The sky was gloomy. Waves from the sea came up the shore one after another, hitting the rocks on the shore, and then receded layer by layer, leaving behind some broken shells and small crabs blowing bubbles. The shore here was different from that elsewhere. Although there were many boats, no one went out to sea. Those boats were vaguely surrounding a large ship, and from time to time someone would stand on the bow for a while and then disappear.
The sky gradually darkened, and fishing fires were lit on the boat. Living by the sea, people naturally depended on what they had to eat. The fishermen had already begun to skillfully light fires and cook. The shrimps were fresh from the sea, and they changed color soon after being put into the pot. On the other side, someone had already started to prepare the sauce. While they were busy, a man as thin as a monkey suddenly came down from the big boat, walked straight into the medium-sized boat, poked the middle-aged man who was cooking, and whispered, "Be careful later, the boss is in a bad mood, don't break the taboo, otherwise you will die."
The middle-aged man was busy catching the shrimps and arranging them on a plate. Hearing this, he frowned and looked at him: "What's the matter? Why is there such a big fuss? It seems that there has been no peace on the ship today."
The skinny monkey's eyes sparkled. Seeing that he had arranged the dishes neatly and beautifully, he quickly reached out and scooped up a shrimp. He didn't even peel it, but bit off the shrimp head directly and threw the shrimp into his mouth. He raised his eyebrows and snorted, "Big deal, really big deal. I think our time here is over."
The middle-aged man reached out and patted him on the head: "What are you talking about? There is no taboo!" He rubbed his hands on his apron, pushed him away and looked in the direction of the big ship, and asked seriously: "What's going on? I think Boss Duan has never been so anxious. When he came to our place before, it also depended on the mood of the boss. Sometimes he saw us and sometimes he didn't. It was normal. But today, Boss Duan has not made any movement since he went upstairs. The boss of the big ship even ordered to keep food for him. Did Boss Duan do some big business?"
"What big business can he have?" The skinny monkey sneered and curled his lips in disdain: "It's only because of our king that he can be so prosperous. If the king says something, who is he? You are praising him too much."
The middle-aged man raised his hand and hit the skinny monkey hard on the back a few times, making the skinny monkey scream. Then he started to scold him angrily: "Are you crazy? What did I say before I brought you out? I told you to be careful with your words and actions, listen more, watch more and talk less. But you are good, saying everything you should and shouldn't say, as if you are afraid that others don't know that you talk too much, right? You have been here for so long, can't you see what the fate of those who talk too much is? If you do this again, get out of here as soon as possible and stop making trouble for me here! I just asked one question, and you confessed so many things about you, are you crazy?"
The skinny monkey rushed out after being beaten. When he got out, he saw a group of people getting off the big ship, so he pushed the middle-aged man into the cabin again: "Oh my uncle! Don't hit him, don't hit him! Boss Duan and Boss Ma are coming down. If we are seen, we will be in trouble!"
As expected, the middle-aged man stopped talking. When things quieted down, he glared at the skinny monkey and said, "What's going on? Don't beat around the bush. If you have something to say, just say it. If you have something to say, just fart!"
The noise outside gradually died down. After a while, someone on the ship shouted at the mast: "Skinny monkey! Skinny monkey!"
The skinny monkey hurriedly responded loudly, then turned around and whispered to the middle-aged man: "Something happened, something serious, uncle, you should be careful, cook carefully, don't break any taboos, the boss is busy now, let me tell you, something happened to the one kept in Hunan!"
After he finished speaking, he ran out quickly, leaving the middle-aged man standing in the cabin in shock.
After standing there for a while, he was called by someone. He turned around as if awakened from a dream: "Ah, I'll do it now, right now!"
"What are you doing, Uncle Hai?" The young man laughed and said, "Don't do it. The boss said that we won't eat today. Don't bother. The people on the boat will prepare the food for them. Get ready. We are going out to sea."
Going out to sea
Uncle Hai was stunned for a moment, thinking of the news that Skinny Monkey had just told him. He said "oh" thoughtfully and went to work.
The big ship started moving slowly and drifted on the sea for several days. It was unknown how long it had passed before Uncle Hai saw Skinny Monkey again. It was many days later. Skinny Monkey came to the kitchen, shouting that he was hungry and wanted to eat, while looking through the food in the kitchen.
Uncle Hai brought out a plate of fried yellow croaker. Seeing the skinny monkey eating with oil dripping from his mouth, he couldn't help but feel angry and amused: "How can a starving ghost be reincarnated?"
"You know what, it's really like a starving ghost reincarnated." Skinny Monkey burped, patted his belly and sighed: "Uncle, I've had a hard time these days. The boss is busy and chaotic, and we, the people below, are also suffering. Don't mention it, Boss Ma is in trouble this time, I think he almost lost his life."
He lowered his voice and looked at Uncle Hai: "It was the young prince who almost blew his head off with a musket."
Uncle Hai was surprised: "Just because of that incident in Hunan?"
"Yes." The skinny monkey smiled strangely: "There will be a good show to watch."
Uncle Hai was thoughtful. He couldn't gloat over other people's misfortunes like Shou Hou'er. He hummed thoughtfully. After a while, when Shou Hou'er left, he returned to his cabin and waved to his godson to come in: "Something happened. Can you contact the people on the shore?"
His son scratched his head: "This is different from before. We are on the sea, we have no direction, I don't know where we are, how can we send the message out? Besides, godfather, you have seen what the situation is here recently. Everyone is afraid of getting into trouble. If we are caught, it will be fatal. It is better not to take risks."
Uncle Hai frowned and waved his hand. He knew in his heart that there was nothing he could do, but he was still worried: "But from what they said, I'm afraid the matter is related to our people. It seems that something happened to the young lady raised in the Xu family..."
The two men discussed in low voices for a while, and then they heard faint cries and noises coming from the front from a long distance. They looked at each other, and it was Uncle Hai who opened the door first and pulled out a familiar person: "What's going on in front?"
"Don't worry about it." The other party shouted and waved his hands, as if he was keeping a secret: "Something big has happened. We are dealing with traitors. Anyone who had any connection with Fujian in the past has suffered."
Uncle Hai's heart skipped a beat.
It really has something to do with the shore.