ps: Thank you for the reward.

Youlan and her mother used shaved bamboo to fix Huang Ping's injured arm, and then the group lined up to sign and board the Ingderwood.

The Ingderwood is a wooden three-masted sailing ship with a tonnage of 800 tons, according to the transportation standards at that time, the 1000-ton transport ship carries 500 crews, that is, a crew occupies the tonnage of the ship of two tons, but the owner of the Chinese coolie ship in order to obtain greater profits, often falsely declares the tonnage of the ship, in order to transport more Chinese workers, the Ingdewood reported a tonnage of 1400 tons, and the total number of Chinese on board is about 700 people, more than 700 Chinese do not have enough space to rest, and can only crowd hundreds of people in a cabin.

After six days at sea, the coolie arrived in the waters north of Singapore on 3 May, two days left before the British Straits Settlements.

The moon and stars are scarce, the cool breeze on the sea is slow, and the wind and waves stop.

Huang Youlan and her parents were crammed into the small cabin of the boat, and the bumps in the sea and the smelly and humid environment at the bottom of the sea for nearly a week made her mentally sluggish, and her little red and white face had turned pale because of her weak body.

"Ahem," Huang Youlan couldn't help coughing, grabbed her mother's hand weakly with her little hand, and said weakly: "Grandma, I'm so uncomfortable." ”

There was only a faint torch to provide light in the dim bottom cabin, and the mother moved down, helped Youlan close to the torch, took out a hand and touched her daughter's forehead, and said worriedly: "Master, hurry up and take out the herbs in the package, Youlan is sick." ”

"Hey, I'll look for it." Huang Ping took out the package behind him with his uninjured right hand, and Huang Azhong, who was sitting in front of him, quickly opened the package, took out a small square gray cloth bag, and handed it to Youlan.

The mother opened the cloth bag, carefully took out a handful of herbs, and placed them in a small bamboo bucket.

Traditional Chinese medicine herbs generally need to be boiled in hot water, and no fire can be lit in the cabin at the bottom level, so Huang Ping took out the silver money to buy the sailors in the cabin, and took the young men of the three clans to help Youlan to the deck.

At midnight, there were only a dozen foreign sailors left on the deck drinking and chatting, and Huang Ping avoided the foreign sailors and came to a small corner of the ship to shelter from the wind, set up a clay pot to make a fire and boil medicine.

The fire was ignited, and the strong smell of Chinese herbs wafted on the deck, and three or four foreign sailors who smelled the smell held wine bottles and walked towards Huang Ping with a curse.

"Fifth uncle, foreign devils are coming to us."

The four foreign sailors staggered, their faces were flushed, and they were obviously drunk, and Huang Azhong was worried that they would make trouble, so he reminded them.

"Wait, the medicine will be boiled in a moment." Huang Ping stared at the steaming clay pot without raising his head.

The deck area was not large, and the four sailors soon came to Huang Ping's side, and a fat sailor with a rosacea nose exuded the smell of alcohol, scolding and saying something that Huang Ping did not understand.

Huang Ping and a few Hakka men squatted next to the clay pot, and there were no financial foreigners and sailors.

The foreigner sailor's scolding became louder and louder, and he suddenly raised his right foot and kicked at the clay pot, Huang Ping's eyes were quick, his body rushed forward, blocked in front of the clay pot, and hit the fat sailor.

Huang Ping was beaten, and Huang Azhong and other young men on the side were impulsive, leaving behind the identity of foreigner sailors, and they all stepped forward to beat the fat sailors.

Huang Azhong kicked the fat sailor to the ground, and then stepped forward and kicked him twice.

"Ah Zhong, don't fight. We can't afford to mess with foreigners. ”

Huang Ping turned around and stood up, it was too late to stop a few people from making a move, and shouted loudly.

The sea air is fresh and the space is spacious, and after getting used to it on the deck for a while, her pale little face gradually turns bloody, and she has regained a trace of energy.

Huang Ping's dissuasion did not work, and when he saw that his companion was beaten, the foreign sailors on the deck quickly rushed to this side, and the situation immediately became chaotic.

More than a dozen foreign sailors have a numerical advantage, but because of too much drinking and the fighting skills that Hakka men have practiced since childhood, the two sides have no choice for a while.

Huang Azhong dealt with three sailors by himself, and after knocking down two sailors in succession, he turned around and took two steps back, dodging the attack of one sailor, and at the same time punched hard with both hands, repelling two foreign sailors, and pulling up a man of the same clan who fell to the ground.

Huang Azhong pulled up his playmates and was about to continue to help another young Hakka man out of the siege, but he had to stop.

"Fuck", the fat sailor who was the first to be beaten got up, ran to the side of the deck, took out his musket, and aimed it straight at Huang Azhong.

Huang Azhong was restrained, and Huang Ping and two other young men also had to stop.

More than a dozen foreign sailors surrounded Huang Azhong and the four of them, and the fat sailor showed a cruel smile on his face, raised the butt of his gun and hit Huang Azhong on the head, "Touch." Huang Azhong quickly turned his head sideways, dodging the fatal attack, while the butt of the rifle struck him in the shoulder, the inertia of the butt attack made him take a few steps back, and endured the pain in his shoulder, Huang Azhong pushed his right foot back against the deck under his feet, and did not fall.

The surrounding foreign sailors laughed loudly, playfully watching the fat sailors beat Huang Azhong.

The other party was outnumbered, with a musket in his hand, Huang Azhong held back his anger and covered his head with both hands to let the fat sailors beat him.

"Phew." The fat sailor fought for a while, spit out a mouthful of spit, looked at Huang Azhong who fell to the ground hatefully, snatched the musket in the hand of his companion, and was about to make a move when he aimed at the other party.

"Bill, you're crazy!" One of the sailors immediately lowered the barrel of the gun with his hand and reminded: "The boss has warned that if you kill the Chinese workers again, he will throw you into the sea to feed the fish!" ”

"Disgusting Jews, vampires!" The fat sailor cursed and slowly put away his musket.

"These Chinese all owe the boss the boat fare, if you kill them, who will pay the boat fare." The sailor named Bill patted the fat sailor on the shoulder and said, "You have made the boss angry many times, and if you are hot and troublesome, he will not let you go, just teach these yellow-skinned monkeys a lesson, and don't kill people." ”

The merchant ships that transported Chinese laborers were generally not made by regular merchants, the ships sailed on the ocean, and the captain wanted to deal with the disobedient sailors by many means, thinking of the scene where a sailor who was as good as himself was thrown into the water, the fat sailor's brain instantly sobered up a lot.

A thin figure ran out of the corner and went straight to the direction where Huang Ping and the others were.

When the two parties were chaotic and fighting just now, Youlan was weak and could only hide in the corner to avoid becoming a burden to her father and others, and when she saw that the foreigner was going to stop and end the incident, Youlan couldn't wait to run out.

Huang Ping helped Huang Azhong and was about to return to the cabin, when he saw his daughter running over, he couldn't help frowning, quickly pulled his daughter over, and quickened his pace to walk inside.

"Stop." A nondescript foreign accent sounded behind him, Huang Ping paused, and then immediately ran forward with his daughter in his arms.

"Bill, stop them, I want them to keep that girl." The fat sailor's eyes lit up, he couldn't kill the Chinese workers, and it didn't matter if he robbed a little girl Jewish.

More than a dozen foreign sailors immediately understood, quickly divided into two teams, and surrounded the five of Youlan.