Reborn As a Pirate

Being a Pirate on Your Birthday ()

Captain, there is news!

Wang Ye strode into the water tank, followed by two timid young men with sallow and emaciated faces. They were from the East. Judging from the money pigtails on the back of their heads, they were still Chinese and Qing people of this era.

This made Lorraine feel a strange feeling in his heart, like seeing Huang Feihong on the movie channel, or Hua Yingxiong on the computer...

No, Hua Yingxiong doesn't seem to wear braids just to look handsome...

He straightened his mind and went up to meet him: These two...

Didn't you ask me to dress up as an Indian and go to the South District to investigate clues about the slave mob? I went.

Wang also showed a look of nostalgia.

The problem is that this method can't fool the Indians there at all, and because Ava's appearance is too exaggerated, she is regarded as an insult by those Indians.

Well……

A total of forty or fifty people chased me for seven streets with knives, sticks and pitchforks. Thanks to these fellow villagers, I was rescued and hid in their settlement.

Lorraine blinked: The settlement? There are also Qing people in Boston?

There are only about 40 or 50 people connected with each other in each workshop. No one knows how many people there are in total. Anyway, compared to blacks and Indians, it is almost none.

Wang also paused, quickly glanced at the compatriots behind him, and moved to Lorraine.

Most of the villagers here can't speak English or French. They were first deceived to the West Coast, then sold to the French by those unscrupulous Spaniards, and then sent to Boston after several twists and turns.

I found that many of them didn't know that they had become slaves. Because of the language barrier, they were often bullied by the blacks and Indians here, so they could only hug each other to keep warm.

Also, after the slaves in Boston were liberalized, they seemed to be treated a lot better than other slaves. With the support of white people, young people who were often angry would go to the settlements of other slaves to provoke other slaves, which happened to be not too different from my situation. many……

So they treat you as a slave in the South District?

It's about the same... It seems that they not only treat me as a slave, but also as the kind of smart, respected, and promising young man. Many people have come to curry favor with me these days.

Lorraine rolled his eyes when he heard this: A slave? The future is limitless? Still flattering you?

That... none of the middle-aged men in the settlements who talk about seniority and real affairs understand foreign languages. They still think that they are here to do work for foreigners. There are a few young people who seem to understand, but they speak , how can an old man help...

Lorraine took a deep breath.

He was almost moved by the tragic experience of his soul compatriots, even if this feeling was very, very, very inappropriate.

But the kind of seniority and inferiority engraved in the bones, the unreasonable oldness is right, and the familiar sweet smell of feudal dross...

It's really the feeling of a sow competing with Diaochan.

Shaking his head and throwing away his own fantasies, Lorraine looked up and down the two Qing people brought by Wang Ye.

It was they who brought the news?

Wang also smiled slyly: Liu Jizu and Zhao Chuansi are two young people with the most active brains in the settlement. They are both in their early twenties and have mastered simple language. They get close to some white foremen and communicate with fellow villagers They are not close.

I wasn't familiar with them at first, but they took the initiative to find me today and told me an interesting story about the Southern District.

Speaking of this, Lorraine already understood that Wang was also being targeted.

It may be difficult for Westerners to understand Chinese people's understanding of social interaction.

The Chinese style of social interaction, which is steeped in Confucianism and elegance, has always pursued gentleness, humility, respect and restraint. Compared with the humorous personas created by Western gentlemen, they prefer to express their reserve and solemnity.

This is a very interesting difference between East and West.

Humor is a useful and necessary skill in Western social life. In many cases, starting with one or two funny stories is the only way to make friends with strangers.

No one will feel wronged by it.

But in the East, if someone goes to gossip in front of unfamiliar villagers, the villagers will not find it interesting, and they will not have the desire to make friends. They will only question the speaker's character and sincerity.

It can be seen from this that it is almost impossible for Zhao Chuansi and Liu Jizu to come with their own wishes, and it is more likely that some white man came up with a stupid idea for them, such as... a certain foreman they deliberately wanted to curry favor with.

Wang also obviously noticed.

So he didn't deliberately act stupid, but directly led the two speakers to the shipyard, so that the other party could feel more accurately that Lorraine had received the message that those people wanted to convey.

The fish took a bite...

Lorraine smiled slightly: Do I need to see them?

Of course, if you don't give the reward yourself, how can you show that you attach importance to this matter?

...

It's not the heir to Zhao, he is the successor to Liu, Lei... Lei Hou, who loves your gold, is here to spit honey...

I thought that pretending that I don't understand Chinese is a matter of concentrating on pretending, but as soon as Zhao Chuansi spoke, Lorraine knew that the matter was stable.

The Cantonese that circled the column three times and the English with the same accent are mixed. You have me, and I have him. Lorraine can barely distinguish [Hello], and then there is no more.

He helplessly asks Wang Ye for help, Wang Ye is secretly startled, he just feels that his captain's acting skills are getting better and better, and even he can't tell the truth from the frown or smile.

This... great!

Wang also gave an angry praise and began to translate.

The content of the anecdote is actually very simple. There is a strange missionary in the Jenny Daya Chapel in the Ninth Community of the South District. He is hidden in a large smock and even wears a mask on his face.

His teachings were not very good, and he often recited them according to the scriptures, but he often talked about sensitive topics of color opposites while preaching, which made Mary Daya's popularity increase sharply.

The famous saying [yellow and black are friends, white is the enemy] gained him great popularity among the slaves. Hundreds of people revered him as a saint, and others stole guns and ammunition from the gun factory to support him.

He said that God originally had color, and it was white people who made God white. They are the believers favored by the Lord, who are going to die for the glory of the Lord, for the glory of the Lord, to make Boston the Jerusalem of Color.

The holy war of colors will start at any time and will never end.

Following Wang Ye's up-and-down translation, Lorraine's brows became more and more wrinkled.

The preacher was undoubtedly the instigator of the slave mob, the poor actor who jumped on stage, and the Mary Daya Chapel was the most likely source of the Night of Shame attack.

The problem is, the strong and familiar smell of cults made Lorraine smell Martinique, and even the radical and irrational color theory was concocted by a white man, and that man's name... John. Leishid.

Lorraine snorted softly, and said to Wang Ye, Ask them, what's the name of that missionary?

Ivankin, or Ivankin, is called Rashid.

Ivankin Rashid, Rashid's Avenger...

Lorraine sighed violently, thinking that he had to suffer endlessly for what that guy did!

What's even more ridiculous is that for the sake of his own plan to go smoothly, he can't do without it!

Rashid, you owe me this time!

Lorraine muttered silently, took out an octagonal gold coin from his pocket, flicked it, and bounced it into Zhao Chuansi's arms.

The last question, ask them, when is Mary Daya's next rally?

Tonight at 11, Sermon, Exodus.