Fisherman's Secret

That night, Fang Jing had a long-lost dream.

Rather than saying it was a dream, it might be better to say that his consciousness turned into a gust of breeze, carrying him across the torrent of time and space.He seems to be surrounded by a huge magnetic field, and images of time and space in various eras flash like distorted slides. He opens his eyes wide to see those familiar or unfamiliar images passing by, and wants to reach out to grab them. Caught an empty.

He was trying to see if he and Cen Jiu's future could be recognized from those images, but he was dragged into the huge torrent of time and space.

Some scientists once said that if a person's speed can exceed the speed of light, then he can live forever.

Fang Jing is now personally experiencing the super-light speed, and has to resist the huge impact of the torrent of time and space. The feeling couldn't be more sour.

After what seemed like a century, Fang Jing finally felt himself stop.

He found himself on the banks of the Qinhuai River in the late Qing Dynasty and the early Republic of China. The streets were full of scholars in mandarin jackets and long gowns, walking hurriedly with their heads down, picking off their top hats when they met acquaintances; The rickshaw passed by and stopped in front, and a graceful lady wearing a printed curvy long cheongsam walked out, with a graceful figure, elegant and reserved; the smell of food came from the wineries and restaurants on both sides, accompanied by the shouts of vendors, bringing With the unique Ruan Nong voice in the Jiangnan area.

The lively faces, the graceful figures, and even the scenes of bullies bullying men and women with pipes in their mouths on the street are full of life.

Fang Jing is like a ghost, wearing modern pajamas, wandering the streets a hundred years ago, no one noticed him, and no one saw him.

He saw himself passing through the body of a man in brocade, but the man was completely unconscious, chatting and laughing with the people around him.

At the end of the road, came a few middle-aged men with round arms and thick arms, uniformly tattooed with hideous tattoos on their arms.

These people are members of local gangs. They usually bully men and women and do all kinds of evil. Pedestrians avoid them one after another.

These hooligans kicked away the peddlers who were getting in the way, and posted notices on the bulletin board one by one.

Even if they were curious, no one went up to look at it. After all the people in the group had left, the nearby people hesitantly surrounded them and stared at the notices. A few old poor scholars murmured something while shaking their heads. sigh.

Fang Jing was very curious, and also moved over - he is in the state of a soul, and his body can be vacated, which is very convenient.

It turned out that there were half-text, half-white notices for labor recruitment.

Foreigners recruited a large number of laborers to go to Europe and America to dig mines and repair railways.

pay?Well, it's beautiful.

treatment?Also very nice.

How can there be such a beautiful thing, properly pulled to the rhythm of pyramid schemes.

But there is no such thing as pyramid schemes in this era. With such favorable conditions, there is obviously some conspiracy.

However, despite such generous conditions, due to the deep-rooted attachment of the Chinese to their homeland, no matter how poor life is, few people are willing to travel across the ocean to start an unknown life on the other side of the ocean.

At this time, the hooligans came out again and started lobbying.

Why go to the United States to work, you can make a lot of money!

The US is full of fun, there are no human rickshaws on the roads, they are all four-wheeled cars; when you come to the US, you can drink every day and eat meat!The moon in foreign countries is rounder than that in China.

All the onlookers were star-eyed.

Fang Jing watched this scene, thinking slowly, thinking about the relationship in it.

Thanks to Professor Lu, his history of the Ming and Qing Dynasties is particularly good.

According to the dressing customs of people in this era, it is about the end of the 19th century and the beginning of the 20th century, the end of the Qing Dynasty and the beginning of the Republic of China.

At this time, European countries had already experienced the second industrial revolution, the capitalist machine revolution began to appear, the capitalist world system began to be initially established, and mankind entered the age of steam.The invention and application of new power has promoted the demand and development of energy, and Western powers urgently need a large number of cheap labor to invest in capitalist construction.

What could be more suitable for "hiring" a large number of cheap labor than the weak, vast and populous Republic of China?

These foreigners are very cunning, they don't show up themselves, they collude with the local rogue gangs to act as human traffickers, and abduct the Chinese by coaxing and deceiving.

These people left their hometowns, with good expectations for a new life in the future. Dozens of hundreds of people crowded into the same small cabin, endured months of turbulent waves, and went to the unknown ocean, hoping that life there would be better. It's easier to be safe.

Unexpectedly, when they went abroad, the dream of a new life turned into the abyss of nightmare.They have become yellow slaves who are not even as good as livestock in the eyes of others. They are engaged in the dirtiest, tiring and most dangerous jobs. Not to mention making money, they are not even guaranteed their lives.

Some people want to escape, but they don't even speak a word, don't know the way, and have nowhere to escape. They can only live in numbness and despair, like walking dead.

During this period, a large number of Chinese laborers were transported to various parts of the world as coolies, contributing their flesh and blood to the construction of capitalism.

The most famous Pacific Railway in the United States that runs through the east and west, and the San Francisco Golden Gate Bridge, are paved with the blood, sweat and bones of Chinese laborers.

As people say, under every sleeper on this railway, there is a skeleton of a laborer from the Celestial Dynasty.Under every pier of this bridge are buried countless wronged souls of the Chinese people.

This method of coaxing or even poaching the labor force of young and middle-aged people even has an image and full of insulting names-catch pigs.

Docile and obedient, willing to work without complaint, can't even speak, eat when asked to eat, and work when asked to work, isn't it just like a pig.

As a future man, Fang Jing knows this period of history, but people in this era don't.

The cake painting is so beautiful that many working people living at the bottom of the society are moved, smacking their lips, and their thoughts are alive.

Life is so hard right now.

War, poverty, and precarious life have worn down these bottom-level working people and almost lost hope in life. This announcement seems to light up a light in their miserable life.

If on the other side of the ocean, life is really so good, as long as you work hard, you will have a salary of ten silver coins a month, and there are dormitories. A silver coin is much more hopeful than living now.

Work for a few more years, come back after saving enough money, marry a wife and have a bunch of cubs, and live a lifetime with peace of mind.

Or with better luck, it would be nice to marry a local woman and live outside for the rest of your life.

The people around were discussing in twos and threes, some looked suspicious, some looked happy, some looked excited, and some looked worried.

There are also pressures from life, and those who can't make it through draw their fingerprints on the spot, oh no, they sign the contract.

This kind of person is usually a single man who has no family, and the whole family is not hungry. Instead of staying in the country and starving to death, or being arrested to join the army and die in a war, it is better to go abroad to fight. Life is really so beautiful, how can we have enough food and clothing?

Fang Jing watched anxiously, and wanted to yell loudly to tell them not to go, as they would not be able to come back if they went.

But he was only in the state of a soul, and he couldn't make a sound at all, and no one heard him when he made a sound. He could only watch helplessly as these people signed the contract, waved goodbye to relatives and friends with simple luggage, and boarded the boat with a worried face.

Most of the people on board were foreigners, looking at this group of ragged laborers with very contemptuous eyes, and a few hooligans in short coats stood behind them and smiled shyly.

A tall, strong sailor with a fleshy face nodded his head, and said a few words to one of the first mates, who seemed to be the first officer. The rogue took the silver dollar, nodded and left.

This is actually a cargo ship, and the cargo hold is full of goods.

These foreigners came to the Celestial Dynasty with a boat full of opium and cheap cotton gauze, in exchange for precious gold and silver jewelry, tea, raw silk, and a lot of cheap labor.

Fang Jing followed a middle-aged man, and was arranged to enter a cabin at the bottom. In the small cabin, nearly a hundred people had already been locked up either sitting or lying down.

This small enclosed space will be their range of activities for several months to come, eating, drinking and messing can only be confined to this limited space.

Fang Jing noticed that there were a total of six cabins for the laborers on this ship.

With the sound of the whistle, the huge steamship slowly started, loaded with goods and hundreds of laborers, and set sail slowly to the other side of the Pacific Ocean, the country that is said to be full of freedom and dreams even if the moon is rounder than the hometown.

Unfortunately, this cargo ship did not reach the other side of the ocean smoothly as people expected. In the vast Pacific Ocean, it encountered a rare storm and finally hit a rock and sank.

Fang Jing stood in the cabin and watched helplessly as the freighter slowly sank to the bottom of the sea. The captain and first mates hurriedly drove the lifeboat away from the sinking giant ship, and everyone frantically tried their best. Escape, no one still remembers the nearly [-] Chinese laborers in the airtight cabin at the bottom.

The ruthless sea water poured into the sealed cargo hold, compressing the air in the hold. They could only stretch their necks as far as possible, breathing the last few mouthfuls of oxygen at the end of their lives.

With the crazy influx of sea water, the air is compressed to the extreme, and the cabin at this time is like a gunpowder magazine full of dust, only waiting for the critical moment to explode.

The huge impact stirred the surrounding sea water, the freighter was divided into four and five bags, and sank to the bottom of the sea. None of the more than 700 laborers on board survived, and all became victims of the ocean.

On the tugboat, Cen Jiu slapped Fang Jing's cheek vigorously, calling him at the same time: "Xiao Jing, wake up! You are having a nightmare!"

"call--"

Like a suffocated person suddenly re-contacting the air, Fang Jing gasped for a few breaths and opened his eyes suddenly.

With the familiar ceiling above his head, and turning his head to see the handsome face of his boyfriend who can't help but smile every time he sees it, Fang Jing's mind was momentarily at a loss.

"What's wrong with me?"

Cen Jiu looked at him expressionlessly: "You are having a nightmare."

Nightmare?

Oh, he seemed to have dreamed of a sinking ship just now, and drowned with the people on board.

It's so unscientific that he's just from a soul state, and he can still drown like an ordinary person!

Fang Jing sat up, the fear of suffocation in the dream still lingers now, and watching hundreds of people being blown to pieces in front of his eyes, even if he just saw it in a dream, it is by no means a good thing experience.

He wiped his face, stood up from the bed, went to the bathroom to wash his face with cold water, and when he returned to the rest cabin, he was fully awake.

He already knew very well about the urination of Water Bubbles, and it must be because he encountered those ghost flowers during the day, so he only dreamed at night.

The only difference from before is that the dream this time is not so wonderful.

"What's the dream?" The two got back into bed and put on the quilt. Cen Jiu touched his hand and felt a little cold, so he quickly grabbed it to warm him.

"Ah, I dreamed about a shipwreck." Fang Jing turned over and hugged Cen Jiu, completely out of sleepiness.

"A new shipwreck?" Cen Jiu answered smoothly.

As a qualified boyfriend, although his sense of existence has always been very thin, he has been silently watching his boyfriend's every move. Fang Jing's weird actions are actually not difficult to guess.

He is such a considerate and careful boyfriend!

"Ah, it's a freighter, but it sells not only goods, but also slaves." Fang Jing was still immersed in the sadness of the remaining life after the catastrophe just now, holding Cen Jiu's sleeve and looking out the window with open eyes.

He seemed to understand a little bit about the source of those ghost flowers.

People who left their homes, full of yearning for a new life, crossed the sea to another completely unfamiliar road, looking for new hope of life, but they did not expect to be buried under the sea in such a tragic and terrible way.

Is it reconciled, because if you are not reconciled, you will never be able to return to your hometown, you will not be able to see your relatives in your hometown, your elderly parents will have no one to take care of you, your beautiful wife and children will have no one to take care of them, and they will never die with peace in their eyes.

It is because of the longing and guilt for their relatives that they linger, and so a large number of ghost flowers have grown in this seabed.

"slave?"

"Well, I was tricked into going to the United States to work as a laborer. In fact, I was a slave. The ship sank, and more than 600 laborers all died."

Cen Jiu knew Miguo: "Is it where Uncle Fang wears a prosthetic leg and where Xiaole studies? Are you still selling slaves?"

"How can it be! That happened more than 100 years ago, and now people claim to be the most democratic country and the one that loves human rights the most."

democracy?don't know.human rights?Still don't know.

This world is really amazing. There are so many magical boxes, and so many strange countries. In a country with the Mi Ziqi flag, the heroine is not the supreme ruler; the leader of the country with the Stars and Stripes is actually It is elected by the people.

The dark guard who came across from Da Qi said that this would be completely impossible in the Da Qi Dynasty.

"There's still a sunken ship underneath!" Fang Jing thought of the tea and raw silk piled up on the freighter, feeling a little pity.After so many years of seawater immersion, I'm afraid it has already rotted.

However, there are still a lot of gold coins and silver coins on board, which should be worth a lot of money. When boarding the ship, some sailors carried several boxes full of gold coins and silver coins to the captain's cabin.

His soul state God mode all see spicy.

Moreover, this is the money that the Americans robbed our ancestors, and he is not lenient at all when he scoops it up.

That's it!