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 ocean-going ships.

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 bad. 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.

The worst I can do is suffer for a night. When the energy of the time-travel bracelet is restored tomorrow, I can travel back and get some gold and silver as my ticket, and then I can consider changing to a better environment.

However, on this night, Zhou Ning's situation became not so good.

Perhaps because he drank too much sea water 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's appearance, I am afraid that the fever has exceeded 40 degrees. At this pace, are you afraid that he will 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 her 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 treatment?" 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 saying 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 have a bad heart and save everyone you see. Do you know that these medicines are going to be sent to the International Front?"

Zhang Shu didn't finish his words, and couldn't continue on the spot because he saw Zhou Ning, indeed Zhou Ning's breasts...

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?"

"The same to you?"

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

On this ship, I met those who traveled thousands of miles to die for their faith.

The two sides immediately had a topic of conversation and decided 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 a great war."

Song Ziyu sighed: "It won't take more than ten years."

In fact, at this time next year, Fusang Kingdom will 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? You might as well tell us." 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 Shuwen.

“Forget the country’s fortune!”

Song Ziyu said.

"I don't see that you can tell fortunes, then

Just 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."

"one year later?"

Bi Daowen said: "It can be seen that, unfortunately, our Yuxia land is rich and rich, but we are poor and weak. I am afraid that I will be annexed by the Fusang Kingdom."

Song Ziyu smiled and continued to raise one of his fingers and said with a smile: "Ten years later, the country of Fusang will be in pieces, and millions of Fusang women will go south to sell their butts."

"a ha ha ha!"

Zhang Shu also burst out laughing: "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 Shuwen.

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 fights whom?"

Bi Daowen asked.

"Is there any need to say it? 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 were shining with sharp light!

"Isn't this nonsense? The red flag will be planted all over the land of Yuxia Kingdom."

Song Ziyu smiled faintly.

"Hahaha! We are not alone."

Zhang Shu drank all the wine in one gulp, obviously very happy.

"Then what?"

Bi Daowen asked: "So what if we seize the world?"
Chapter completed!