The candlelight was too dim, and Yongchang struggled for a while before he found himself walking through a large pile of miscellaneous debris.

However, his eyes gradually adjusted to the gloom, and now he pulled his friend's clothes by the corner of his clothes with less difficulty.

After many winding passages, he was finally led to a tin box, like the one sometimes used for fine pottery.

It was almost 4 feet tall and 6 feet long, but it was very narrow. On the roof of the tank were two empty oil drums, and on top of the oil drums were a large pile of straw mats, which were piled up to the roof of the cabin. The crates were piled up as much debris as possible around them, even on the roof of the cabin, and there was almost everything on board with all the equipment on board, as well as so many crates, spare gear, barrels, and bags, that it seemed absolutely incredible that they could find their way to the box.

He later learned that Luce had deliberately arranged this to pile all the miscellaneous stuff into this bilge in order to provide a safe hiding place for Yongchang, and he had arranged it for the help of only one man, who never got off the ship.

At this point, Luce showed him that one end of the box could be moved at will. He slid it away, and Yongchang was immediately happy to see it.

A mattress taken from the cabin spread the entire bottom of the box, and there were all kinds of comfortable items that could be stuffed in almost a small space, and at the same time there was enough space to rest, to sit in it, or to lie down straight.

Among the piles were books and three blankets, a large jar of fresh water, a small bucket of biscuits, a large piece of ham, a roast leg of lamb, and five or six bottles of soju.

Yongchang immediately entered the small room, and his mood at that time was no less satisfied than a king moving into his newly built palace.

Luce then taught him how to close the chest, then brought the lantern close to the floor and showed him a string laid on the floor.

He said that the rope went from my hiding place around all the inevitable twists and turns of the utility room, all the way to a nail nailed to the bilge deck under the secret door of his cabin.

Follow this rope and find your way out without his guidance, if there are some unexpected circumstances that require that step. When he had given this he took his leave, leaving behind the lantern and enough candles and matches, and promised that he would come down often to see it whenever he could.

Yongchang stayed in the bilge for three days and three nights, during which he barely got out of the box, and only stood twice to stretch his arms and legs between the two crates opposite the opening of the box.

I hadn't seen Luce in three days, but it wasn't a big deal. He knew that the brig would set sail at any moment.

In these three days, his biggest feeling is that his stomach is full every day. He hadn't felt this comfortable feeling in a long time.

Yongchang grew up in the church's nursery, which was a welfare place sponsored by Master Mei. The place where he ate was a spacious hall, a copper pot was placed on one side of the hall, and when the meal was served, the master scooped porridge by the pot, for which he specially tied an apron, and one or two women did chores for him.

According to such a festive arrangement, each child gets a bowl of porridge, and never gives more - on a good day celebrated by the whole world, an extra piece of bread will be distributed.

The porridge bowl never had to be washed, and the children didn't stop until they had scraped the bowl with a spoon and made it shiny and shiny.

As this process was carried out, they sat there, staring at the copper pot, eager to swallow the bricks that had been used to cushion the pot, while at the same time they sucked their fingers vigorously, never letting go of the juice that might fall.

Most of the boys have a good appetite for croaking. All this time, Yongchang and his companions have endured the torment of chronic hunger. Later, he was so hungry that he was about to go mad, and there was a boy who was older than his age, and who had never experienced such a thing, and with a gloomy face hinted to his companions that unless he was given an extra bowl of porridge every day, there was no guarantee that he would not eat the child who slept beside him one night, and that happened to be a young and deceitful little man.

There was a wild hunger in his eyes as he spoke, and there was nothing the children did not believe. Everyone held a meeting and drew lots to decide who would go to the master to ask for some more porridge after dinner that evening, and Yongchang won the lottery.

When dusk came, the children sat down in their seats, and the master in the style of a cook stood by the pot, and the two women who had made his hands stood behind him. The porridge was distributed one by one, and after the long prayer, it took little time to eat.

The porridge in the bowl was swept away, and the children turned their heads to each other and looked straight at Yongchang, when the adjacent table gently nudged him with his elbow.

Although Yongchang is still a child, he has been forced by hunger and suffering to take care of anything, so he took risks. He stood up from the table, spoon and porridge basin in his hand, and walked towards the master, and when he spoke, he was somewhat startled by his boldness:

"I'm sorry, sir, I want more."

The master was a fat man with a strong body, and his face turned white, and for a while he stared at the rebellious little fellow in astonishment, and then he was a little steady, and he stuck to the stove. The women who helped the cook were stunned, and the children were frightened, and none of them could move.

"What!" The master opened his mouth easily, and his voice was weak.

"I'm sorry, sir, but I still want it." Yongchang replied.

The master picked up the spoon and pointed it on Oliver's head, then stretched out his arms to clamp him tightly, and shouted at a shriek, "Call the director."

While the councillors were discussing important matters, Father Boer rushed into the room, and said to the gentleman in the high chair:

"Mr. Gordon, I beg your pardon, sir. Yongchang, this kid still wants. ”

The audience was shocked, and the fear was painted on the faces.

"And also!" Mr. Gordon said, "Be calm and answer clearly." I heard you right, you mean he had to eat the standard rationed dinner? ”

"That's right, sir." Boole replied.

"That child will be hanged," said the gentleman in the white vest, "and I am sure that the child will be hanged." ”

No one refuted the gentleman's foresight. The Council had a lively discussion.

Yongchang was immediately confined. The next morning, a notice was posted outside the gate, saying that anyone who was willing to take in Yongchang's honorarium of five oceans, in other words, as long as anyone, whether male or female, wanted to recruit an apprentice to engage in any kind of craft, trade, or trade, he could come and receive five oceans of cash and this child.

"A contemptible man is sure of it," said the gentleman in the white vest the next morning, knocking at the door, reading the sign, "and I am sure that this little devil will be hanged." ”

Whether the gentleman in the white vest has said it or not, the author plans to say it later. If he breaks it rashly now, will he end up with such a terrible end, this story will no longer need to be told.