"Birthday does not fall as a pirate (

"Captain, there is news!"

Wang Ye strode into the water tank with meteors, followed by two cringing, thin-faced young people from the East. Judging from the money rat braids behind his head, they are still Chinese in this era, clear people.

This made Lorraine feel a strange feeling in her heart, like seeing Huang Feihong on the movie channel, or seeing Hua Yingxiong on the computer...

No, Hua Yingxiong doesn't seem to tie his braids in order to be handsome...

He straightened up and greeted him: "These two..."

"Didn't you let me dress up as an Indian to investigate the clues of the slave mob in the Southern District? I went."

Wang also showed a look of reminiscence.

"The problem is that this method can't deceive the Indians there at all, and because Ava's appearance is too exaggerated, it was regarded as an insult by the Indians."

"Uh…"

"People from No. 40 or 50 in total, carrying a knife, stick and pitchfork, chased me seven streets. Thanks to these fellow villagers, they saved me and hid in their settlement."

Lorraine blinked his eyes: "The settlement? There are also clear people in Boston?"

"There are only about forty or fifty people in the workshops who are in contact with each other. No one knows how many people there are. Anyway, compared to blacks and Indians, they are almost nothing."

Wang also paused, quickly glanced at the compatriots behind him, and drew close to Lorraine.

"Most of the villagers here do not speak English or French. They were first deceived to the West Coast, and then sold to the French by the unscrupulous Spaniards. They were sent to Boston after several twists and turns."

"I found that many of them don't know that they have become slaves, because they don't understand their language, and they are often bullied by the blacks and Indians here. They can only hug each other to keep warm."

"Also, after the liberalization of slaves in Boston, their treatment seems to be much better than that of other slaves. With the support of white people, often angry young people go to other slave settlements to provoke, which happens to be not inferior to my condition. many…"

"So they treat you as a slave in the Southern District?"

"Almost...it seems to treat me not only as a slave, but also as the kind of smart, respected, and promising young man. Many people have come to flatter me these days."

Lorraine turned his eyes straight at hearing: "A slave? The future is limitless? Still flattering you?"

"Well... in the settlements, none of the half-old men who really talk about seniority understand foreign languages. They still think that they are here to support foreigners, but there are a few young people who seem to understand, but they speak, How can an old man be so good..."

Lorraine took a deep breath.

The tragic experience of fellow souls made him almost touched, even if the touch was very, very, very untimely.

But the kind of elders and inferiority engraved into the bones, unreasonable old age is right, and the sweet smell of the familiar feudal dross...

Really feel like the sow race Diaochan.

Shaking his head to throw away his own whimsy and delusions, Lorraine looked up and down the two pure men that Wang Ye had brought.

"They brought the news?"

Wang also smiled slyly: "Liu Jizu and Zhao Chuansi are the two most active young people in the settlement. They are both in their early twenties and have mastered simple language. They are close to some white artificial heads and are close to fellow villagers. They are not close."

"I didn't know them well at first, but they took the initiative to find me today and talked about an interesting story about the Southern District."

Speaking of this, Lorraine knew that Wang was also being watched.

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

Chinese-style social interactions steeped in Confucianism have always pursued gentleness, modesty, courtesy and restraint. Compared with the humorous personalities created by Western gentlemen, they prefer to express their reservedness and dignity.

This is an interesting difference between East and West.

Humor is an essential skill that is easy to use in Western social interaction. Many times, starting with one or two interesting things is the only way to meet strangers. So I feel wrong.

But in the East, if someone runs to an unfamiliar villager and chews his tongue, the villager will not find it interesting, and will not give birth to the thoughts of friendship. They will only question the speaker's character and Chengfu.

It can be seen from this that it is almost impossible for Zhao Chuansi and Liu Jizu to come with their own wishes. It is more likely that a certain white man made a stupid idea for them, such as... a certain foreman they deliberately tried to fudge.

Wang also obviously noticed.

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

Fish bite...

Lorraine smiled slightly: "Do I need to see them?"

"Of course, you can't help but give a reward yourself. How can you show that you attach importance to this matter?"

…

"It's not the heir to Zhao, it's the successor Liu, Lei...Lei Hou, I'm going to spit honey..."

I thought that pretending that I could not understand Chinese was something that required full attention to disguise, but as soon as Zhao Chuansi spoke, Lorraine knew that the matter was stable.

The Cantonese with three circles around the column and the English with the same accent are mixed. There is me in you and him in me. Lorraine can barely distinguish [Hello], and then there is no more.

He reluctantly asked Wang Ye for help, Wang Ye was secretly surprised, only to feel that his captain's acting skills were getting better and better, and that smile made him unable to tell the truth from the fake.

This... awesome!

Wang also gave an angry applause and began to translate.

The content of the fun fact is actually very simple. There is a strange missionary in the Jenny Daya Chapel in the Ninth Community of the Southern District.

His teachings are not well taught, and they are often recited in the book, but they often talk about sensitive topics with opposing colors while preaching. UU reading www.uukanshu.com made Mary Daya's popularity soar.

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

He said that God originally had colors, and it was the white man who made God white. They are the believers favored by the Lord, who are about to die for the glory of the Lord, and the glory of the Lord will turn Boston into the Jerusalem of colored people.

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

With Wang Ye's humming and frustrating translation, Lorraine's brows wrinkled and tightened.

This missionary is undoubtedly the instigator of the slave mob, the botched actor who jumped in front of the stage, and the Mary Daya Chapel is the most likely source of the attack on the night of shame.

The problem is that the strong and familiar cult smell made Lorraine smell Martinique, and even that radical and irrational color theory was originally concocted by a white man, and that person’s name...John Lay Sid.

Lorraine let out a soft cry, and said to the king, "Ask them, what is the name of the missionary?"

"Ivankin, or Ivankin, whose surname is Lehid."

Ivan King Leheid, Leheid’s Avenger...

Lorraine sighed fiercely, just thinking that because of what that guy had done, he had to suffer endlessly!

What's even more ridiculous is that for the sake of his plan to go smoothly, he can't be affected by it!

Leched, you owe me this time!

Lorraine said silently in his heart, took out an octagonal gold coin from his pocket, banged it, and bounced it into Zhao Chuansi's arms.

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

At 11 o'clock tonight, sermon, Exodus.