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Chapter 49 The Old Movie of the Republic of China (3)

Chapter 49

Jiang Feng struggled to get up from the ground, and took a closer look, this is...

cabin?

Jiang Feng had never been on a boat before, and he couldn't stand still in the cabin that shook the most. He stumbled all the way and finally hugged a pillar.He could still hug the pillar, otherwise Jiang Feng would have to lie on the ground unless the boat stopped.

The cabin is small, dim, and very crowded, with only a small slanted window, there is almost no light in the cabin.Hundreds of people were crowded into the small place, all kinds of people, men, women, young and old, the only common feature was that they were sallow and skinny, and most of them sat on the ground with blank eyes and numbness on their faces.

In this case, Jiang Feng couldn't tell which one was Jiang Weiguo.

Jiang Feng hugged the pillar and didn't dare to move. The whole cabin was filled with a suffocating smell, which was even more terrifying than the smell of the garbage mountain in the shed where Li Mingyi used to live.

The smell of sweat, rancidity, body odor, urine, and feces were mixed and fermented in such a closed cabin. If Jiang Feng hadn't experienced close contact with the garbage mountain before, he might have fled outside the cabin long ago.

It seemed that the people in the cabin hadn't bathed and changed clothes for a long time. Just looking at the harsh conditions here and their tattered and dirty clothes, Jiang Feng could guess that they didn't have the conditions to take a bath, let alone change clothes.

If it weren't for the yellow race in the cabin, Jiang Feng would have suspected that this was a black ship transporting black slaves.

After a long time, the hatch opened.

A thin, neatly dressed but equally old middle-aged man walked down the stairs with a look of disgust on his face, and stopped in the middle, obviously not wanting to touch the people in the bilge too much.

"The cook who cooks for the adults in the first-class cabin is sick, do you have a cook here?" the thin man shouted at the top of his voice, "Two steamed buns for each meal!"

As soon as the last sentence came out, there was a commotion in the originally dead bilge. They didn't care whether the sick cook was thrown into the river, they only cared about the two steamed buns.

No matter men, women, young or old, even children aged seven or eight, they all scrambled to be the first to shout: "I am a cook!"

"I can cook!"

"I don't want two steamed buns, I only want one!"

If it weren't for the fear of lean men, people who yearn for white flour steamed buns would have bee chrysalis squeezing his clothes.

"Quiet!" the skinny man roared, his voice drowning out the commotion of the people, "Don't want women, if you dare to disturb me, I will throw you all into the river!"

"What I want is a cook. A cook who cooks for grown-ups is not a waste who can only light a fire and cook it!" The thin man glanced around, and was a little disappointed to see that the originally enthusiastic people showed timid looks.

They are a merchant ship. They used to move goods back and forth in Southeast Asia. There are still many merchant ships like them on the sea.Slightly more ruthless, the poor who can’t survive are tricked into emptying all their belongings to buy a boat ticket, and then divide people into three or six grades. Beautiful or slightly attractive women are sold to San Francisco by the catty, strong laborers and women sell To the traffickers, children are worthless, if you buy them, you sell them, and if no one wants them, you just find a place to throw them away or throw them directly into the river.

Their owner is considered kind, although the ticket price is expensive, but at least they will guarantee to send people to where they want to go, and return three bowls of clear rice soup to the people in the cabin every day.

As for whether they can survive on three bowls of rice soup every day after spending all their wealth on the boat ticket, it is none of their business.Against the background of their peers, their boss is already a kind person with a bodhisattva heart.

"Is there anyone?" The thin man shouted again, "If you satisfy the adults in the first class, you can give three steamed buns for a meal!"

No one dared to agree.

They are afraid that if they are not good at cooking and anger the adults in the first class, not only will they not even get steamed buns, but they will also implicate the whole family.

This year, the north has experienced wars, severe droughts, and plagues. Both the rich and the poor are fleeing south. The daughter-in-law sold it to raise enough money.The identity of the people who can live in the first class cabin, these civilians dare not even think about it.

"Can I? I'm the cook of Taifeng Building." Jiang Weiguo squeezed out from the crowd.

At this time, Jiang Weiguo was about eleven or twelve years old. Because he had worked as a cook for Jiang Chengde since he was a child and had good nutrition, he looked very strong compared with the people who had been hungry and malnourished for a long time in the bilge. It can be seen at a glance that the original family was in a good situation.

It is impossible for children from poor families to grow up so strong.

"Taifeng Building?" The thin man obviously knew about Taifeng Building, and he didn't believe that Taifeng Building's help cook would be reduced to the bottom of the cabin. "How old are you? Thirteen? Fourteen?"

"Eleven." Jiang Weiguo replied.

The lean man sized him up, wondering what he was thinking, and after a long time, he reluctantly agreed: "Come up."

Under the envious eyes of everyone, Jiang Weiguo followed the thin man and left the bilge.

Jiang Feng hurriedly stumbled after him.

After leaving the bilge, the air is much fresher, and you can even feel the wind, which can be said to be very pleasant.

The lean man said: "My surname is Wang, and you will call me Manager Wang from now on. The adults in the first-class cabin are not something you and I can afford to neglect. If you go back now with an impostor, I can let the past go."

"My name is Jiang Weiguo." Jiang Weiguo said, extending his hand to him.

It was a pair of chef's hands.

Not rough, no redundant calluses, old wounds cut by a kitchen knife that can be seen with the naked eye.

Steward Wang believed that he was a cook.

Steward Wang led him into a narrow room and threw him a set of clean old clothes: "There is no hot water, wash yourself with cold water, especially your head, don't bring fleas and lice into the kitchen, and then put on clean clothes , I'll wait for you outside."

After speaking, he closed the wooden door.

Jiang Feng also didn't peek at his grandfather's hobby of taking a bath and changing clothes when he was young, and waited at the door like Steward Wang.

After a while, Jiang Weiguo came out.

After changing into clean clothes, my hands and face were clean, and even the crevices of my nails were cleaned.Steward Wang sized Jiang Weiguo up, nodded in satisfaction, and led him to the kitchen.

The kitchen on the boat is very small, but it is full of things. There are several kinds of vegetables, but they are all limp. There are fresh fish, but no fresh meat. There are a few hangers of dried meat, Jiang Feng can't recognize it with the naked eye what meat.

"The adult in the first-class cabin is surnamed Huang. Master Huang doesn't like to eat fish or ginger. You must prepare the dishes before eleven o'clock at noon today. At least three dishes and one soup. If you eat or steal, you will be thrown directly down!" Master Huang will naturally reward you if you do well, if you don’t do well, you can judge by yourself!" After the steward Wang bestowed grace and majesty on him, he was about to leave.

"By the way, next door is the kitchen of the second and third class cabins. If you are hungry, you can go there and mix two bowls of rice noodles."

Jiang Feng guessed that this was considered an employee benefit.

"Where is Mr. Huang, Steward Wang, from?" Jiang Weiguo asked.

Seeing that Jiang Weiguo actually asked a question, Steward Wang couldn't help but give him an extra look: "Huguang people."

"Thank you, Manager Wang, for letting me know." Jiang Weiguo said.

"If you want help, go to the neighbor next door." I don't know if it's because Jiang Weiguo is pleasing to the eye or because of other reasons, Guanshi Wang said another word.

(End of this chapter)

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