Jiang Feng struggled to get up from the ground and looked at it, this was ......

Cabin?

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

The cabin was cramped, dim, and cramped, with only a small sloping window, and little light in the cabin. The small place was crowded with hundreds of people, all kinds of people, men, women and children, the only common feature was that their faces were yellow and skinny, and most of them sat on the ground with blank eyes, their faces full of numbness.

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

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

The smell of sweat, rancidity, body odor, urine and feces were mixed and fermented in such a closed cabin, if it weren't for Jiang Feng's previous experience of close contact with the garbage mountain, I am afraid that he would have fled outside the cabin long ago.

The people in the cabin didn't look like they had taken a shower and changed their clothes for a long time, just looking at the harsh conditions here and their shabby ragged and dirty clothes, Jiang Feng could guess that they had no conditions to take a bath, let alone have no clothes to change.

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

After a long time, the hatch opened.

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

"The cook who cooks for the adults in the first class is sick, do you have any cooks here?" the lean man shouted at the top of his voice, "two steamed buns per meal!"

As soon as the last sentence came out, the originally dead silence bilge was sensational, they didn't care if the originally sick cook was thrown into the river, they only cared about the two steamed buns.

Men and women, young and old, even children as young as seven or eight years old, scrambled to shout: "I'm a cook!"

"I can cook!"

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

If it weren't for the fear of lean men, the people who longed for white-faced steamed buns would have squeezed up and pulled the corners of his clothes.

"Quiet!" roared the thin man, his voice drowning out the noise of the people, "don't want women, dare to mess with me and throw you all into the river!"

"I want a cook, a cook for adults, not just a waste that just makes a fire and cooks mush!" The lean man glanced around, and saw that the people who were originally enthusiastic showed timidity, and he couldn't help but be a little disappointed.

They are a merchant ship, originally going back and forth to Southeast Asia to dump goods, and there are many merchant ships like theirs at sea, when there is cargo in the cabin, when there is no cargo in the cabin to transport people. A little more ruthless, deceive the poor who can't survive to empty all their belongings to buy a ferry ticket, and then divide the people into three, six, nine, etc., beautiful or slightly beautiful women are sold to San Francisco by the pound, strong laborers and women are sold to human traffickers, children are not valuable, there are those who buy them, they sell them, and no one wants to find a random place to throw them down or throw them directly into the river.

Their host is kind, although the fare of the boat is expensive, but at least they will guarantee to send people to the place where they want to go, and give the people in the cabin three bowls of clear rice soup every day.

As for whether they can survive on three bowls of rice soup a day after spending all their wealth to buy a ferry ticket, it's none of their business. Under the backdrop of their peers, their owners are already great benevolent people with the hearts of bodhisattvas.

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

No one dared to say yes.

They are afraid that if they don't cook well, they will not only not be able to get steamed buns, but they will also implicate the whole family.

This year, the north has experienced wars, droughts, and plagues, and both rich and poor people are fleeing the famine in the south, and the tickets for the bilge of the whole family alone can empty all the savings of ordinary people, and even many families have sold their daughters and even daughters-in-law to make enough money. The identity of the people who can live in the first class is something that these civilians can't even imagine.

"Can I? I'm the assistant cook at Tai Fung House. Jiang Weiguo squeezed out of the crowd.

At this time, Jiang Weiguo was about eleven or twelve years old, because he had been a cook for Jiang Chengde since he was a child, and his nutrition was good, so he looked very strong compared with the long-term hungry and malnourished people in the bilge.

It is impossible for a child from a poor family to grow up so strong.

"Taifeng Building?" The lean man obviously knew about Taifeng Building, and he didn't believe that Taifeng Building's assistant chef would be reduced to the point of bilge, "How old are you? Thirteen or fourteen?"

"Eleven. Jiang Weiguo replied.

The lean man looked at him for a moment, not knowing what he was thinking, and after a long time, he reluctantly agreed: "Come up." ”

In the envious eyes of everyone, Jiang Weiguo followed the lean man out of the bilge.

Jiang Feng hurriedly stumbled to follow.

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 spoke: "My surname is Wang, and you will call me the king in charge in the future." The adults in the first class cabin are not something you and I can afford to slacken, and if you impostor go back now, I will not be guilty of the past. ”

"My name is Jiang Weiguo. Jiang Wei Guodao stretched out his hand.

It was a pair of chef's hands.

It is not rough, there are no unnecessary calluses, and there is an old wound that was cut with a kitchen knife that can be seen with the naked eye.

Steward Wang believed that he was a cook.

The steward 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 change into clean clothes, and I will wait for you outside." ”

With that, he closed the wooden door.

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

After a while, Jiang Weiguo came out.

I changed into clean clothes, my hands and face were clean, and even the nails were cleaned. Steward Wang looked at Jiang Weiguo, nodded with satisfaction, and led him to the kitchen.

The kitchen on the ship is very small, but there are many kinds of vegetables, but they are all wilting, there are fresh fish, there is no fresh meat, there are a few hangs of jerky, Jiang Feng can't recognize what kind of meat it is with the naked eye.

"The first-class adult's surname is Huang, Lord Huang doesn't like to eat fish, doesn't eat ginger, and he has to make the dish before eleven o'clock at noon today, at least three dishes and one soup. If you steal food and steal, I will throw you straight down!If you do a good job, Lord Huang will naturally be rewarded, if you don't do well, you can weigh it yourself!" After the king's steward was gracious, he prepared to leave.

"By the way, next door is the second- and third-class galley, if you are hungry, you can go over and mix two bowls of rice cereal. ”

Jiang Feng guessed that this could be regarded as an employee benefit.

"May I ask where is Lord Huang, the king steward, from?" Jiang Weiguo asked.

Seeing that Jiang Weiguo actually asked a question, Steward Wang couldn't help but glance at him more: "Huguang people." ”

"Thank you, Steward King, for telling me. "Jiang Wei National Road.

"If you want a helper, go find the one next door. I don't know if it's because Jiang Weiguo is pleasing to the eye or for other reasons, Steward Wang has another word.