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Chapter 961(2/2)

Soon, Zheng Mang started vomiting while holding the bucket. The strong wind and waves made him almost vomit out his stomach.

I had vomited all the food I had eaten just after boarding the boat in the evening. Now, in addition to gall, I vomited sour water.

In comparison, the dogleg is much better. After all, he is a slave, born in a maritime merchant family, and has always been on sea ships several times. He can still withstand the wind and waves.

Unlike the young master, vomiting like this is simply a shame for maritime merchants.

However, the loser can only be confused in his heart and dare not say anything with his mouth. If Zheng Mang knew about it, God knows whether this tyrannical master would throw him into the sea.

Zheng Mang was a little unlucky. When the motor boat was going downwind, he could use the power of the sail to speed up the boat. But now it was winter and the wind was blowing hard.

When sailing against the wind, a motor-driven sailboat can only lower its sails and sail entirely on the power of the steam engine.

Although we are still marching tenaciously in the wind and waves, we cannot be too demanding on the speed.

It was hard to look forward to the morning when the sun would come out. Zheng Mang felt like he was about to die. His stomach was empty, but when he saw food, he still felt like vomiting.

But if you don't eat... the feeling of being hungry is really uncomfortable.

Gouzizi thoughtfully brought Zheng Mang some porridge and pickles commonly eaten by sailors on the sea.

White porridge with pickles, which Zheng Mang would despise as pig food in the past. Now, even with an empty stomach, Zheng Mang eats it very deliciously.

After eating, I feel better.

I was just about to go to the cabin to sleep, but I didn't expect another strong wind. The wind and waves on the sea suddenly intensified, and huge waves hit the deck of the ship directly.

The motorboat seemed to be shaking violently, and Zheng Mang, who had just eaten breakfast, spat out the porridge and pickles he had just eaten.

The sour smell in the cabin made people shed tears, but Zheng Mang no longer cared about his image at this time. He hugged the wooden bucket and kept vomiting.

Ono Erlang went to see Zheng Mang. He had no good solution for seasickness. He could only use the crew's trick to treat seasickness and take a sleeping pill.

The so-called mixed water pill is actually a kind of medicine that makes people sleep when taken.
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