On June 1846, 6, Pius IX became the new Pope.

The same day, Austrian Empire, Port of Venice.

Benito Adams is a boatman, and today he is particularly irritable because the boats parked on the shore are always shaking.

The good mood of last night's harvest has dissipated at this time, replaced by rage caused by lack of sleep.

"Achille! Damn it, don't let those little things jump around on the boat! You sell things to me! It's rare to get so much! If it rots in your hands, I won't beat your ass!"

No one answered, but the boat was still rocking.

Benito finally couldn't bear it anymore and stood up, ready to clean up the ignorant woman.

It's just that when he got up, he found that his wife and children had dragged the catch to the pier to set up a stall.

Benito, who had nowhere to vent, had to take another sip of the "yellow soup" to go back to sleep.

With the arrival of the Sicilians, the lives of the northern Italians were seriously affected. Fishermen with boats like Benito were considered petty bourgeois.

I usually go fishing, and occasionally take a few guests to visit in the water town. My wife and children are beggars next to the monastery, and I can drink with friends in taverns every day until I am drunk.

(The Sicilians here generally refer to Italians outside northern Italy. At that time, many people had never even left their hometown, let alone visited other countries.)
But as the Austrian Empire opened up to trade, a massive influx of capital and immigrants, coupled with the establishment of several large shipyards, increased Venice's population sevenfold.

This is still a legal citizen registered on the register. In fact, it was no problem to check the goods at the customs at that time.

A large number of Sicily made the whole of Venice roll, and the technological innovation of the national shipyard caused the prices of various civilian ships to plummet, including ultra-small fishing boats.

As a result, Benito could catch fewer and fewer fish in the coastal waters. Later, it was difficult to catch too many fish even in the farther seas. Later, he could only go fishing in the far sea while it was dark.

His luck was exceptionally good last night, the fish and shrimp jumped desperately into his net.Thinking that he would have money soon, he could go to the tavern to have a good time, so he couldn't help giggling.

What Benito didn't know was that the water was turning white and frothy enough to make one suspect that the washerwoman wasted soap on purpose.

At this time, the Port of Venice has undergone two small-scale expansions. In fact, it is not that it does not want to expand on a large scale, but the upper limit of the port itself is too low to expand.

This is also one of the important reasons why Franz had to let Friedrich move the headquarters of the Austrian Imperial Navy to Trieste.

However, the port of Venice is still hot at this time. Due to a series of economic and political reforms, the port has a second spring.

Hundreds of boats competed in the crowded waterway, and the porters on the pier were as dense as ants, loading and unloading goods from all over the world non-stop every day, and the hill-like goods on the trestle made people sweat.

Merchants and tourists came to the trading area of ​​the port in batches, and the shopkeepers tried their best to sell their goods.

In the Port Authority, some well-known gentlemen finalized some large deals while chatting and laughing.The stench of blood, urine, and sweat was steaming in the tavern, and the laborers and sailors were bragging about their experiences to each other.

In the invisible corner, the dirty and terrible transactions have never been interrupted.

Even eight years after the "New Anti-Slave Trade Act" signed by the Austrian Empire and the principalities of Germany, some people are still full of illusions about Britain and the New World, and human traffickers from Britain, France, the United States, and Pakistan have never given up digging The foot of the Austrian Empire.

In this era, Italy and Germany have always been the major exporters of population. Except for the immigration to the colonies, most of the immigrants belong to the slaves. Of course, there are exceptions such as rich craftsmen and scholars.

News of Louis Bonaparte's escape from prison could be read by people in cafés, a disastrous news that the House of Orléans tried hard to cover up, but journalists from other countries always got the information they wanted.

One day in May, Louis Bonaparte escaped from prison, but various countries followed up and reported on the incident in order to disgust the French. Even at this time, the popularity of this news has not diminished.

What's more, Franz also hired a bunch of novelists to serialize in newspapers, everything from detective, suspense, love, fantasy epic.

Franz also used his spare time to write a nineteenth-century version of the Holy Grail War, and the location is of course Paris.
"The evil Napoleon family, even if those warriors die, they will be pulled up to work by them!"

While reading the serialized articles, Mr. Bryan slammed his cup on the table, and the coffee in the cup splashed everywhere, which caused a burst of laughter from the people around him.

"But Paris is really scary, there are monsters fighting everywhere. I don't know if Bluebeard succeeded in using 999 children's sacrifices? And those ogres, werewolves, and masked clowns...can be born in a peaceful world The country is really wonderful."

The people around were also talking about it, but they didn't bring themselves into the hero, but lamented that the people of Paris who were frightened were too scary.

In fact, just a few years ago, gangs were rampant in northern Italy, and nobles, priests, and businessmen united to exploit the common people.

However, with the development of the times, the arrival of officials and troops from the Austrian Empire allowed the law to take effect again. Although it was already another code, there was finally someone who could restrain those unscrupulous guys.

"The French are so inhumane!" Mr. Bryan, who was a civil servant at the port, slammed his glass on the table again.

As a result, the entire cafe shook, and Mr. Bryan felt it himself, and quickly looked at his hands.

"Have I become a Heroic Spirit too?"

But then a more violent vibration began, and then screams sounded outside.

There is also a sharp siren sound from the port. Ordinary people may not understand that this kind of long siren sound is only issued when a disaster of the level of a foreign warship attack occurs. Mr. Bryan has never heard it in his 20 years as a port officer.

When the gentlemen of the coffee shop ran to the street, they found that some people were running away in all directions. Some people knelt down and prostrated while reciting incomprehensible scriptures, and some even tried to run to the seaside to drive away their own boats.

But most of them just stared blankly at the approaching giant black wall like Mr. Bryan.The black sea water overflowed the dam, and the huge sea ships heaved and fell like little yellow ducks in the bathtub.

The powerful ocean current rolled the goods on the docks into the city like a flood, and those who had no time to escape were swallowed by the flood, people shouted and struggled.

But these seem so small and ridiculous in front of the coming water wall.

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