"Donor Song, how long will it take for you to make the musket?" Wang Zhi asked.
Song Che clasped his hands together: "Master Amitabha Buddha, this is a technical job. It will take half a year and three months no matter what."
"Then half a month."
Wang Zhi smiled so kindly, "If Donor Song still can't make a musket in half a month, don't blame me for being rude to you."
The smiling tiger who is different from his appearance always does what he says.
Is half a month enough to escape from this island?
As soon as the idea came to Song Che's mind, Wang Zhi clapped his hands again and saw two strong men about nine feet tall, one on the left and one on the right, "sandwiching" Song Che in the middle.
"These two people are my loyal subordinates, named Zhang Hu and Zhao Long respectively. From now on, they will be responsible for protecting the safety of Donor Song,"
Wang Zhi pointed to the boundless sea again, "Look, this island is surrounded by sea. It's probably impossible to escape. So Donor Song had better cooperate with us honestly, so as not to use tricks and scold me when we get there." Not loyal."
Damn bald donkey! Song Che cursed in his heart, and glanced at the stupid big guy next to him. He was very tall, and his martial arts skills were probably not bad, but he had a fatal flaw, that is, he was not very smart.
Rough men can't stand smart people.
"Then I won't waste Mr. Song's time, please." Wang Zhi stepped aside.
Zhang Hu led the way, and Zhao Long followed behind, like a meat sandwich, surrounding Song Che tightly.
I don’t know how big She Island is, but you can’t see the end of it with the naked eye. It is covered with hills and ravines, the highest of which is less than a hundred feet.
Song Che was taken to a thatched cottage on the hillside. It must have been prepared in advance. The wall was specially raised, leaving only one courtyard door for entry and exit. There were four thatched huts in the courtyard. The remaining three huts in the corner were removed, leaving the largest one. Main room.
The thatched cottage is not too small, about ten feet from the main room to the main door. At the running speed of a normal person, it would take at least four seconds. Coupled with the two-foot-high wall and two nine-foot-high "meat walls", it would be almost impossible to escape by foot poles.
"This is where you eat and sleep. If the design is good, we will take you to the weapons shop. Come in."
Zhang Hu pushed Song Che into the main room, and then moved two chairs with Zhao Long. Hengdao immediately sat at the door, watching Song Che's every move with wide eyes.
The main room is very monotonous, with a bed, a table, a chair, and a set of pens, ink, paper and inkstones, but nothing else.
People under the eaves have to bow their heads.
Although Song Che is not a sophisticated egoist, he is a person who cherishes his life. If I die, won't all the wealth and young wife become someone else's?
Life is the most important thing in this world.
He began to draw the design of the musket, but he certainly couldn't make it real. The thickness would be off by a few millimeters, and the result would be an inferior product that would explode after just a few uses.
Of course, the compromise is only temporary. In these fifteen days, escaping from Shedao is the ultimate goal.
"Hey, can you turn your head away?" Song Che asked the two big men guarding the door.
Zhang Hu said, "You paint yours and we look at ours. Is there any problem?"
Song Che asked back: "When you were eating, there were two excrement pestles on the opposite side. Can you still eat?"
The two big men looked at each other and turned their stools around, but they still turned their heads from time to time.
As for the musket design, if he really wanted to concentrate on drawing, Song Che could finish it in half an hour, but he had to reserve time to inspect the entire She Island to plan an escape route.
Song Che put the pen on the inkstone, stretched and walked outside the room.
The two big men crossed their arms and stopped him, "What do you want to do?"
Song Che said: "If you have three urgent needs, I will go to the hut."
The two big men let go, but as soon as Song Che walked away, Zhang Hu followed behind.
"You have to follow me even to the hut?"
"The leader has specifically given instructions, saying that you are very cunning and must keep an eye on you at all times. If you dare to escape, you will be beaten first, your legs will be broken the second time, and your hands and feet will be broken the third time."
So damn cruel!
"Brother Zhang Hu, didn't you come to be a Japanese pirate just for money? You might as well accept me as your master instead. My family has plenty of money, and the bones you give you will be golden."
Song Che meant to be joking, but Zhang Hu paused and lowered his brows in thought.
Song Che took advantage of the victory and pursued, "A prodigal son can never change his ways. As long as you are willing to find your way back, I will ensure that you are safe and sound. Seeing that you are only in your early thirties, you must still have parents and sisters at home, right? Don't you want to see them again? Don't you? ——”
"Snapped!"
Before he could finish his words, Zhang Hu punched him in the nose.
It hurt so much that he held his nose and burst into tears.
Zhang Hu said coldly: "Our leader said that if you talk too much, I will beat you directly. This punch is just to give you a memory. If you keep talking so much, the next punch will break your nose." .”
After that, he picked up Song Che, came to the latrine, opened the door and threw him in, "You must come out within a quarter of an hour, otherwise I will go in to find you."
Before Song Che's nose hurt, a stench assaulted his nose. The smell in the dry toilet was not only dry but also very pungent.
Pungent?
Biogas?
Methane?
Song Che suddenly thought of something. Looking around the latrine, it was almost completely closed. From time to time, bubbles would bubble up in the toilet.
This kind of toilet will definitely explode if it encounters fire.
God helps me!
Song Che opened the toilet door, rubbed his red nose and smiled at Zhang Hu: "Thank you, this punch woke me up."
Zhang Hu looked proud: "The leader said you are very smart, but I think you are nothing more than that."
"No, no, no, smart people never say they are smart. On the contrary, stupid people always think that they are smarter than smart people. But in fact, in the eyes of smart people, they are just stupid ass, but often stupid people are stupid. I won’t admit that I’m an ass,”
Song Che winked at Zhang Hu and asked, "Are you a stupid donkey?"
"Of course I'm not."
"That's right."
Song Che put his hands behind his hands and strode away.
Zhang Hu recited Song Che's words just now, scratching his forehead without even figuring out whether he was a human or a donkey.
evening.
Zhao Long brought meals, fish, shrimps, crabs, clams, all kinds of seafood, a complete gout set meal.
"Why is it that it's all seafood and you don't even want to give me a bowl of rice?"
"On the entire island, only a few leaders are worthy of eating rice and noodles. You can be content with so many meat dishes."
This tiger is a stupid donkey after all, and he inadvertently revealed the information.
The food on She Island is seriously insufficient.
Song Che picked up another piece of fish meat and entered it, which confirmed his suspicion. The salt taste was enough, but the oil and water were pitiful. It seemed that the blockade of the coast had a huge impact on the livelihood of these exiled Japanese pirates.
Although seafood is nutritious, most of it is protein. If you eat it for a long time, you will only gain weight but not strength.
How long can the weak Japanese pirates keep jumping?
