That night, Fang Jing had a dream for the first time in a long time.

It was not so much a dream as his consciousness turned into a gust of wind, carrying him a torrent across time and space. He seemed to be in a huge magnetic field, and the images of time and space in various eras flashed away like distorted slides, and he opened his eyes wide to watch those familiar or unfamiliar images pass by, and wanted to reach out and grab them, but he grabbed them empty.

He was trying to see if he could identify the future of him and Cen Jiu from those images, but the whole person was pulled into a huge torrent of time and space.

Some scientists once said that if a person could speed faster than the speed of light, then he would be immortal.

Fang Jing was now personally experiencing the speed of light, and he had to resist the huge impact of the space-time torrent, and the taste really couldn't be more sour.

It seemed like a century had passed, and Fang Jing finally felt himself stop.

He found himself on the bank of the Qinhuai River in the late Qing Dynasty and the early Republic of China, and the streets were full of scholars wearing horse coats and long robes, hurriedly walking with their heads bowed with the hem of their clothes in one hand, and when they met acquaintances, they took off their top hats to greet them; Occasionally, a rickshaw passes by, stops in front, and walks out a graceful lady wearing a long cheongsam with a printed curve, graceful, elegant and reserved; The aroma of food came from the wine shops on both sides, mixed with the shouts of the vendors, and the soft nong voice unique to the Jiangnan area.

The vivid faces, the graceful figures, and even the scenes of the wicked young men bullying men and women with pipes on the street are full of life.

Fang Jing was like a ghost, dressed in modern pajamas, wandering the streets of a hundred years ago, no one noticed him, and no one could see him.

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

At the end of the road, there were several middle-aged men with round arms and thick arms, and hideous tattoos on their arms.

These people are all local gang members, who usually bully men and women, do all kinds of evil, and pedestrians avoid them one after another.

The hooligans kicked the obstructive vendors and posted notices on the bulletin boards one by one.

Even if they were curious, no one went up to look at it, and when the group of people were all gone, the people nearby hesitated to surround them, staring at the notices, and a few old poor scholars looked like people shaking their heads and sighing while chanting words in their mouths.

Fang Jing looked very curious, and also leaned over - he was in a soul state, and his body could be vacated, which was very convenient.

It turned out to be a half-written notice for recruiting laborers.

Westerners recruited a large number of laborers to go to Europe and America to mine and build railways.

Pay? Well, it's beautiful.

Treatment? It's also beautiful.

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

But in this era, there is no such thing as pyramid selling, and with such favorable conditions, there is obviously some conspiracy.

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

At this time, the ruffians came out again and began to lobby.

What can you make a lot of money by working in the United States!

The United States is full of fun, there is no manpower on the road, and they are all four-wheeled cars; When you arrive in the United States, you can drink wine every day and eat meat every meal! The moon abroad is rounder than the domestic one.

The onlookers were all star-eyed.

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

Thanks to Professor Lu, he has learned the history of the Ming and Qing dynasties very well.

According to the clothing customs of people in this era, it was 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 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 impetus has promoted the demand and development of energy, and the Western powers urgently need a large number of cheap labor to invest in the construction of capitalism.

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

These foreigners are very cunning, and they do not come forward themselves, colluding with the local ruffians and gangsters to become human traffickers, and even coaxing and deceiving the Chinese.

Uprooted from their homes and with the hope of a new life ahead, dozens or hundreds of people huddled into the same cramped cabin, enduring months of rough seas, heading to the unknown ocean to find life a little more secure and easier.

Unbeknownst to him, when he went abroad, the new life he dreamed of turned into the abyss of nightmares. They have become yellow slaves who are not even as good as livestock in the eyes of others, engaged in the dirtiest, most tiring and dangerous work, let alone making money, and even their lives are not guaranteed.

Some people want to escape, but they don't even speak, they don't know the way, they have nowhere to escape, they can only live intermittently, numbly and desperately, like walking corpses.

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

The most famous Pacific Railway running through the east and west of the United States, and the Golden Gate Bridge in San Francisco, are paved all the way by the blood, sweat and bones of the laborers of the Heavenly Dynasty.

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

This method of coaxing and even poaching young and middle-aged laborers even has an image full of insulting names -- catching pigs.

Tame and obedient, hard-working, can't even speak, let you eat, let you work, don't you just like a pig.

As a person in the future, Fang Jing knows this history, but the people of this era don't know.

The cake painting is so beautiful that many working people living at the bottom of society are moved, smacking their mouths, and their minds are overflowing.

Life is so hard right now.

War, poverty, and precarious life have worn down these working people at the bottom and almost lost hope in life, and this notice seems to have ignited a light in their miserable life.

If life is really so good on the other side of the ocean, as long as you work hard, you will have a salary of ten silver coins a month, and there is a collective dormitory, although it is a little harder, but as long as you are diligent and thrifty, you can save □□ ten silver coins a year, which is much more hopeful than living now.

Work for a few more years, save enough money and come back, marry a wife and have a bunch of cubs, and live a life in peace.

Or if you're lucky, marry a local mother-in-law and live outside for the rest of your life.

The people around were talking in twos and threes, some with suspicion, some with joy, some with excitement, and some with worried.

There are also people who are forced by life and can't get by, and they draw their handprints on the spot, oh no, they sign a contract.

This kind of person is usually a bachelor who has no family, and the whole family is not hungry, rather than staying in the country or starving to death, or being arrested to join the army, fighting and dying, it is better to go abroad to fight, in case the life over there is really so good, can mix food and clothing?

Fang Jing was so anxious that he wanted to shout loudly, telling them not to go, they wouldn't be able to come back if they went.

But he was only in a state of soul, and he couldn't make a sound at all, and no one heard it, so he could only watch these people sign the contract, wave goodbye to relatives and friends with simple luggage, and get on the boat with a worried face.

Most of the people on board were foreigners, looking at the worn-out laborers with very contemptuous eyes, and a few hooligan ruffians in short coats stood behind them and smiled shyly.

A tall sailor with a full face nodded his head and said something to one of them, who looked like the first mate, and the first mate nodded, and casually gave the hooligans a bag of silver dollars, and the hooligans took the silver dollars, nodded and left.

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

These foreigners came to the Celestial Empire with ships full of opium and cheap cotton gauze in exchange for valuable gold, silver, jewelry, tea, raw silk, and a large number of cheap laborers.

Fang Jing followed behind a middle-aged man and was arranged into a cabin at the bottom, and nearly a hundred people were already sitting or lying on the ground in the small cabin.

This small enclosed space will be the scope of their activities for many months to come, and eating, drinking, and Lazar will all be confined to this limited space.

And in the cabins where the laborers were transported like this, Fang Jing noticed that there were a total of six on this ship.

With the sound of the whistle, the huge steamship slowly starts, and the cargo and hundreds of laborers slowly set sail for the other side of the Pacific Ocean, a country full of freedom and dreams that is said to be rounder than the moon in the homeland.

Unfortunately, the ship did not reach the other side of the ocean as expected, just over the vast expanse of the Pacific Ocean, where it encountered a rare storm and sank.

Fang Jing stood in the cabin and watched the freighter slowly sink to the bottom of the sea, the captain and the first mate hurriedly drove the lifeboat away from the giant ship that was about to sink, everyone tried their best to escape like crazy, no one remembered the nearly seven hundred Heavenly Dynasty laborers in the sealed cabin at the bottom.

The relentless rush of sea water into the sealed cargo hold, compressing the air inside, they could only stretch their necks as long as they could, breathing in the last few breaths of oxygen at the end of their lives.

With the frantic influx of seawater, the air is compressed to the extreme, and the cabin at this time is like a powder magazine full of dust, only to wait for the critical moment to come and explode.

The huge impact stirred the surrounding seawater, and the freighter sank to the bottom of the sea, and more than 700 laborers on board did not survive, all of them became victims of the sea.

On the tugboat, Cen Jiu slapped Fang Jing's cheek vigorously, and called him as he beat him: "Xiao Jing, wake up quickly!" You're having nightmares! ”

"Whew-"

Fang Jing gasped a few times and opened his eyes suddenly, like a suffocated person suddenly re-touching the air.

Above his head was the familiar ceiling, and when he turned his head was the handsome face of his boyfriend who couldn't help but want to smile every time he saw it, Fang Jing's brain showed a brief blankness.

"What's wrong with me?"

Cen Jiu looked at him expressionlessly: "You have a nightmare." ”

Nightmare?

Oh, just now he seems to have dreamed of a shipwreck, and he drowned with the people on board.

Obviously, he is only in a soul state, and he can drown like ordinary people, which is really unscientific!

Fang Jing sat up, the suffocating fear in his dream felt lingering now, and seeing hundreds of people being blown up in front of him, even if he only saw it in a dream, it was not a beautiful experience.

He wiped his face, got up from the bed, went to the bathroom to take a cold shower, and when he returned to the rest cabin, he was completely conscious.

He already knew a lot about the urine nature of the blisters, and it must have been because he encountered those ghost flowers during the day, so he dreamed at night.

The only difference is that this time the dream is not so good.

"What are you dreaming about?" The two of them got on the bed again, covered with the quilt, Cen Jiu touched his hand, felt a little icy, and quickly grabbed it to warm him.

"Ah, I dreamed of a shipwreck." Fang Jing turned over and hugged Cen Jiu, who was completely sleepless.

"A new shipwreck?" Cen Jiu picked up very smoothly.

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

He's such a considerate and attentive boyfriend!

"Ah, it's a freighter, but it's not just goods for sale, it's also for slaves." Fang Jing's mood was still immersed in the sadness of the rest of his life just now, grabbing Cen Jiu's sleeve and looking out the window with his eyes open.

He seemed to have a little grasp of where the ghost flowers came from.

People who have left their homeland, full of yearning for a new life, drift across the ocean to another completely unfamiliar road, looking for new hope for life, but they did not expect to be buried at the bottom of the sea in such a tragic and terrible way.

It's unwilling, because if you are unwilling, you will never be able to return to your homeland, you will not be able to see your relatives in your hometown, your elderly parents will be unsupported, your wives and children will not be taken care of, and they will not be able to turn a blind eye.

It is because of the longing and guilt of their relatives that they are haunted, and such a large area of ghost flowers has grown on the bottom of this seabed.

"Slaves?"

"Well, I was deceived into going to the United States to work as a laborer, but in fact, I was a slave, the ship sank, and more than 600 laborers, all of whom died."

Cen Jiu knew Mi Guo: "Is it where Uncle Fang wears prosthetic legs and Xiaole studies?" Still selling slaves? ”

"How can it! That was more than 100 years ago, and now people claim to be the most democratic country and the most human rights-loving country. ”

Democracy? I don't understand. Human rights? Still don't know.

This world is really wonderful, there are so many magical boxes of spicy and spicy, and there are so many strange countries of spicy and spicy, a country with a rice flag, and the heroine is not the supreme ruler; The national leaders of the Stars and Stripes are actually elected by the people.

As a secret guard who crossed over from the Great Qi Dynasty, it was completely impossible to do so in the Great Qi Dynasty.

"There's a shipwreck down there!" Fang Jing thought of the tea and raw silk piled up on that freighter, and it was a bit of a pity. After so many years of immersion in seawater, I am afraid that it has already rotted.

However, there were many gold and silver coins on board, which should be worth a lot of money, and sailors carried several boxes full of gold and silver coins to the captain's quarters when they came aboard.

His soul state, God mode, all see spicy.

Moreover, this is the money that the people of the United States plundered our ancestors, and he is not soft at all.

That's it!