On the sea, the East China Sea Fleet stood in a long line, cutting through the waves as it headed north.
Zheng Chiyuan stood on the deck of a large ship in the middle of the city, looking at the familiar scenery around him and sighed, "Finally back! Steam engines are still the best!"
It's the season when the north wind blows. Without a steam engine, it would be incredibly difficult for a large ship to carry such heavy cargo against the wind.
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