Reborn as King of South America

Chapter 164: Going to Southeast Asia Part
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Youlan and her mother used shaved bamboo strips to fix Huang Ping's injured arm, and then the group lined up to sign and board the Inderwood.

The Inderwood was a wooden three-masted sailing ship with a tonnage of 800 tons. According to the transportation standards at that time, a 1000-ton transport ship carried 1400 crew members, that is, one crew member occupied two tons of the ship's tonnage. However, in order to obtain greater profits, the owners of the Chinese coolie ships often falsely reported the tonnage of the ships to transport more Chinese workers. The Inderwood's reported tonnage was tons, and the total number of Chinese on board was about . There was not enough space for more than Chinese to rest, so hundreds of people had to squeeze into one cabin.

The coolie ship sailed on the sea for six days and arrived in the waters north of Singapore on May 3, two days away from the British Straits Settlements.

The moon was bright and the stars were sparse. There was a cool breeze on the sea and the wind and waves subsided.

Huang Youlan and her parents were squeezed in a small lower cabin. Nearly a week of bumpy rides on the sea and the smelly, humid environment on the lower cabin had made her mentally depressed. Her once rosy and fair face had turned pale due to physical weakness.

"Cough, cough," Huang Youlan couldn't help coughing. She weakly grasped her mother's hand and said, "Mom, I feel so bad."

The dim lower cabin was illuminated only by a weak torch. The mother moved her body, helped Youlan up and moved closer to the torch. She touched her daughter's forehead with one hand and said worriedly, "Boss, take out the herbs in the package quickly. Youlan is sick."

"Hey, I'll find it right away." Huang Ping used his uninjured right hand to take out the package from behind him. Huang A Zhong, who was sitting in front of him, quickly opened the package, took out a small gray cloth bag, and handed it to You Lan.

Mother opened the cloth bag, carefully took out a handful of herbs and placed them in a small bamboo bucket.

Chinese herbal medicine generally needs to be boiled in hot water, and it is impossible to make a fire in the lower cabin. Huang Ping took out money to bribe the cabin sailors, and took three young and strong people from the tribe to help Youlan to the deck.

At midnight, there were only a dozen foreign sailors left on the deck drinking and chatting. Huang Ping and his men avoided the foreign sailors and came to a small sheltered corner on the ship, where they set up a clay pot to make a fire and boil medicine.

The fire started and the strong smell of Chinese herbal medicine drifted on the deck. Three or four foreign sailors who smelled the smell came towards Huang Ping with bottles of wine in their hands, cursing.

"Uncle Wu, the foreign devils are coming towards us."

The four foreign sailors were staggering, their faces were red, and they were obviously drunk. Huang A Zhong was worried that they would cause trouble, so he warned them.

"Wait a moment, the medicine will be ready soon." Huang Ping stared at the steaming clay pot without raising his head.

The deck was not large, and four sailors quickly came to Huang Ping. A fat sailor with a red nose reeked of alcohol and was cursing in words that Huang Ping could not understand.

Huang Ping and several Hakka men were squatting next to the clay pot, not paying attention to the foreign sailors.

The foreign sailor's curses became louder and louder, and suddenly he raised his right foot to kick the clay pot. Huang Ping was quick-witted and threw himself forward to block the clay pot and took the kick from the fat sailor.

When Huang Ping was beaten, Huang A-Zhong and other young and strong men nearby were impulsive and forgot their identity as foreign navy soldiers. They rushed forward and beat up the fat sailor.

Huang A Zhong kicked the fat sailor to the ground, then followed closely and kicked him twice more.

"Ah Zhong, stop fighting. We can't afford to offend foreigners."

Huang Ping turned around and stood up, but it was too late to stop the men from attacking, and he shouted loudly.

The air was fresh and the space was wide. After a while, Youlan got used to the deck. Her pale face gradually regained color and she regained some spirit. Huang Ping's dissuasion did not work. Seeing their companions being beaten, the foreign sailors on the deck quickly rushed over and the situation immediately became chaotic.

More than a dozen foreign sailors had the advantage in numbers, but because they had drunk too much and the Hakka men had learned fighting skills since childhood, the two sides were evenly matched.

Huang A Zhong faced three sailors alone. After knocking down two sailors with his consecutive attacks, he turned around and took two steps back, dodging the attack of one sailor. At the same time, he punched hard with both hands, repelling two foreign sailors and pulling up a man of his own ethnic group who had fallen to the ground.

Huang A Zhong pulled up his fellow playmate and was about to continue helping another young Hakka man out of the situation, but he had to stop.

"Fuck!" The fat sailor who was beaten first got up, ran to the deck, took out his musket, and pointed it directly at Huang A Zhong.

Huang A Zhong was subdued, and Huang Ping and the other two young men had to stop.

More than a dozen foreign sailors surrounded Huang A Zhong and four others. The fat sailor showed a cruel smile on his face. He raised the butt of his gun and hit Huang A Zhong's head hard. "Bang." Huang A Zhong quickly turned his head to avoid the fatal attack, and the butt of the gun hit his shoulder. The inertia of the butt of the gun made him take a few steps back. Enduring the pain in his shoulder, Huang A Zhong pushed his right foot back against the deck under his feet and did not fall down.

The foreign sailors around burst into laughter and watched the fat sailor beating Huang A Zhong in a playful manner.

The other side had more people and guns in their hands. Huang A Zhong suppressed his anger, protected his head with both hands, and allowed the fat sailor to beat him.

"Bah." The fat sailor fought for a while, spat, looked hatefully at Huang A Zhong who was lying on the ground, snatched the musket from his companion, aimed at the opponent and was ready to attack.

"Bill, you're crazy!" A sailor immediately lowered the barrel of his gun with his hand and warned: "The boss has warned that if you kill Chinese workers again, he will throw you into the sea to feed the fish!"

"Disgusting Jew, vampire!" The fat sailor cursed and slowly put away his musket.

"These Chinese owe the boss shipping fees. If you kill them, who will pay for the shipping fees?" The sailor named Bill patted the fat sailor on the shoulder and said, "You have already made the boss angry many times. If you cause more trouble, he will not let you go. Just teach these yellow monkeys a lesson, don't kill anyone."

Merchant ships that transported Chinese workers were generally not run by regular businessmen. When the ships were sailing on the ocean, the captain had many ways to deal with disobedient sailors. Thinking of the scene where a sailor who was as fond of gambling as himself was thrown into the water, the fat sailor's mind instantly became much clearer.

"Thump thump" a thin figure ran out from the corner and headed straight towards Huang Ping and the others.

When the two groups were fighting in chaos just now, Youlan was weak and could only hide in a corner to avoid becoming a burden to her father and others. But when she saw that the foreigners were about to stop and end the incident, Youlan couldn't wait to run out.

Huang Ping was supporting Huang A Zhong and was about to return to the cabin when he saw his daughter running towards him. He frowned, quickly pulled his daughter over, and quickened his pace to walk inside.

"Stop." A strange foreign accent sounded behind him. Huang Ping paused, then ran forward with his daughter in his arms.

"Bill, stop them, I want them to keep the girl." The fat sailor's eyes lit up. They couldn't kill the Chinese workers, but the Jewish guy wouldn't mind snatching a little girl.

More than a dozen foreign sailors immediately understood and quickly divided into two teams to surround Youlan and the other four.

(End of this chapter)