a wooden board, turned around and rushed towards the other side.

Su Ke has a flexible body, but his body is obviously not stretched out, and his strength is extremely weak. For this reason, it is very difficult to push the cart, and the speed is greatly slowed down. He is soon left behind by other workers. .

Looking at the distant delivery point under the light ahead, Suk couldn't help but muttered and cursed:

"Stupid port, why do you put the delivery point so far away!"

He was cursing, but his feet were still moving hard toward He ran forward, but the frequency of his short legs was greatly reduced under the load. As soon as he ran, he fell directly into the last echelon.

Wow! !

Suk came to the delivery point. There was a row of delivery points with ten sinks marked from 1-10. There was a recorder sitting opposite each sink. When the workers completed unloading, they would write down each other's names. .

Suk's movements were very smooth. He quickly stuck the wheel of the wheelbarrow on the wooden board, raised the handle, tilted the fish directly into the plastic tank, and then turned around and ran away.

"Suke! Once!"

The recorder on the other side of the sink said softly and immediately recorded it in the record.

Soon, with the hard work of each worker, the fish was moved cleanly in just one hour.

After finishing the moving work, it's time to collect the money, which is a joy to watch.

The early morning sunshine filled the port, and the merchants were satisfied with collecting the fish and preparing to sell it. Some local residents also came to buy the fish and prepare to sell it in the market.

The entire port became more lively.

On the other side, workers lined up in a long line, and a person in charge at the front was handing out commissions.

"Sesik, 15 times, 150 marks!"

A Bosnian Muslim man happily took the money from the person in charge. After confirming that it was correct, he happily turned away and left. This early morning's hard work was enough for him. Half a month's salary.

"Svekoč, 13 times, 130 marks!"

This is a man of Croatian origin. Bosnia and Herzegovina borders Croatia. There are also many Croatians living in Bosnia and Herzegovina this time.

Each worker received his wages in an orderly manner.

Soon, the short Suk stood in front of the person in charge.

The man glanced at Su Ke, pulled out a stack of banknotes and said: "Suke, 10 times, 100 marks!"

Su Ke widened his eyes and said loudly: "No, I moved a total of 12 times, you counted twice less ."

The person in charge frowned and said: "I remember it very clearly, just 10 times."

"He remembered it wrong!" Su Ke shouted loudly: "You can't deduct wages. If you do this, who will work here in the future? ?"

The person in charge looked indifferent, and the workers behind him also looked at Su Ke impatiently.

But Su Ke was still reluctant. The little guy was not tall, but his voice was loud and bright, and he quickly attracted a crowd of spectators.

Seeing more and more people gathering around, the person in charge also felt troubled. He lowered his head and said coldly to Su Ke: "Just 10 times. If you want to continue doing this job in the future, then take your money and get out!" "

With a strong threat in the other party's eyes, Su Ke looked down at the money, finally grabbed the money, made an international greeting gesture towards the person in charge, and immediately turned around and left.

A good man doesn't take immediate losses. Su Ke knew very well that if he continued to struggle, not only would he not be able to receive the money, but he might even be beaten.

With Suk's departure, the farce also came to an end, and the workers continued to line up to receive their wages.

At this time, Suk came to sit on a step at the edge of the port, looked down at the money in his hand, and said with a pity on his face: "20 marks missing, this is 10 glasses of milk!

" Luen, why is this guy targeting me?"

Suk became more and more melancholy as he thought about it, his little head drooping in frustration.

"It's better to have less money than to lose your job!"

Suddenly, a voice came from the side.

Suk turned around and saw a young man named Kovich standing next to him.

Kovich threw the milk in his hand. Suk's eyes lit up when he saw the milk. He immediately took it, unscrewed the cap of the bottle, and poured it down.

Watching Suk drink the milk in one gulp, Kovic glanced up and down and said, "Why haven't I grown at all? I was over 170 centimeters when I was 16 years old."

"It's going to grow!" Suk licked it. Licking the remaining milk on his lips, he turned around and said seriously; "I just grew up late."

Kovic grinned: "Who would believe that the 150-centimeter guy in front of him turned out to be a professional player playing in the third-level league of Bosnia and Herzegovina. "

Su Ke stretched out his index finger and shook it left and right, and said seriously; "He is the top scorer!"

Kovic raised his eyebrows: "How many goals have you scored this season?"

"Eight goals so far!"

"The league should be in its 12th round now. Right?" Kovich was slightly surprised.

Su Ke: "11 rounds, eight goals!"

Kovic gave a thumbs up: "Awesome."

Su Ke turned around and smiled; "Guys like me are still persisting, do you have any thoughts about coming back to play football?"

Kovic laughed; "What kind of football do you want to play? I am still playing in the third level at the age of 25. It sounds like the third level, but in the whole of Bosnia and Herzegovina, except for the Super League, the rest are amateurs. I don't want to While playing football, I went to work to make a living."

Su Ke: "I still miss your passing, the coquettish long pass!"

Kovic smiled, stretched his body and sat next to Su Ke, and said; " I have given up football, I think I made a right decision, you should bless me."

Su Ke said helplessly; "Okay, then I bless you."

After a pause, Su Ke turned to Covey Qi smiled and said; "As a former teammate, can you do me a favor?"

Kovich was curious: "What favor?"

A trace of ferocity appeared on Suk's immature face, and he said fiercely; "Help me Testify, I want to report Harun for employing child labor!"

Kovich opened his mouth and said in surprise; "Are you serious?"

Suk: "That guy deducted a lot of commission from me, I want him to spit it out twice as much."

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