Tragically favored by the famous group

It was indeed Chi Xin's first time on a boat, but I heard that there are passenger cabins on cargo ships, which are different from cargo cabins full of cargo.But it was difficult for someone to take him to Feng's house on the way, so why should he cause trouble for others?

Furthermore, the conditions in the cargo hold were already much better than those in the slave shed.The slave shed was almost ventilated on all sides, and the pig pens and stables around it made the smell even worse.Now the live poultry in the cargo hold have cages to prevent them from running around. Isn’t it quite comfortable to sleep in such a huge cabin with no one around, and it seems that no one is in charge?

Chi Xin also has no concept of bedding at all. When living in the slave shed, if he is lucky, he can have hay for bedding. If not, he can just squeeze by the firepit.It is not cold on board now, and lying on the wooden cabin floor is much more comfortable than lying directly on the cold hard mud.To him it was a plank bed.There is a place to sleep from the wind and rain, and the conditions are good.

He found a corner that didn't get in the way, and tried lying down with his clothes wrapped on his pillow. The gap was a bit narrow, but fortunately, he wasn't fat or tall, and his legs and feet were slightly curled up. He didn't think it was a big problem. If he was sleepy at night, he could just sleep here. .

The only thing that worried him a little was the matter of eating.The steward of the Feng family didn't mention it just now, and he didn't dare to ask more.But it certainly looks like it won't be a waste of time.He might as well put down his luggage and go to the boat. If he hurry up and go to work, maybe he can get food.

Chi Xin didn't have anything else except the bag that contained a suit of clothes and some herbs.After stuffing the baggage in a gap that didn't get in the way, he didn't dare to delay, stood up, and went back to the deck according to the memory of when he came just now.

It was just after noon when he boarded the boat, and the bow of the boat was heading straight north without stopping for a moment. Now it was evening, and he could see the golden afterglow of the setting sun shining on the deck, and the sky quickly darkened again.

The river channel was narrower than before, but it was enough for a big ship like them to parallel three rows.Smaller clippers can be seen left and right, already hung with lanterns.The closer to the wharf, the more boats, either transporting people or pulling goods, shuttling back and forth, and further away, you can see the smoke from the houses outside the wharf.

It turns out that Jiangnan is so rich and lively.Unlike the holy religion outside the Great Wall, the surrounding villages and towns are all dark and quiet after nightfall.Except for the main altar of the Holy Cult, looking down the mountain, only a few wealthy households or sub-helms of the Holy Cult are lit, and few civilians are willing to light up lights at night.

It was gradually getting dark, and the river was so fast that even with the lanterns on, he could not see clearly. He guessed that at night, their big ship would also dock to rectify.Unless it is urgent, it is common sense to sail during the day and dock at night for supplies.

He drank so much porridge in the morning, and now at night, he finally felt a little hungry again.He didn't have a concept of how many meals a day. In the past, in the Holy Church, it was good to have one meal a day. If he made a mistake, he was beaten, punished, unable to move, unable to work, and starving for several days was also a common occurrence.Now he can't figure it out, why is he hungry again, he ate it in the morning, so it's okay to wait until tomorrow for the next meal.

But the next meal always needs to be settled in advance.

He looked around, and happened to see a middle-aged man on the deck carrying two and a half size baskets carrying empty baskets, perhaps to store newly purchased items in these baskets after landing.The basket made of bamboo strips was not heavy, so he helped tidy it up along with him. He was busy with things, so he could concentrate a lot, and the discomfort of seasickness was relieved a lot.

The middle-aged man spoke with a Jiangnan accent, and was not a servant of the Feng family. He boarded a boat at the last pier, and he disembarked at this pier to receive the goods.He was too busy to work with his two sons, but he didn't dare to ask the well-dressed servants of the Feng family for help.Now seeing that Chi Xin was raw and dressed in coarse linen, the style of his clothes was not that of a servant of the Feng family, and he was expected to be a boatman, so he accepted the kindness.

Chi Xin's hands and feet were nimble, and when he helped put the baskets in order, the boat had already landed, and he delivered the baskets to them again.The middle-aged man couldn't help but be touched by the fact that he just worked without talking and worked hard. Before leaving, he asked, "What's the name of the little brother?"

"My name is Chi Xin." Chi Xin replied sincerely.

This middle-aged man is not from the martial arts world, so he has never heard of Chi Xin's name before, so he only knows that his surname is not Feng.The Feng family said that they belonged to a great family in the north, and even the servants held their own identities and did not talk too much with traffickers and pawns.This Chi Xin has a kind face and offers to help, so he is easy to get along with.The middle-aged man smiled and said: "Thank you, little brother, if you have something on your mind, just tell me if you need help."

It was only then that Chi Xin took the courage to ask a little embarrassedly, "Uncle, do you know where the kitchen on the boat is?"

The middle-aged man happened to hear Chi Xin's stomach rumbling a few times, so he said with a simple and honest smile, "Little brother, is he looking for food? Only Feng's family is on board, and other merchants bring their own dry food, or come to buy it when the ship stops." Hot food. We will not come back when we go ashore, and we will eat fresh meals. We have brought dry food with us and haven’t finished eating it. If you don’t mind my little brother, I will give it to you.”

Chi Xin thanked her repeatedly, and gratefully accepted a small cloth bag.He didn't do much work just now, and he didn't expect to get a thank-you gift from others. Who would have thought that the other party would not dislike his ignorance, and even gave him food so politely.

He watched the father and son leave before opening the cloth bag, and was pleasantly surprised to find that there were two rice balls wrapped in mugwort leaves.The mugwort exudes a delicate fragrance. Although the rice balls are cold, they are made of white rice mixed with some salt, so they can be preserved for an extra day and a half.

He only licked it, and it was fragrant and salty, and it seemed better than the beet porridge he cooked himself.He was really reluctant to finish eating all at once, so he only broke off half of it and ate it. After tasting the freshness, he wrapped the rest and put it back in the cloth bag.Now, there will be food for tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, and the little anxiety in his heart dissipates in an instant.

He was originally shy, so he returned to the cargo hold when he had something to eat.He heard people going up and down on the ship, but no one came into the cargo hold, so he didn't dare to take the initiative to go out and ask questions, lest he was not here when the wind steward came looking for him, and he would be misunderstood that he was going to run away, or be delayed. It's business that makes people complain.

As a result, until nightfall, the boat was completely silent, and no one came to look for him.He seemed to have been forgotten in the corner of the cargo hold.Whether he was hungry or not, he was just a little thirsty, so he sneaked up on the deck to find a source of water.

This kind of large cargo ship is equipped with a public water tank, and fresh water is replenished into it every day. There are ladles, wooden barrels and wooden basins beside the tank.

When living in the slave shed, the humble drug slave seldom had his own things, and they were used by many people in turn. Therefore, on the boat, he also followed this habit, seeing that there was no one around, he used Cleaned up the things around the tank, scooped up clean water, drank it, and washed briefly, then cleaned the used items and put them back in their original places, and returned to the cargo hold.

He didn't have a cloth towel to wipe his head and face, and he wasn't cold anyway, so he would dry off after a while when he was wet and blown by the wind.The moment he entered the cargo hold, his heart suddenly became a little vigilant, and in the midst of his astonishment, something cold was stuck to his neck.

A deep and hoarse voice said: "Don't make a sound, don't disturb others."

"Yes." Chi Xin replied subconsciously.He vaguely felt that this voice was familiar to him, could there be someone from the Holy Cult here?

His heart was beating like a drum for a while, and then he tried his best to comfort himself. The other party must never have imagined that after his death, his soul would come to the south of the Yangtze River and live with the fourth son of the Chi family.Furthermore, the slaves of the Holy Cult are seldom paid attention to whoever dies.He can't panic.

He forced himself to be calm, looked slightly sideways, and saw a masked man in black standing beside him.The man only showed his eyes, his eyes were alert, and the dagger in his hand was emitting a cold light.

Chi Xin didn't know if he offended them with his sideways glance, or if the man in black was injured and his hands were trembling due to exhaustion. He only felt a pain in his neck, and the smell of blood diffused. He must have been cut by a dagger.

Chi Xin didn't mind this little injury. The other party was holding a sharp weapon, so he naturally didn't dare to make any more moves, and stood obediently with his eyebrows down.

The man didn't expect that he would tremble weakly and cut the boy's neck.He had no choice but to suppress his apology, moved the dagger aside a little, and his tone was not as harsh as before, and asked, "Is there anything to eat?"

Chi Xin didn't mind being hurt, but the food he just got was going to be taken away, so he couldn't help but feel a little depressed, but after thinking about it, he just took something for nothing from others and shared it with people in the holy religion Why not?

After all, he grew up in the Holy Church and lived for more than ten years. Although they are all not very good memories, they are not without nostalgia.The voice of the man in black next to him reminded him of his dying days, and he seemed to have heard it before. The voice seemed to be the same person.

He didn't hear what the man said at that time, and he vaguely felt that he was very worried about him in his tone.

But how is it possible?There are seven or eight drug slaves like him, all of whom are lowly things to test the young master's medicine, and no one cares about their death at any time.While alive, he worked in the medicine hut, and after his death, he was thrown into a mass grave.He didn't even know what the young master of the Holy Cult looked like, because the lowly slaves usually could only stay in the medicine shed or the slave shed. Occasionally, when the masters came to visit, he had to kneel down and bow down, and he couldn't look up. .

He could only hear the voices of the masters talking, but couldn't tell who was who.And the voice of the man in black was very special. He remembered hearing it a few times before, and every time it was when the young master was visiting the medicine house.

Without further hesitation, Chi Xin took out the cloth bag that he just got.

But the man flicked his fingers and touched several acupuncture points all over Chi Xin's body, making sure that he would not move around, so he snatched the bag.

The dirty cloth bag was turned out, and there was only one and a half rice balls wrapped in mugwort leaves, not even a bit of meat. Just looking at this kind of crude food made the man in black lose his appetite.He stuffed the things back into Chi Xin's hands indiscriminately, and complained in a low voice, "Is this all pig food? Is there nothing else to eat?"

Chi Xin said guiltily, "I only have these dry rations. There may be other food on board, I don't know."

The man searched Chi Xin's body again. He didn't even let go of the baggage stuffed in the gap of the box next to him. He really didn't eat seriously at all. There was resentment in his eyes, his tone was worse than before, and he muttered: : "Look, the flag is the boat of the Feng family. Are you from the Feng family? Why are you so poor that you don't even have any decent food. Also, I have searched the cargo hold just now. Except for live poultry, Jiangnan Where are the famous bacon and ham and Shaoxing rice wine hidden?"

Chi Xin didn't know what some unfamiliar food names were, so she trembled unavoidably, and replied in a low voice: "I heard that only the Feng family has a business, and they may have food. Other merchants on the ship bring their own dry food. You might as well look elsewhere."

The man in black had wounds on his legs and his inner breath was disordered, so he would not walk recklessly. Seeing the young man's sincere and docile attitude, he asked one more question: "So, you are not from the Feng family?"

"Not exactly. I went to Feng's house with the boat to be a servant." Chi Xin didn't hide anything.However, he will not explain in detail who he is and where he came from.The Holy Cult has always been called the Devil's Cult by the Central Plains Wulin, so naturally it will not give the Central Plains Wulin people a good look.Maybe Shengjiao has enmity with the Feng family or the Chi family, and it wouldn't be worthwhile for him to report to his family and be angered and die in vain.If he was just an ordinary servant, there should be no fear of his life.

The author has something to say: the masked man in black is the real little gong.

Changed my mouth, those strange little additions, I was forced to say it, helpless.