Bosnia and Herzegovina, Nem Port.
On the narrow coastal plain, the coast of Dilmatya became the region's main port.
However, compared to the narrow coast, Bosnia and Herzegovina only has 24 kilometers of coastline and a bay called Nem Port.
It is also the only exit port for Bosnian fishermen and their fleet.
At night, the sky is dotted with stars, and a bright moon casts a brilliant moonlight surrounded by stars.
But the faint light couldn't dispel the darkness of the vast sea.
There is a lighthouse at sea level that seems to swallow everything.
The faint light emitted from the top of the lighthouse became the only light source in the entire dark sea level.
The lights flickered in the dark sea level and became the only signal, as if welcoming the returning sailors.
Soon after, a dull whistle broke the silence of the sea.
Whooo~~~! —
The muffled sound of the boat continued to spread forward and soon reached the port.
In an instant, the originally calm port came alive.
Lights shone from the dome, and the sleeping workers and sailors got up.
"I'm back! We're back in Hong Kong!"
"Everyone, get up and get to work!"
"Hurry up and get up, the fleet is back in the port."
One by one, the workers got up, skillfully putting on waterproof pants with suspenders, wore rain boots, lifted a single-wheel cart from the side, and firmly held the handle with both hands, ready to run at any moment.
These port workers, all with tanned skin and messy hair, looked at the returning fleet of boats with bright eyes.
And among the crowd, there was an out-of-place figure.
It was a child, about 150 cm tall, with yellowish skin and black hair, a thin figure wearing waterproof pants with wide suspenders, the suspenders tied tightly, knotted and hanging by the sides of his body, lifting his clothes as much as possible, but still, the crotch sagged seriously, like a person with short legs.
In a very amusing scene, the workers around him pretended not to see him.
The small child had a round, baby-fat face, and although he looked only about twelve or thirteen years old, his eyes were firmly focused ahead, as if he wanted to break out of this group of workers.
At that moment, the fishing boats began to enter the port and anchor, and with the orders of the managers up front, the workers rushed forward like a flood.
"I'm coming!"
"By arrival order!"
"Run slowly!"
The workers quickly pushed the carts forward, and in the ports where machinery was scarce, manual labor was the most reliable transport force.
These workers gather here each time the fleet returns to port, after all, they can earn 10 marks for a single move and half a month's salary for a few more trips.
For this reason, every return of the fleet is a good opportunity for these workers to make quick money.
Soon, the fastest workers struggled to break out of the fence to form the first tier, and surprisingly, the teenager was among them.
The teenager's legs were short, but his feet were fast, pushing his cart to dodge the crowd agilely, avoiding confrontations with the burly workers, while keeping up with the speed of the first tier.
The workers in the first tier quickly moved to the front of the fleet.
The child also found a boat docked on the shore and shouted: "Kovich, hurry! Load me now!"
A head popped up from the boat, a young man around 25 years old, wearing a crew member's hat. When he saw the child, he couldn't help but laugh; "Hey! Suker, long time no see!"
"Long time no see, hurry up and load!"
The young man named Suker waved his hand carelessly and continued urging.
Kovic shrugged and turned his head to shout; "Captain, it's ready to load!"
A man with a thick beard smiled, turned his head, and said loudly: "Guys, Suker's here to hurry up the loading!"
Upon hearing this, the boat burst into laughter.
There was a hint of dissatisfaction on Suke's round face, but the crew didn't take long to act. After opening the tank lid and briefly dividing the catch, they put part of it into the cart's loading channel. Finally, the young Suker covered it with a board, turned his head, and ran to the other side.
Suker had a flexible body, but his body obviously hadn't grown yet, and his strength was extremely weak, making it very difficult to push the cart, and his speed slowed considerably. Soon, the other workers left him behind.
Looking at the distant delivery point under the front light, Suker couldn't help but murmur:
"Stupid port, why put the delivery point so far?"
He was complaining, but his feet kept running vigorously forward, though the frequency of his little short legs weakened considerably under the weight, and he soon dropped straight to the last tier.
Whoa!!
Suker reached the delivery point, a row of delivery spots from 1 to 10, each with a recorder in front of it, and when the workers finished unloading once, they would write down the names of the others.
Suker's movements were very smooth. He quickly wedged the wheels of the monocycle onto the board, lifted the handle upwards, tipped the fish directly into the plastic tank, then turned his head and ran wildly.
"Suker! Once!"
The recorder across from the sink whispered, and the entry was immediately recorded.
Soon, after the hard work of the workers, in just one hour, the fish were cleaned.
Once the cleaning was done, the next step was to collect the money.
The morning sun filled the port, and the merchants were happy to collect their catches, while some locals came to buy them to sell at the market.
The entire port became livelier.
On the other side, the workers were lined up in a long queue, and a person in charge at the front was distributing commissions.
"Sesik, 15 times, 150 marks!"
A Bosnian man named Mu happily took the money from the person in charge, and after confirming it was correct, he happily turned around and left. The hard work this morning was enough to cover half of his monthly salary.
"Svikoczy, 13 times, 130 marks!"
This was a man of Croatian descent. Bosnia and Herzegovina borders Croatia, and many Croats were begging to make a living in Bosnia and Herzegovina at this time.
One by one, the workers received their salaries in an orderly fashion.
Soon, the tiny Suker was standing in front of the person in charge.
The man looked at Suker, pulled out a wad of bills, and said: "Suker, 10 times, 100 marks!"
Suker's eyes widened, and he said loudly: "No, I moved a total of 12 times, and you counted two less."
The person in charge frowned and said: "I remember very clearly, only 10 times."
—You're wrong! Suker shouted loudly: "You can't deduct my salary! If you do this, who will work here in the future?"
The person in charge seemed indifferent, and the workers behind him also looked at Suker impatiently.
But Suker remained unyielding. The little one wasn't tall, but his voice was very loud and bright, quickly attracting a crowd to watch the commotion.
Seeing more and more people gathering, the person in charge also began to feel concerned. He lowered his head and coldly said to Suker: "Only 10 times, if you want to keep doing this job in the future, take the money and leave!"
There was a threat in the other person's eyes. Suker looked at the money and finally snatched it, giving the person in charge an international salute gesture and immediately turned to leave.
A hero suffers no immediate loss. Suker knew very well that if he kept arguing, not only would he not get this money, but he might even get beaten.
With Suker's departure, the farce also ended, and the workers continued queuing to collect their wages.
At that moment, Suker arrived at a step at the edge of the port and sat down, looked at the money in his hand, and said with a look of pity: "That's 10 cups of milk, less than 20 marks!"
"Harun with a black heart, why is this guy staring at me?"
The more Suke thought about it, the more melancholic he became, and his little head tilted in frustration.
"It's better to have less money than to lose the job!"
Suddenly, a voice came from the side.
Suker turned his head to see a young man named Kovic standing next to him from the previous boat.
Kovic threw the milk in his hand, and when Suker saw the milk, his eyes lit up. He immediately took it, unscrewed the cap, and poured it.
Seeing Suker drink the milk, Kovic looked him up and down: "Why hasn't he grown at all? I was over 170 cm when I was 16."
"President!" Suker licked the remaining milk from his lips and turned his head seriously: "I'm just a late adopter."
Kovic smiled: "Who would believe the guy in front of you is a professional player playing in Bosnia and Herzegovina's third division?"
Suker stretched his index finger and shook it side to side, saying seriously: "The top scorer!"
Kovic raised an eyebrow: "How many have you scored this season?"
"Eight balls so far!"
"The league should be at 12 rounds by now, right?" Kovic was a bit surprised.
Suker: "11 rounds, eight balls!"
Kovic raised his thumb: "Impressive."
Suker turned his head and smiled: "A guy like me is still hanging on. Want to come back and play?"
Kovic laughed: "What kind of football to play, I'm still playing in the third division at the age of 25. It sounds like the third division, but in all of Bosnia and Herzegovina, except for the Super League, the rest are amateurs. I don't want to play football and work at the same time to make ends meet."
Suker: "I still miss your passes, those cheeky long passes!"
Kovic smiled, sat next to Suker, leaning his body, and said: "I've quit football, and I think I made the right decision. You should bless me."
Suker said helplessly: "Well then, I bless you."
After a pause, Suker turned to Kovic and smiled: "As a former teammate, can you do me a favor?"
Kovic wondered: "What's so urgent?"
Suker's immature face showed a hint of fierceness, and he said maliciously: "Testify for me, I'm going to report Harun for child labor!"
Kovic opened his mouth and said in surprise: —Are you really playing?
Suker: "That guy deducted a large part of my commission, and I want him to cough up double."
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