Chapter 285

"Captain, there's news!"

Wang also rushed into the water warehouse with big steps, followed by two timid, yellow faced and thin young people. They are Oriental. From the money rat braids behind their heads, they are still Chinese and Qing people of this era.

This makes Luolin's heart produce a strange feeling, like seeing Huang Feihong on the movie channel or seeing Hua hero on the computer

No, Hua hero doesn't seem to wear braids in order to be handsome

He straightened himself and greeted him: "these two..."

"Didn't you ask me to dress up as an Indian and go to the south side to investigate the clues of the slave mob? I went."

Wang also showed a cheap look of remembrance.

"The problem is that this means can't deceive the Indians there at all, and because EVA's appearance is too exaggerated, she is insulted by the Indians."

"Er..."

"A total of forty or fifty people chased me seven blocks with knives, sticks and forks. Thanks to these villagers, they saved me and hid me in their colony."

Lorraine blinked. "The colony? There are Qing people in Boston?"

"There are only about forty or fifty people in each workshop. No one knows how many there are. Anyway, it's almost nothing compared with blacks and Indians."

Wang also paused, quickly glanced at his compatriots behind him, and came up to Lorraine.

"Most of the villagers here can't speak English or French. They were first cheated to the west coast, and then sold to the French by those unscrupulous Spaniards. After several twists and turns, they were sent to Boston."

"I find that many of them don't know that they have become slaves. Because they don't know the language, they are often bullied by blacks and Indians here. They can only hold each other together for warmth."

"In addition, after the liberalization of slaves in Boston, their treatment seems to be much better than that of other slaves. With the support of whites, angry young people often go to other slave colonies to provoke, which is just not much worse than my situation..."

"So they treat you as a slave in the south?"

"Almost... It seems that I am not only regarded as a slave, but also as a smart, respected young man with unlimited future. Many people have flattered me these days."

Lorraine turned his eyes when he heard this: "a slave? The future is unlimited? Still flattering you?"

"Well... None of the half old men in the colony who are ranked by seniority and really talk understand foreign languages. They still think they are here to carry the work for foreigners. Some young people don't understand it, but they don't speak well..."

Lorraine took a deep breath.

He was almost moved by the tragic experience of his soul compatriots, even if it was very untimely.

But the kind of elders, children and inferiors engraved in the bones, the unreasonable old is right, and the sweet smell of the familiar feudal dross

It's really the feeling of a sow racing a Diao cicada.

Shaking off his head and throwing away his fantasy, Lorraine looked up and down at the two Qing people brought by Wang.

"They brought the news?"

Wang also smiled cunningly: "Liu Jizu and Zhao Chuansi are the two most resourceful young people in the settlement. They are in their early twenties and have mastered simple language. They are very close to some white foremen, but not close to the villagers."

"I was not familiar with them, but they took the initiative to find me today and told me an interesting story about the south district."

Speaking of this, Lorraine already understood that Wang was also watched.

It may be difficult for westerners to understand the Chinese understanding of social interaction.

Chinese society, imbued with Confucian elegance, has always pursued gentleness, humility and restraint. They prefer to express their reserve and solemnity compared with the humorous people that Western gentlemen are committed to creating.

This is a very interesting difference between East and West.

Humor is a necessary skill that is easy to use in western society. Often, starting with one or two interesting things is the only way to make friends with strangers. Even if the mean humor persecutes another irrelevant person from the wind review, no one will feel inappropriate.

But in the East, if someone goes to talk in front of unfamiliar villagers, the villagers will not feel interesting, let alone have the idea of making friends. They will only question the speaker's character and sincerity. From then on, they stay away and are not close.

It can be seen that Zhao Chuansi and Liu Jizu can hardly come with their own wishes. It is more likely that some white man gave them stupid ideas, such as... A foreman they deliberately wanted to curry favor with.

Wang also obviously noticed.

So he didn't deliberately sell stupidity, but directly led the two speakers to the shipyard, so that the other party could more accurately feel that Lorraine had received the information that those people wanted to convey.

The fish bite

Lorraine smiled: "do I need to see them?"

"Of course, if you don't reward yourself, how can you show your attention to this matter?"

……

"Not heirs Zhao, he's stepfathers Liu, Lei... Lei monkey, mi you Jin, come to spit honey oil..."

I thought pretending that I didn't understand Chinese was a thing that needed to concentrate on pretending, but as soon as Zhao Chuansi opened his mouth, Lorraine knew it was stable.

The Cantonese around the column three times and the English with the same accent are mixed. You have me and I have him. Lorraine only barely distinguishes [Hello], and then there is no more.

He reluctantly asked Wang Ye for help. Wang Ye was surprised. He only felt that his captain's acting skills were getting better and better. Even he couldn't tell the true from the false.

This... Awesome!

Wang also praised angrily and began to translate.

In fact, the interesting content is very simple. There is a strange missionary in the Jenny Daya chapel in the ninth community of the Southern District. He hides his body in a wide smock and wears a mask on his face.

His teachings were not well spoken, and he often recited them according to the book, but he often said some sensitive topics of color opposition after preaching, which made Mary Daya's popularity soar.

The famous saying that "yellow and black are friends, white is the enemy" made him gain a great reputation among slaves. Hundreds of people respected him as a saint, and others stole guns and ammunition from the gun factory to support him.

He said that God originally had color. It was the white man who made God white. They are the believers favored by the Lord. They are about to die in the glory of the Lord. The glory of the Lord will turn Boston into colored Jerusalem.

The holy war of color will begin at any time and never end.

With Wang's rhythmic translation, Lorraine's eyebrows wrinkled and tightened.

The missionary was undoubtedly the instigator of the slave mob and the poor actor who jumped in front of the stage, and the Mary Daya chapel was the most likely source of the humiliation night attack.

The problem is that the strong and familiar smell of cults makes Lorraine smell Martinique. Even the radical but irrational color theory was originally concocted by a white man, and the man's name... John Rashid.

Lorraine gave a soft bang and said to Wang, "ask them, what's the name of the missionary?"

"Ivan king, or Ivan king, surnamed Rashid."

Ivan King Rashid, Rashid's Avenger

Lorraine sighed fiercely. He just felt that he had to suffer endlessly because of the evil done by that guy!

What's more ridiculous is that he can't stand it for the smooth progress of his plan!

Rashid, you owe me this time!

Lolin thought silently, took an octagonal gold coin from his pocket, tinkled and bounced it into Zhao Chuansi's arms.

"One last question, ask them when Mary Daya's next meeting will be."

Tonight at 11:00, preach, Exodus.