Fairy’s Box

In the evening, Red Beard brought a bucket of clean water and a dozen or so black bread. Yalei tasted the taste of black bread for the first time in his life.

The big ones can be used as wooden sticks, and they are black and hard, dry and bitter. If you don't pay attention to biting hard, you can break your teeth. Along the bite, you can clearly see the wheat husks and sawdust inside, and you can dig out small stones if you dig hard.

Eating this kind of bread all day will not only torture the teeth and stomach, but even the cecum will let out a painful wailing.

Yale looked around, including everyone in Uncle Sal, who used a knife to cut the brown bread into pieces, carefully picked out the stones, cut them into small pieces, sprinkled them with salt, and dipped them in water to eat them.

Although the brown bread was dry and hard, they ate it with relish.

If they can eat it, so can I!

Looking at the brown bread that was hard to swallow after taking a bite, Yale took a bite, and then began to chew.

Sawdust and wheat husks can be eaten, but stones must be spit out, so for every bite of bread, several mouthfuls of stones must be spit out.

So in the stunned eyes of the people around, Yale was like a squirrel, holding the black bread and taking a bite, then spit out stones, four or five bites, and half of it was eaten.

"Young man, I've never seen such an ugly sight in my life. You can't eat brown bread like this, especially at sea, it will give you stomach problems!"

Uncle Sal couldn't stand it any longer, and patted Ale on the shoulder to advise.

"Bah, bah, it doesn't matter, bah, bah, my stomach has been strong since I was a child... bah bah..."

Seeing that Yale insisted on going his own way, Thrall no longer discouraged him. He ate his own share of black bread and lay down in his clothes. After a while, he snored loudly.

Everyone also lay down one after another, bringing accompaniment to Thrall's thunderous snoring.

One after another snoring ruthlessly destroyed Yale's eardrums, and even his head hurt. In the end, the sleepiness overcame the irritability, and he fell asleep under the waves of the sea.

This **, he dreamed of a sky covered with dark clouds, lightning roared constantly, really refused to rain, but vaguely, it seemed that someone could hear someone breathing in the clouds.

He tried to listen closely, but the clouds kept rolling and thickening, separating him. In the end, the whole world became dim and dark, and the thunder stopped, but the whining sound became clearer and louder.

It feels a little familiar, who is it?

"Old Thrall! What's the matter with you, old Thrall?"

"It's not good, looking at this face, I'm afraid it's appendicitis!"

"Doctor, go find a doctor!"

The noise in his ears increased several times, and Yale suddenly woke up, only to see Thrall, who was surrounded by people, busy in circles.

The source of ** in the dream turned out to be Uncle Sal by his side!

Several men supported Thrall and wiped off his sweat with a towel. The old aunt who had wrapped the turban was feeding him water, and Yale asked quickly:

"What's up with him?"

The hooded aunt poured water into Thrall's mouth and sighed:

"It must be that he was not willing to cut off the cecum before, and he fell ill just after going to sea. How can he endure it for more than a month."

"Doctor! The doctor is here!"

The cabin door was kicked open suddenly, and the cold wind mixed with the smell of the sea blew into the bilge, making Yale shiver violently.

"Who is sick?"

The red-bearded sailor rushed in with a lame old man and asked while covering his face.

"It's him, I guess he has appendicitis."

"let me see."

As soon as the lame old man spoke, everyone obediently moved out of the way.

Red Beard supported the old man and squatted in front of Thrall, opened his eyelids, pinched his chin and glanced at the tongue coating, and finally poked his belly a few times, shaking his head and asserting:

"It's appendicitis. There are no conditions for surgery on the ship, so I can only hang it with medicine first, but there is still a month left, I'm afraid he won't be able to survive it."

"Then what should we do?" Someone in the crowd interjected.

Red Beard lifted the lame doctor and said disdainfully:

"What should I do? It's not good to count his fate. There are only two things you can do now. One is to smother him to death, to save him the pain. The second is to pray for him and slowly wait for him to be called by the Lord, or Witness miracles."

"Isn't it still possible to use drugs to suppress inflammation?" Yale asked with a frown.

"It's easy to say, do you know how expensive those drugs are? For us, that's a life saver. Do you poor **** pay the price?"

The red beard bared his rotten teeth, spread out his right palm, and looked at Yale provocatively.

"So, you just leave it alone? Let him die?"

Yale stared at the other party fiercely, and wanted to rush forward, but was secretly pulled by a hand at the front of his shirt.

"Boy, this dead ghost didn't want to spend money on surgery before, and it's his own disease. It's none of our business. Young people don't mind their own business."

"You bastard!"

Yale broke free from the hand that discouraged him, strode forward and grabbed the red beard's shirt, lifted the other party up, and slammed it on the bulkhead:

"So you don't take human life seriously?"

"I warn you, there are rules on the ship. If I move, I have to consider the consequences!"

Red Beard tried his best to break the opponent's hands, but found that the half-sized young man in front of him had amazing strength.

It seems that Redbeard's words had an effect, and Yale slowly let go of his hands, and the other party was able to stand on the floor again.

"It's your acquaintance."

Red Beard straightened his clothes with lingering fears, took the doctor with him, and left after reincarnation.

"Wait a minute, how much is that drug?"

"What did you say?"

Redbeard Slok didn't seem to hear clearly, looked at Yale suspiciously, and tentatively said:

"One ten Sol, take three at a time, at least once a day."

"It's a thousand sol. Until Thrace, the drug can't be stopped, is it okay?"

Yale took out a stack of banknotes from his arms and stuffed it into Red Beard's hands. He was not an idiot, and naturally he wouldn't let the other party sit on the ground and raise a price.

"This..." The red beard pointed at the moonlight, and his eyes suddenly lit up:

"As I said earlier, it's easy to do things with money, no problem, it's all on me!"

"No!" Thrall leaned back against the bulkhead and stood up with difficulty:

"Young man, I know you are kind, but you and I are just meeting each other for the first time. When you arrive in Thrace, there are so many people, you are not afraid of me running away? Besides, the cost of my daughter's side is getting bigger and bigger every year, so big A sum of money, what can I give you back. I have a cheap life, and if I lose it, it will be gone, but the money I owe you is still not enough, so how can I go to see God at ease.”

"Uncle Sal, you don't have to worry." Yale looked at him calmly:

"I'm Yale Bernstein, and this little money doesn't mean anything to me."