That evening, Mr. Gordon asserted with great confidence and very unequivocally that Yongchang would not only be hanged, but also disemboweled, chopped into several pieces.

Mr. Bull was sullen and shook his head mysteriously, declaring that he hoped that Yongchang would be rewarded in the end.

For this, Lao Gan hoped that the boy would still be his own, and although he generally agreed with the officer's words, the expressed desire seemed to be completely opposite.

In the early morning of the next day, the public was again informed that anyone who was willing to take Yongchang away would receive a reward of five yuan.

In Conch City, when a large family encounters a privileged position, such as the possession of property and name, restitution, designated inheritance or reservation inheritance, and cannot be spread on a growing and developing child, there is a very common habit to send him to the sea to make a living.

In accordance with this wise and wise practice, the princes of the Foundling Council gathered together to discuss whether Yongchang could be handed over to a small merchant ship to take him to some unnamed island.

It seemed to be the best way to deal with him. It is not uncommon for the captain to playfully whip him to death or knock his head out with an iron rod at his leisure after dinner one day.

The more the council pondered about this matter, the more they felt that the benefits were really indescribable, so they concluded that the only effective way to provide Yongchang for adults was to send him abroad as soon as possible.

Mr. Bull took the errand and went about the city, asking if any captain or anyone else needed an unaccompanied and unwarranted servant.

On this day, he returned to the nursery to report on the progress of the matter, and as soon as he walked to the gate, he met the old history who undertook the funeral affairs.

Lao Shi was a tall and thin man, with surprisingly large joints, and his clothes had long been worn out, with long cotton socks and shoes of the same color, and the shoes and socks were decorated with patches.

His appearance was not meant to have a light-hearted smile, but, on the whole, he had a bit of professional humor.

He stepped forward to meet Mr. Bull, and walked very briskly, shaking hands with his own eyes, and his brow showed inner joy.

"Mr. Bull, I have already measured the two ladies who died last night." Lao Shi said.

"You're going to get rich, old Shi," said Bull, inserting his thumb and forefinger into the snuffbox that Old Shi handed him. Bull tapped the other man affectionately on the shoulder with his cane, and said it again.

"Really?" Lao Shi's voice has a bit of a sense of belief or non-belief, and it is not clear. "Five dollars is too little, Mr. Bull."

"Isn't it the same with coffins?" Boole replied with a smile on his face, a smile he had mastered perfectly, in order not to lose his status.

Lao Shi was amused by this sentence, he naturally didn't have to be too restrained, so he played a long list of haha without stopping. "Yes, yes, Mr. Bull," he finally laughed enough, "yes." Then again, Mr. Bull, we have to make a little bit of money, and the roaring timber is a very expensive play, and the iron handles are all brought from Birmingham by canal. ”

"All right, all right," said Mr. Bull, "there are difficulties in every line. Of course, it is permissible to earn fairly. ”

"Of course, of course." Old Shi chimed in, "If I don't make any money on this deal, you know, I'll get it back sooner or later—hehehe!" ”

"Not bad at all." "Do you know anyone who wants to find a little guy," said Mr. Bull? There is a kid who looks like a heavy burden under his eyes, I should say, a stone mill, hanging from the neck of the nursery, right? The pay is good,"

Bull raised his cane, pointed to the sign above the gate, and deliberately knocked three times on the words "Five Oceans".

"Good boy. Old Shi said, grabbing the gold-rimmed lapel of Bombur's uniform, "I was just about to talk to you about this." You know that—oh, yo, it's beautiful, Mr. Bull. I haven't noticed. ”

"yes, I think it's pretty too," Bull proudly glanced down at the huge brass buttons embedded in his coat.

Bull took out a handkerchief from the top of his hat, wiped the sweat from his forehead, put it back on, turned to the funeral director, and said in a calmer tone, "Hey, how is this child?" ”

"Oh." The funeral director replied, "Well, Mr. Bull, you know that."

"Hmm." Mr. Bull made a noise in his nose, "What? ”

"Mr. Bull, this-this-I want this child myself."

Bull grabbed Old Shi's arm and led him into the building. Gordon talked with the trustees behind closed doors for five minutes, and agreed that he would take Yongchang to the coffin shop that evening, and that if the employer felt that he could ask the apprentice to do a lot of work, and the food was still cost-effective, he could keep him for a certain number of years, and he could do whatever he pleased.

In the evening, Yongchang was brought before the "gentlemen", and he learned that he was going to be apprenticed to a coffin shop that night.

If he goes and complains, or if he goes and returns, he is sent to sea, whether he is drowned or his head is broken.

Hearing these words, Yongchang almost did not react. So, they unanimously declared him a hopeless little scoundrel, and ordered Mr. Bull to take him away at once.

The thing is very simple, Yongchang's feelings are not too little, but too much, it is very likely that he will be stupid and discouraged for the rest of his life by the abuse that falls on his head.

He listened indifferently to the news of his whereabouts, and took the luggage that had been stuffed into his hand—it was not much trouble to hold in his hand, for his luggage was a brown paper bag.

Once again, he grabbed the cuffs of Mr. Bombur's coat tightly, and the big man led him to a new place of suffering.