"Blessings of the Main God! The potato fields of Shenhuatai Port have had more than two hundred mu planted in all. The Wajin Artisans have all been assigned work in the port too. I can finally take the fleet north to visit Aguda, my wife's brother, in the Maha Tribe! A full seven or eight months have passed. By now, he should have gathered one or two hundred fish-skin warriors, right?"
June on Karafuto Island was the season of warm, melting spring. Lush green potato fields had been opened up on the northern side of the port. Though there were only two hundred mu, those potato shoots poking up their pointed tips symbolized some brand-new hope. On the southern side of the port, the Ainu People's fishing boats looked like pointed lotus leaves, stretching out into many strange shapes. Some boats had been fitted with a small sail, some had cast out new fishing nets, and some had reinforced their iron-nailed planking; these were all changes brought by the Artisans.
Those workshops ringing with "ding-ding-dang-dang" had all been built on the eastern side of the port. Right now, besides the smithy and carpentry shop, there were also a leather shop, a tailor's shop, a wickerwork shop, as well as a cart-making shed, a charcoal-burning yard, a brick-kiln, and two pottery kilns under construction.
Of course, the port camp was still in a state of tribal division of labor. The whole of Shenhuatai Port was a large tribe of seven or eight hundred people. And the Artisan population, together with apprentices, numbered a full seventy or eighty. There was no buying, selling, or trading of goods in the port; food and supplies were issued by headcount. The tribe took charge of the Artisans' rations, the chieftains assigned tasks, and the Artisans