I traveled through time without patched pants, I was the richest man in the Republic of China

The smell in the small lower warehouse of the cargo ship was overwhelming, comparable to the prison where Wei Miao had lived.

An area of ​​less than 200 square meters separated from the warehouse was densely packed with people standing or sitting.

Wei Miao estimated that in such a narrow space, there were suddenly nearly three thousand people crammed in like a pile of piglets.

Some people cried, some shouted, and some vomited and roared.

Wei Miao missed the days she spent in prison.

But this time she was unlucky. There was no prison bully like Wang Dongting to take care of her, only the scolding from her revengeful "father" Lu Pingsheng.

"Duck Egg, get dressed!"

When Lu Pingsheng spoke, the scar at the corner of his eye looked hideous and his beard twitched, which looked a bit funny.

After Wei Miao curled his lips, the big mole at the corner of his mouth became even more speechless.

It was such a stinking, narrow cabin with people huddled together that one had to wear thick coats.

Even though she was not afraid of the heat, she didn't like feeling stuffy like this. Wei Miao was a little envious of Ali.

This guy got on the passenger ship and disappeared in a few jumps. Now a day and a night have passed and he hasn't been seen again.

If it wasn't for Brother Lu saying that the lower cabin and the cargo hold were close to each other, making it convenient for movement, she would not have suffered at all.

Wei Miao helplessly touched the big mole on his cheek, feeling that he had become a little delicate after becoming a human being.

The young man next to him, who was biting a straw, laughed out loud and said in a brisk tone:

"Daddy, the kid has a hot temper, and the cabin is stuffy. He must be sick from being stuffy."

A man in a long gown who was sitting on his luggage next to Wei Miao raised his head, coughed twice, and then said with a weak breath:

"It's like this, you can't afford to get sick these days..."

When he coughed, everyone around him moved away slightly, but unfortunately the lower-class cabin was so crowded that only his head could move.

The young man, like Lupin and the others, did not dodge, but just looked at the man in the long gown with pity.

"Mr. Hu, if you still can't collect the debt on Hong Kong Island this time, will you go again next time?"

When the people around, who looked listless and listless, heard this, their eyes suddenly became lively.

The young man was called Qin A'man. He was a lively and funny guy with thick eyebrows, big eyes and a love of laughter. He injected some vitality into the lifeless cabin.

So everyone loves to listen to him talk and show off.

The downtrodden Mr. Hu put down the book in his hand, with an inextricable sorrow between his brows. He took a breath and said:

"My mother is seriously ill, my wife and children are starving. If I don't get my property back, I'm afraid my whole family will have no way to survive."

When the others heard him speak so miserably, they felt sorry for him and said:

"That evil servant is really abominable. Your father took pity on them and hired them to escort you to Hong Kong Island, but they took advantage of your father's serious illness and ran away with the money."

"Yes, several thousand taels of gold..."

People around sighed. Normally, no one would know such a private matter, but Mr. Hu was not like an ordinary person.

After getting into the cabin, he grabbed the bottle and drank until he was drunk. Then he cried to everyone he met, as if he was a person on the verge of collapse, suppressed in the hustle and bustle of his heart.

What’s even more amazing is that after sobering up, he took out a thin volume of Zhu Xi’s Family Instructions from his arms and started reading it. After reading it for a while, he sighed, coughed three times, and it felt like his whole body was about to break down.

"Mr. Hu, your evil servant killed his master and seized the family property. Why don't you report him to the authorities..." someone suggested.

Qin A'man shook his arms, interrupting the man's fantasy, and said self-deprecatingly:

"In Hong Kong Island, people like us are not even as good as the lower class. How can the government supervise us?"

These words made everyone silent.

They all spent all their family fortunes to buy a boat ticket and went to Hong Kong Island alone.

As the old saying goes, people move and live, trees move and die, but the people must remain.

It's a pity that when people like them go to Hong Kong Island, not only are they looked down upon by foreigners, but the local people also hate them for disrupting the environment and stealing their resources.

After all, they are not welcomed.

Officials in the inland areas don’t care, and in the foreign territories, no one speaks up for them.

Thinking of this, someone began to cry softly.

The crying voices expressed fear for the future and reluctance to leave home. The entire cabin was filled with sadness.

Lu Pingsheng pulled Wei Miao.

Wei Miao had a sly look on his face and pointed to two with his finger.

Lu Pingsheng frowned, opened his mouth and silently said "one".

He secretly sighed in his heart that ever since he had the treasury, the little devil had been eyeing his wealth.

The cost of doing business has also changed from one dollar or one hundred francs to one ingot of gold today.

He originally had a 4:6 split, but now he was being taken advantage of by the little brat all the time.

Calling her "Dad" would give her a gold ingot, and whenever she was asked to do something, a price would be clearly stated.

Wei Miao was satisfied, but when he saw Brother Lu showing a painful expression, he immediately stood up and screamed angrily:

"Ouch! Why did you hit me again?"

She learned this Northeastern dialect from Xiao Liuzi, who had fled from the Northeast, when she was buying flowers at Paramount.

Xiao Liuzi has a strong accent and Shanghainese people are xenophobic, so in order to fit in faster, he also learned Shanghainese.

But it's hard to change one's accent, this kid always speaks Shanghainese and Northeastern dialect together.

For example: "Wei Miao, can you tell me how you and Sister Mary fell in love?"

The tone of the ending must be indirect, and the attitude we want is to express our doubt about everything.

Lu Pingsheng turned his head to look at Wei Miao, and suddenly felt that he couldn't bear to look at the ugly little face.

He quickly retracted his gaze and scolded:

"How dare you talk to me, your father, you unruly girl."

Wei Miao put his hands on his hips and yelled with a sour face:

"You're not my father!"

After her interruption, everyone's sadness faded away and most of them looked up to see the fun.

Everyone looked at Lu Pingsheng, who had an unshaven beard and a scar on his face, and then at Wei Miao, who was so ugly and angry, and they laughed even louder.

"Yadan has a pretty bad temper, just like the granny in our Northeast." Someone encouraged Wei Miao.

Lu Pingsheng blew his beard and glared, "You little bitch, I will sell you for a dowry sooner or later!"

With just one sentence, the cabin fell silent, followed by a burst of laughter.

Wei Miao became angry and embarrassed, and squeezed out angrily amid laughter.

Behind him, there was Lu Pingsheng's helpless complaints.

"This damn girl was born naughty and active. She wasn't originally so ugly. She also had a long black braid. She insisted on crawling into the stove hole to dig out sweet potatoes. Not only did her hair get burned, but her face was almost disfigured."

Everyone followed Lu Pingsheng's gaze and looked at the hair of Wei Miao who was struggling to squeeze out of the crowd.

Indeed, these days, few girls have short hair.

It turned out to be burned by fire.

Many people looked at Wei Miao's ugly face for a moment and then quickly looked away.

"It would be fine if it was a boy, but it has to be a girl. I will wait for her to grow up and marry someone in exchange for the bride price."

Lu Pingsheng sat cross-legged on his bag, looking worried.

Qin A'man, who had been watching the fun nearby, curled his lips and said it was a pity, secretly complaining in his heart:

This bearded man is even more imaginative than him.

Such an ugly girl, if she went to Hong Kong to be a maid, I'm afraid no one would want her.

People around started to talk about what kind of daughter is valuable.