To be fair, since he started traveling through time, it can be said that Song Ziyu has done many, many things and been exposed to all walks of life, but this definitely does not include the job of shoveling coal on an ocean-going ship.
Logically speaking, Song Ziyu does not need to suffer from this kind of birdiness, especially when facing the Fusang people who have a blood feud.
But considering the purpose of his trip and Zhou Ning's health, Song Ziyu finally agreed.
"Just shovel coal, it's no big deal." Song Ziyu agreed. Then Captain Takeda sent Song Ziyu and Zhou Ning to the lower cabin, and gave them a set of dry old clothes.
The environment in the lower class cabin is very harsh. There are more than a dozen people living in a room of a few square meters, and these people all paid for it with tickets.
Seeing such an unsightly environment, Song Ziyu was really furious, but Song Ziyu had to endure it at this time.
At worst, I had to suffer for a night. When the energy of my time-traveling bracelet is restored tomorrow, I can travel back to get some gold and silver as my ticket, and then consider changing to a better environment.
However, on this night, Zhou Ning's situation became not so good. Perhaps because he drank too much seawater in the sea, Zhou Ning continued to have a fever after nightfall, and his whole body was in a state of panic.
This made Song Ziyu very anxious. I never expected that Zhou Ning, a member of the time traveler team, would be in such poor health.
Looking at Zhou Ning, he might have a high fever of over 40 degrees. At this pace, would he become a fool?
Considering that Zhou Ning himself was not very smart, Song Ziyu decided to ask for help to see if he could find a doctor for help.
There were hundreds of people from more than a dozen countries in the lower cabin of this ocean-going ship, more than half of whom were natives of Southeast Asia.
Song Ziyu shouted for help at the top of his lungs: "Is there a doctor here? Doctor! Help, someone is dying." All the numb people looked back, most of them without any response in their eyes.
Song Ziyu felt somewhat desperate in his heart. It seems that whether Zhou Ning can survive it depends on his own luck.
At this moment, a young man wearing square glasses came in front of him.
"I am a doctor, who needs help?" The young man's eyes were shining. Song Ziyu invited the young man to Zhou Ning. The young man checked Zhou Ning's pulse, looked at his eyeballs, and then began to ask about symptoms.
Finally, the young man nodded and said: "It's not a big problem. She drank too much seawater and developed symptoms of seawater drowning. She didn't receive immediate treatment, so... I gave her an injection of atropine. I believe it can alleviate the problem." After that, The young man shouted behind him: "Zhang Shu, bring my medicine box...Zhang Shu!" Not long after, a tall and burly young man squeezed through the crowd: "Bi Daowen, you are so bad." You are kind-hearted and will save anyone you see. Do you know that these medicines are going to the International Front?" Zhang Shu didn't finish his words and couldn't continue on the spot because he saw Zhou Ning. He definitely saw Zhou Ning. Zhou Ning's chest... A doctor named Bi Daowen put away his medical kit after giving Zhou Ning an injection.
At this time, Song Ziyu asked: "You also went to Ibias to join the International Front?"
"You too?" Zhang Shu and Bi Daowen asked almost in unison.
"Yes, my companions and I also went to join the International Front." Song Ziyu said.
"Oh, that's great, we can be considered comrades." The two people's attitudes towards Song Ziyu changed drastically in an instant, and they seemed to be much closer.
Song Ziyu never expected that he would meet those who traveled thousands of miles to die for their faith on this ship.
The two sides immediately had a topic of conversation, and they simply arranged to meet on the deck. Zhang Shu took out half a bottle of rice wine that he was reluctant to drink and filled it for Song Ziyu, and then started chatting and imagining the future.
"Brother Song, do you think a single spark can start a prairie fire?" Bi Daowen asked.
"Yes! Our faith is invincible." Song Ziyu replied decisively. But Song Ziyu didn’t finish.
After the red flags were planted all over the world, what ushered in was the regression of faith. Of course, Song Ziyu knew that he could not say these words.
"I don't know if we can return to the motherland alive during this trip to Ibias." Zhang Shu was a little worried.
"The motherland is also broken by mountains and rivers!" Bi Daowen sighed: "I look at the world and predict that within ten years, there will be an unprecedented war." Song Ziyu sighed: "Not even ten years." In fact, at this time next year, Fusang Kingdom It is time to take full action on the land of Yu Xia.
"Hey, the future is long and long." Bi Daowen sighed. Song Ziyu could clearly feel that the mood of these two people was very pessimistic.
Song Ziyu planned to stimulate them, so he talked eloquently: "I can give you an outlook on the future."
"What's the future for Brother Song? Let's talk about it." Bi Daowen became interested. Song Ziyu raised his finger and said lightly: "I will tell my fortune for the next hundred years."
"What kind of fate is this?" Zhang Shu asked.
"Forget the fate of the country!" Song Ziyu said.
"I don't see that you can tell fortunes, so let's start your performance." Zhang Shu laughed. Song Ziyu smiled faintly, then raised his finger and said: "One year later, the Fusang Kingdom invaded the country and the Yuxia Kingdom was in danger."
"A year later?" Bi Daowen said: "It can be seen that my poor Yuxia land is rich in resources, but I am poor and weak. I am afraid that I will be annexed by the Fusang Kingdom." Song Ziyu continued to raise one of his fingers with a smile. The head smiled and said: "Ten years later, the country of Fusang will be in ruins, and millions of Fusang women will go south to sell their butts."
"Ah ha ha ha!" Zhang Shu also laughed: "You can't tell that Brother Song is still a big angry young man." Song Ziyu shook his head and said: "I'm not kidding."
"Okay, let's not ask about Fusang Kingdom. Let's talk about what will happen to Yuxia Kingdom in ten years?" Zhang Shu asked. Song Ziyu said: "Calculate the time, I am afraid that in ten years there will be civil war between the brothers of the Yu Xia Kingdom."
"Civil war? Who is fighting whom?" Bi Daowen asked.
"Does it still need to be said? Red and white are two colors that are incompatible with each other." Song Ziyu said it very cryptically, but everyone understood it.
"Then who won in the end?" Zhang Shu's eyes flashed sharply!
"Isn't this nonsense? The red flag will be planted all over the land of Yuxia Kingdom." Song Ziyu smiled lightly.
"Hahaha! We are not alone." Zhang Shu drank the wine in one gulp, obviously very happy.
"Then what happens next?" Bi Daowen asked: "So what if we capture the world?" Song Ziyu said: "Our beliefs will inevitably be tolerated by the world. Fifteen years later, the army went abroad, fought fiercely in the white mountains and black waters, and brutally tortured the Eighteen-Nation Allied Forces. Finally, we will build a stable country for a century.”
