"Ta Ta Ta Ta" The movement on the deck was too loud. The armed sailors in the cabin thought that the Chinese workers were going to riot, so they flocked to the deck one after another.
"Get out, right now!" The dark muskets were pointed at Huang Ping and the others. If they resisted at all, the sailor holding the gun would press the trigger without hesitation.
Huang Ping raised his hands obediently and squatted down to protect his daughter. Several other Chinese workers did not dare to resist when they saw the situation and squatted down in the same obedient manner.
"Take them all off!" Seeing that a group of Chinese workers did not dare to resist, the first mate ordered with a wave of his hand without asking what was going on.
"No, no," the fat sailor stood in front of the other sailors and stopped him: "You can't do this. They are uniformed by us and should be handed over to us. You have crossed the line by doing this."
"Shut up, you bastard! I have the final say here!" the first mate gave the fat sailor a fierce look and said in disgust.
"They can take her away and keep the little girl."
The fat sailor was afraid of the first mate's majesty and compromised.
"Keep the girl here and take the others away." The first mate looked at the fat sailor impatiently and ordered his men to start taking people away.
The two sailors put away their muskets as ordered, took a few steps forward to separate Huang Ping from several other Chinese workers, and vigorously pulled Youlan in Huang Ping's arms.
"Abba, Abba!" he shouted in panic, holding his father's shoulders firmly.
Huang Ping's eyes were red. He knew very well what fate his daughter would face if she left him. He hugged his daughter with his left hand, touched the scimitar at his waist with his right hand, and prepared to fight to the death.
"Stop." A typical Hakka voice sounded at this moment. Huang Ping looked up and saw that it was the scarred man who had had a conflict a few days ago.
After the scarred man made a sound, he walked up to the first mate and whispered a few words in a low voice. The first mate nodded and signaled to the two sailors in front, who immediately let go of Youlan and took two steps back.
"Brother Huang, you are in trouble. The foreigners say that you are plotting a riot, and they will shoot you in front of other Chinese workers." The scarred man said with a pity on his face.
"Brother Wang, it was my fault a few days ago. I hope you can help us out of consideration for the fact that we are all Hakkas. After this incident, we will definitely not forget your kindness."
As a lowly man, he left his hometown where he had lived for decades and was on a coolie ship controlled by foreigners. For the sake of his daughter and other relatives of his own race, Huang Ping had no choice but to behave in a low voice.
"Brother Huang, what are you talking about? I have already forgotten what happened a few days ago, why do I still care about it?"
The scarred man smiled and said: "When my fellow tribesmen are in trouble, I will bring them out, so I will not let them go. But if you make the foreign masters unhappy, it will be hard for me to handle it."
"Brother Wang, I still have some bits and pieces of silver here, all for you." Huang Ping knew that the scarred man would not be so kind as to help them, so he took out all the wealth he had with him and held it in his hand.
The entire wealth of Huang Ping's family, and the money carried by the few men with him combined, was only a dozen taels of silver. The scarred man shook the broken silver in his hand with his right hand, walked to the first mate, took out more than half and handed it to him, and learned half the way.
The one who came in English said: "Sir, this is the money they have. You can take it first, and then let them pay for you after they return to the cabin."
"King, I let them go for your sake, otherwise they will all be shot for riot."
The first mate casually put the scattered silver into his arms and said arrogantly.
"My lord is magnanimous, so naturally I won't argue with them." The scarred man complimented him and explained: "I have one thing to advise you. These people are not ordinary farmers. They are the remnants of the long-haired thieves who rebelled in the past two years.
Army, everyone has a life on their body. If you kill a few of them, the remaining people may riot and rebel. Unless all the Chinese workers in their prime on the ship are killed, you will have to worry about them rioting at any time. In this way
, not only can’t make any money from the voyage, but it also costs hundreds of people a ride, so the boss will definitely be dissatisfied.
So it’s better to have less trouble than more trouble. Anyway, the conflict they just had was just a small misunderstanding. Let’s just let them go and save you trouble.”
"Well, what you said makes sense. We came to the Far East to make a fortune. If we can cause less trouble, I don't want to kill more people. But they beat the German sailors on the ship. They can't convince the public without punishment. Go tell them that they are causing trouble.
Everyone received ten lashes."
"Oh, I understand." Scarface turned to Huang Ping and said, "Master Yang said that since you are the first offenders, you will be spared your lives. Each of you will only be whipped once, but each of you will have to sign a five-year prostitution contract.
, agree to work for Heshun Company for free for five years, otherwise the foreign master will kill you as a warning and shoot you in public. I have said everything I can for you. Which path you choose is up to you."
"Brother Wang, it was that fat foreigner who caused trouble first, why are you punishing us?"
Although the conditions for Huang Ping and others to seek life in Nanyang were difficult, after they paid off the shipping fees owed to the coolie shipping merchants, the remaining wages were their own. The five-year unpaid work agreement they signed next to the scarred man's mouth was clearly
Asking them to sell themselves for five years, how could Huang Ping agree so easily!
"Hmph, I'm kind enough to help you, but you still don't appreciate it. In this case, I don't care about your business. Don't blame others when the foreign master shoots you later." The scarred man pretended to be angry and acted like a fool.
"Brother Wang, stop, I...I agree." Huang Ping struggled in his heart and agreed.
"Haha, that's right. We are all one family. Brother Huang, don't worry. Heshun Company will not treat you badly when we get to Lion City." The scarred man smiled and said a few words to several people, then turned around and walked towards the first mate.
"Master Foreign, they've done it all."
"Very good, take them under custody and punish them tomorrow morning."
"Sir, you promised to leave that little girl to me, and I won't regret it!" The scarred man made an agreement with the first mate, and five or six people were about to escort Huang Ping and Youlan to the cabin. The fat sailor hurriedly ran over and shouted
road.
"Bill, when did I promise to hand over the little girl to you? Don't talk nonsense, otherwise I will teach you a lesson according to the rules on the ship!"
"Asshole, you just agreed." The fat sailor heard the first mate's words and was furious. Taking advantage of the drunkenness in his body, he cursed the first mate and turned around and walked towards the mountain, trying to snatch the young orchid from Huang Ping's hand.
"You mean mad dog, stop him." It is a very serious matter for sailors to openly contradict and insult their superiors in the fleet. How could the first mate tolerate Bill's open defiance of his authority, so he immediately shouted loudly.
The obese sailor had always been unwelcome on the coolie ship. Now he was injured by several Chinese workers. The first mate refused to admit that he had just tacitly agreed to take the girl away. He suddenly felt that he had been greatly insulted. He ran forward without hesitation and knocked him down one after another.
