"Eighteen is back!" Treasurer Wen smiled foolishly and said hello. This is an honest man, who is usually silent, and as a treasurer, he is in charge of the ship's weapons and equipment.

"I haven't seen you for a while, Brother Wen, you have made a lot of fortune." Looking at Wen Ruoyu's bulging lower abdomen, Mao Eighteen teased.

Vice Minister Qian Lunpi nodded to Mao 18 with a smile, and Mao 18 smiled back with a polite smile.

"Brother Eighteen, you are back, I am worried about what to do if I go to sea in a few days? Without this big knife in your hand, I am very weak-hearted! "The chief manager Fu Bin is the nephew of the owner Fu Chun, in charge of the ship's affairs, because Mao 18 and others have not arrived for a long time, resulting in a great reduction in the strength of the ship, these days are worried about this, Mao 18's return makes his heart finally let go.

"Alright, let's get busy!" Fu Chun gave the order.

Mao 18 grabbed Fu Chun, who was about to leave: "Master, I will introduce you to a brother, and I was able to escape from the prison this time thanks to him." As he spoke, he pulled Ren Siqi, who had just climbed onto the deck, in front of Fu Chun.

"This is my brother Ren Siqi, don't look at him like a girl, but he is a serious reader, a talented master, unlike Situ Nan, who sticks green onions in his sheep's nose all day long - pretending to be an elephant."

Then his eyebrows fluttered and he told Fu Chun about the feat of escaping from prison.

"With such a thick iron bar, Brother Ren twisted it with a wet suit and a toilet handle, how did you think his head came up with the idea!"

In the Ming Dynasty, the status of scholars, especially those with meritorious reputations, was still very high. Countless families are desperately trying to earn money just to let their son study and gain fame. And the reader will be looked down upon wherever he goes.

Fu Chun, who was holding a shelf in front of the rest of the crew, heard that Ren Siqi was a talent, and a smile immediately appeared on his face.

Fu Chun was in his fifties, short in stature, and under his gray hair was a dry face blown by the sea breeze and full of layers of wrinkles. His appearance is ordinary, only the glint in his narrow eyes shows his identity as a giant on the sea.

"I didn't expect a phoenix to fly in my sparrow's nest!" Fu Chun took Ren Siqi's hand with a smile on his face.

Fu Chun's hands were thin and bone, but he had a lot of strength, and Ren Siqi was very uncomfortable to hold.

Is this an old glass not made? Ren Siqi thought in his heart, he didn't feel a shudder, hurriedly struggled out with his hands, and bowed, "Siqi is a down-and-out person, and his reputation has been removed, so he doesn't dare to call him a phoenix." Now Siqi is homeless, fortunately the eighteenth brother invited him here, and he hopes that the old owner will enjoy a bowl of rice. ”

In the future, he will have to make a living under Fu Chun, and for the future owner, Ren Siqi will not dare to slack off. Nowadays, just like the interview in the future, whether you can leave a good first impression on the boss is related to the future treatment.

Fu Chun was very satisfied with Ren Siqi's humble attitude, and a dignified talent actually saluted him, which greatly satisfied his vanity. But how to arrange Ren Siqi made him quite brainy. After all, Ren Siqi is on the ship for the first time, and he is not familiar with the affairs on the ship, if ordinary people are okay to say, start with chores and learn little by little. But Ren Siqi is a scholar, so naturally he can't be like an ordinary crew.

"We have a lot of goods on board, and the types are miscellaneous, so I'm afraid that the money deputy will not be able to keep busy, so it's better to let the Xiucai brothers help the money and finance pair." Mao Eighteen suggested to Fu Chun.

Fu Chun's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he immediately agreed.

So Ren Siqi's work on the ship was decided, as the deputy of Fortune Qianlun, responsible for the sorting, classification, bookkeeping and so on.

"You have to be careful with the money." Mao 18 pulled Ren Siqi aside and whispered.

"Why?" Ren Siqi was stunned for a moment.

"The deputy of money is not our person, and he is not at ease to hand over all the goods to him alone, and he has already planned to send someone to keep an eye on him." Mao Eighteen Road.

"Since you're not at ease, why don't you just quit him?" Ren Siqi asked.

"I can't say it, his background is too deep." Mao Eighteen was depressed.

It turned out that the nominal owner of the ship was Fu Chun, but every time he went to sea, only 30% of the goods on the ship belonged to Fu Chun. The other seventy percent belong to others, and they don't say who they are, only that they are the big officials in Hangzhou. It is with such a background that Fu Chun's ships can stop near Hangzhou openly, and can walk along the coast of Jiangsu and Zhejiang, without fear of the inquiries of the imperial court.

Collusion between officials and businessmen! This word flashed in Ren Siqi's mind.

At once, I understood what Fu Chun meant by sending himself to be the deputy of money, and he was not at ease with the deputy of money and finance who was not his own!

Unexpectedly, he couldn't think of the whirlpool of the battle he fell into as soon as he got on the boat, Ren Siqi couldn't help but smile bitterly.

The Fuchun stopped at sea for another two days, and from time to time all sorts of crew members were picked up on board.

In ancient times, ships relied entirely on monsoon currents to sail, so they could only trade for a limited number of months each year. When they are not doing business, the crew naturally goes home and finds their own mothers. Only when it was time to go to sea did they gather together.

The Fuchun is a large ship, and the number of crew required is very large, including the pipeline, the pipeline, the rudder, and the mast, plus the stormtrooper headed by Mao 18, the total number of crew members on the ship is more than 40 people.

After all the crew arrived, the Fuchun set sail and sailed to Hangzhou Wharf. There, they will be loaded with various goods and sent to the sea for trade.

All the crew members performed their duties, only Ren Siqi was more leisurely, he was the assistant financial deputy Qian Lun was responsible for cleaning up the cargo, and there was nothing to do when there was no cargo on the ship at this time.

Stand at the bow and watch the high bow plow over the calm sea, white spray rolling and being tossed behind the boat.

Looking at the scenery on the sea, Ren Siqi was thinking about his thoughts.

This year is the fourteenth year of Chongzhen, that is, 1641 AD. In this year, Li Zicheng broke through Luoyang and killed Chongzhen's uncle Zhu Changxun, the king of Fu, and since then his strength has increased greatly, and he has no rival in the Central Plains.

In another three years, the Qing soldiers will enter the customs, Li Zicheng is defeated, fleeing in a hurry, the Ming Dynasty civil and military have surrendered to the Qing, and then there are Yangzhou ten days, Jiading three massacres.

Ren Siqi didn't want to live under alien rule as a second-class citizen with a pigtail on his back, and he asked himself if he was capable of turning the tide. Maybe it's also a good choice to set sail and find a beautiful island to spend your life in peace. This is also the reason why he readily agreed to get on the boat when Mao 18 invited. Of course, the more important reason is that as a prisoner on death row who escaped from prison, he has no way to go except to follow Mao 18 on the boat.

Xiong Er walked to Ren Siqi's side with heavy steps, Xiong Er has been accustomed to the bumps on the boat in the past few days, and has been able to walk on the boat by himself, which shows that his adaptability is proportional to his weight.