After a small episode, the family successfully boarded the boat with the little black beans.
The steward on the ship is Hei Dazhuang. He is a down-to-earth person. He directly arranged the people in Yaoshui Village to the second floor. Not only do they not have to stand outside to enjoy the sea breeze, but they can also enjoy the excellent sea view by opening the windows.
When we took a boat to the sea for the first time, everyone became like little monks who accidentally entered Pansi Cave. Everything they saw was strange.
Whenever a school of fish or shrimp passes by, the person who discovered it first will immediately call his fellow villagers to come over and watch. A group of people crowd around the window and chatter, as excited as if they have discovered some treasure.
But last night, Shu Mingli, who had made bold words to carve out a world on the sea, wilted and huddled in the corner with a pale face, without even the strength to open his eyes.
Yan Yan had just finished watching the shrimps when she turned around and saw Uncle Third, who was as wilted as an eggplant. She ran over and poked his leg, "Uncle Third, what's wrong with you?"
Shu Mingli opened his eyes weakly and opened his mouth, "Ouch!"
Just as the sound stopped, another sound of "vomit" came from behind. Looking back, Qingsong also rubbed his stomach and vomited.
Yan Yan blinked her eyes in confusion, and it took her a long time to react, "Uncle Third, are you seasick?"
Shu Mingli had just finished vomiting and felt a little better. He gasped and asked, "Seasickness? What do you mean?"
Yan Yan plucked the soft flesh on her face and thought about it, then said: "It seems to be a kind of disease. After getting on the boat, you will feel uncomfortable in your stomach, dizzy, and want to vomit..."
"Yes, that's the symptom." Shu Mingli held Xiaotuanzi's hand excitedly and asked, "Do you know how to treat it? It's so uncomfortable. If I go through this for two days, I'll be dead."
"It's useful to have ginger slices in your mouth, but we don't have ginger slices." Yan Yan looked innocent.
At this moment, Wei Pang and Hei Dazhuang came up with a basket and a big pot, "Folks, it's time for breakfast. Each person has a steamed bun and a bowl of porridge. Come over and line up!"
Someone saw Fatty Wei wearing an apron around his waist, looking like a cook, and couldn't help but joke: "Master Wei, aren't you the most famous painter in Qiongzhou? How did you become a cook?"
Wei Pang glared at the man angrily, "What do you know? My true identity is as a painter, and cooking is just for fun. How can a genius like me be a cook?"
Hei Dazhuang specifically tried to dismantle him, "Don't listen to his nonsense, he is the cook of our ship.
When he was painting portraits for people on the street, he was chased and beaten by customers because the paintings were too ugly. An adult passed by and rescued him. Later, when he learned that he was a good cook, he made an exception and hired him as a cook in the magistrate's mansion.
If you want to turn on the stove or drink hot water in the past two days, just go to the kitchen downstairs to find him, don't let him be lazy."
Fatty Wei was exposed in public. He was so angry that he raised his arms to hit someone. Before he lowered his fists, he turned around and saw Yan Yan running this way on short legs. His face changed in another second.
"Little friend, come here quickly. My uncle specially steamed a pig-shaped bun for you. It's so beautiful! Just wait, and I will find it for you!"
"I'll eat the steamed buns later." Yan Yan shook her head, pulling his sleeve and pointing at Shu Mingli who looked like a dead dog, "My third uncle is seasick. Do you have any ginger slices?"
"Oh, I forgot about this!" Wei Fatty slapped his head, "Mr. Lin specially asked the doctor to prepare some seasickness medicine before coming here, just to be afraid that you might feel uncomfortable since you have never been on a boat.
First, two people drag him to the bow of the boat and lie down. It will be more comfortable if he has some ventilation. I will make some medicine right now. Hei Dazhuang, I will leave the task of serving food to you. Keep your dog eyes wide open and don’t give it to me.
Made a mistake!"
After explaining what was going on, Fatty Wei ran away like a gust of wind.
The people around him quickly followed his instructions and helped Shu Mingli, Qing Bai, and three other seasick people to the bow of the boat.
Hei Dazhuang stayed at the entrance of the stairs and carefully started breakfast. He held the steamed bun in his left hand and a spoon in his right hand. His movements were quite skillful.
Shu Mingzhi stood outside the team and watched for a long time. Thinking of what he said to him yesterday, he always felt something wrong. Finally, he couldn't help but stepped forward and asked, "Brother, what kind of work do you do in Zhizhou Mansion?"
Hei Dazhuang, who had received "special care" from Lin Changyu, was very wary. When he heard that he wanted to inquire about this, he almost threw away his spoon.
"We don't do much work. We just wash, cook and sweep the streets. Whatever the people need, we do it... You have to know that we are from the prefecture and it is our responsibility to serve the people.
pleasure!"
"Really? That's not what you said yesterday." Shu Mingzhi glanced at him and already noticed something was wrong. He touched his chin and asked, "How much is your monthly salary? Are there any benefits?"
Hei Dazhuang's hands trembled, and he said without changing his expression: "The wages, the wages are quite a lot, two silver dollars per month."
As soon as he finished speaking, another voice came from downstairs: "Two denarii, but they are never paid out on time."
Fatty Wei was holding a small pot for decoction and cursed: "The last time I paid wages, I remember it was last winter. I paid a total of two taels. Master Lin still owes me three years of wages!"
Shu Mingzhi was shocked, "Why are you still in arrears with wages? I don't think Mr. Zhizhou is like that!"
Hei Dazhuang quickly explained: "You can't blame Mr. Lin for this. The main reason is that Qiongzhou is too poor... Your Excellency is not rich to begin with, and you have to help poor people from time to time, so you can't always pay your wages."
"Is that so..." Shu Mingzhi scratched his head, not knowing how to evaluate Lin Changyu's behavior of burning himself to illuminate others.
After a long silence, he asked again: "Why are you still willing to work with him if you can't get paid?"
Hei Dazhuang smiled shyly, "I'm so good at eating that my family can't afford to feed me. I know that the government of Zhizhou has enough food."
Shu Mingzhi: "..."
This reason is really irrefutable.
"What about you?" He asked Wei Fat again.
Fatty Wei put the seasickness medicine on the table, clenched his fists, and said indignantly: "They are blind and look down on the small portraits I painted. They ask me to compensate them every time they finish painting. I have no money and cannot afford the compensation, so I can only go to Zhizhou."
I’m going to be a cook!”
Shu Mingzhi: "..."
Another one no one wants.
"There is also our manager Zhang. He has a bad temper and fights with people wherever he goes. No one wants him. Master Zhizhou is kind and took him in."
Hei Dazhuang added, while mentally applauding his wit.
Mr. Lin, I have followed your instructions and tried my best to put in a good word for you. In the end, things went wrong, so don't settle the score with me.
At this time, Shu Mingzhi finally understood that Lord Zhizhou was just a rag-picker, and he couldn't recruit any serious people, so he had to hire a group of "wonders" with extraordinary talents.
In this case, the question arises, should he still go to Zhizhou Prefecture to work?
Go ahead, you'll just enjoy the scenery, but you'll actually suffer and get nothing.
Don't go. Everyone in the village knows that he is going to Zhizhou Prefecture to do something important. If he suddenly says he quits, it will be embarrassing if word spreads.
He thought he was going to be successful and reach the pinnacle of his life, but he fell into a trap. Alas, his life was so miserable!