In July in southern Fujian, the day after Typhoon Mawa passed through, Chen Yanzhou stood on the reef beach of Yuegang, Zhangzhou. The salty sea breeze carried half a piece of yellowed paper money, which was stuck to the center of the compass in his hand - the twenty-four mountain directions on the disk trembled crazily, and finally the pointer bit the dark brown ancient ship half buried in the tidal flat five hundred meters away...
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