The immigrants came down from the ship in orderly lines, looking around at this coastal city that also belonged to the Han Tribe. The salty sea breeze swept over the rice paddies by the shore, raising wave after wave of green rice.
Minor officials from Tohai Commandery, who had been stationed here in advance, were responsible for receiving and guiding them. Since there were too many people, Tohai Commandery had not prepared any carriages. Instead, they led the immigrants on foot into the city.
They had already been cooped up in the ship's hold for a month and a half. Being able to stretch their legs now left both body and mind feeling refreshed.
Tohai Commandery had prepared all its hostels and schools as temporary residences for them. They had even given the students several days off for the occasion. Otherwise, they really would not have had enough space to house nearly four thousand immigrants.
Before long, this enormous procession arrived at its temporary lodgings. Everyone took turns going to the hostels to bathe, while the schools had also prepared large quantities of washing supplies for the immigrants to clean their clothes themselves. The school's original square had been temporarily turned into a clothes-drying yard, with thousands of garments hanging there in the sun. Seen from the Teaching Building, it was a truly spectacular sight.
Not long afterward, the immigrant feast organized by Dashu was ready as well. The school desks had been pushed together into long dining tables, with benches placed on either side. It was simple but practical. Basin after basin of food was set directly on the tables, making the immigrants' mouths water.
It was not that they had never eaten good food. After all, they had celebrated the New Year at home before coming. However, during