"Name!"

When the first black man with an anklet dragged walked to the table, Hu Sheng raised his eyes and looked at the man standing in front of his table and said.

"Name it!"

At this point, the Arabic interpreter immediately shouted at the black man in some kind of vernacular.

"Arica ......"

Before the black man's words were finished, Hu Sheng wrote down two notes in the booklet:

"Ark, male."

"Age!"

After Hu Sheng finished writing these words, he didn't raise his head and asked again.

"How many times have you eaten green bananas?"

What Hu Sheng didn't know was that the Arabic interpreter actually asked the black man in Turkish.

So the black man stretched out his hands and spread his fingers, then shook his head again.

"He had eaten green bananas at least ten times, which meant that he should have been over fifteen."

The Arabic translator immediately bent down and whispered to Hu Sheng, who was sitting in the chair.

"How can you see it......"

Hu Shengna glanced at the black man, and asked the Arabic translator slowly and methodically with a smile.

"That's the custom of their tribe, children can only eat green bananas at the age of five......

"Hmm...... Not enough to ......"

At this time, Hu Sheng shook his head slightly and retorted.

"But there's no way around it, don't know how to count, and they don't know how to measure more than ten fingers on both hands, so you can just guess the number......"

At this time, the Arab crew explained to Hu Sheng.

"Well, it seems that this is the only way to go......"

So Hu Sheng squinted his eyes and looked up at the black man in front of him carefully, and then wrote:

Five out of twenty.

Then pick up a small wooden card, glance at the numbers on it, and write down the three words "zero zero one" after twenty and five, and then hand the small wooden card to a Japanese man next to him, the Japanese took the wooden card, straightened the hemp rope strung on it, and put it on the neck of the black man without saying anything, and then said to the black man in blunt Chinese: You drop! Number one drop, understood!?

The black man looked down at the sign hanging on his chest, then looked at the Japanese in confusion, shook his head, what else did the Japanese have to say, the Arab next to him quickly said something, and the black man realized that his name was now zero zero one, so he nodded.

"Next!"

Before the Arabic interpreter could explain clearly to the black man, Hu Sheng shouted again.

Then there was another sound of chains, and then the same question was the same as before.

"Name!"

"Nissao ......"

"Age!"

“……”

"Mr. Hu, this man has adult tattoos, judging from the scars, it is relatively new, and he will not be more than fifteen years old......"

The Arabs hurriedly explained to Hu Sheng.

"Humph! I know you're tired, the younger you are, the better the price, and of course the traffickers have to sell their own boastful ......"

But this was Hu Sheng's heart, so he turned his head and glanced at the Arabic translator, and then wrote in the booklet:

Muya, male, twenty one......

"Yours! Zero 002 drips understand?! ”

The Japanese then put a wooden sign on the neck of the man, named Niya, and shouted loudly to the black man......

Therefore, the whole registration process was very slow, mainly because Hu Sheng was always unclear about the age of these barbarians, in fact, neither the Arabic translators nor the blacks themselves were very clear, and these people needed to use other relevant information about the registered people themselves to determine their age, including breaking open the mouths of blacks and looking at their teeth—just like looking at mules and horses in a livestock market.

However, the crew of the Derguise fleet, including the Arabic translators, were very unimpressed with this procedure by the Australians, and wondered why the Australians were doing such a thing. Normally, the buyer only cares about whether the black slave he bought is sick from the outside, and then looks at the muscles on the chest muscles and arms, as long as he has the strength, and never cares about other aspects, as for the name, age or something, who cares about these? Hey, Australians have a lot of things to buy......

However, for the sake of the Australian being a high roller, the crew members still actively cooperated with the registration work.

Since the work has been done so carefully, the progress must be very slow, Hou Xianglin discovered the situation here in time, so he had to send He Sizhi and a few other Chinese entourages out, and set up two other tables to speed up the progress of registration.

When everyone was hungry above the head of Rizhao, the registration work was finally completed, and then a few cows chirped in the distance to attract everyone, and five large ox carts came from the east, each with three or five wooden barrels of different sizes on them, and a burst of food wafted in, causing a commotion in the crowd.

When Hu Sheng and the others saw that the meal had arrived, they immediately stopped writing and beckoned the registered and unregistered blacks to sit down on the spot.

Then he turned back to the Arabic interpreter and said his request, and led the latter to the ox cart in the distance.

Obviously, it was time for dinner, and the crew of the Dergus fleet had long heard that the Australians had a delicious meal, even if the king did not eat as well as the Australians, so they were looking forward to the upcoming lunch.

Apparently the crew, including the interpreter, had not disappointed in their expectations of the Australian diet, and as soon as they approached the ox cart, the Arab crew immediately smelled the smell of mutton soup, yes, stir-fried vegetables, the heavy aroma of coconut oil, white rice, and Chinese pasta---- large white flour steamed buns, and the most enticing was the aroma of large pieces of boiled lamb and stewed pork ribs with radish.

The crew was very excited, and sure enough, the Australians were eating well, this rumor was not an exaggeration at all, for the sailors who usually could only eat the black bread of long worms and the salted meat of maggots, the food in front of them was simply a delicacy in heaven.

The Arabic interpreter also followed Hu Sheng's footsteps, and at this time he found that his boss, Mr. Degus, and the Australian "Speaker" Mr. Sun, as well as Governor Hou and another young Australian also came talking and laughing, and several Australians greeted Mr. Hu with a smile, and smiled and nodded to themselves, and beckoned the two of them to come together.

Then, a few big men actually picked up wooden bowls, chopsticks and spoons from the ox cart and began to scoop rice and soup in wooden barrels, and Mr. Degus actually laughed and did the same thing with the Australians!

What's going on?

The Arabic translator was a little confused at this time, shouldn't these big people have a separate dining environment?

Well, Mr. Dergus is very busy now, and it is common sense to eat these things, and the boss eats basically the same as the crew on the ship, and the question is why do Mr. Sun and the Governor also eat the food in these barrels?

Shouldn't they have a feast in the Doge's Palace?

The Arabic interpreter looked at the beautiful small building of the governor's palace in the distance, and then looked at the ox cart, and suddenly hesitated a little, suspecting that the food on the ox cart was not prepared for himself, and he actually hesitated to stop when he thought of this.

However, as soon as he raised his eyes, he saw that Hu Sheng had already walked straight to the wooden barrel, took the wooden spoon from the governor's hand with a smile, and scooped a bowl full of white rice into his bowl.

Well, it seems that they are indeed eating the same meal together, the translator sighed in his heart, and carefully stepped forward to scoop the soup, at this time he was a little dry mouth, when the warm broth gradually warmed down his throat to his stomach, a sense of happiness arose, the taste was really good......

The Arabic translator couldn't help but smack his lips, thinking that there must be a lot of spices in it, but the problem is that this is just an ordinary bowl of vegetable soup, and sure enough, the Australian diet is the same standard as the king.....

At this moment, the Arab crew, like everyone else, also went to get food, left the ox cart, and walked into a shed not far away, where they sat down, smiling and chatting while eating.

However, an even more surprising incident made the interpreter almost choke on the broth, when a native man with a group of black slaves actually lined up to scoop rice and vegetables by the side of the ox cart!

At this moment, a group of Arab sailors sitting next to them also subconsciously looked at their bowls, and then at the black people in the distance, they did not believe that they were eating the same as those black slaves......

No, they couldn't believe that the slaves ate exactly the same as the Australians and the Governor!

At this time, Hu Sheng seemed to see everyone's surprise, so he lightly said to the Arabic translator sitting next to him, this is the practice of our state, although there are many differences between the government and the people, but most of the food on weekdays is treated equally, you will know it for a long time, don't be surprised......