Chapter 21 Chapter 22 Passepartout realized that even if you go to the other side of the world, you'd better have some money in your pocket

At 6:30 p.m. on November 7th, the cruise ship Carnatic left Hong Kong and headed rapidly towards Japan. The ship was fully loaded with cargo and passengers, but there were two cabins empty in the back cabin.Those were the two rooms Mr. Phileas Fogg had reserved before sailing. The next morning, the passengers on the foredeck were very surprised to see a strange passenger: his eyes seemed to be dazed, he walked unsteadily, and his hair was messed up like a chicken coop.Climbing up from the second-class exit, the passenger staggered over and sat down on one of the spare masts.The traveler was none other than Passepartout.How did he get here?It turned out to be the case.

After Fix left the smokehouse, after a while, two fellows in the smokehouse lifted the sleepy young man and put him on the plank bed specially prepared for smokers.But after another three hours, Passepartout, who, despite his nightmare, was determined to catch the ship, awoke.He was struggling against the narcotic effects of the opium smoke, and his anxieties at unfinished tasks brought him out of stupor.He got up from the bed full of drunks and smokers. Although he staggered here and there, leaning against the wall, and fell and got up again and again, it seemed that there was always an instinct pushing him forward tenaciously. The smokehouse.At the same time he kept shouting dreamily: "The Carnatic! The Carnatic!"

Smoke was rising from the chimneys of the Carnatic, which was about to sail.Passepartout was but a few paces from the plank.At the moment when the ship was unmoored, he rushed up to the gangplank, scrambled across the entrance of the gangplank and passed out on the deck. Some sailors (who were accustomed to such passengers) came up and lifted the poor lad up with great fuss and carried him to a second-class cabin.Passepartout did not wake up until the next morning.At this time, the Carnatic was 150 nautical miles away from mainland China.Here, then, is Passepartout's sudden appearance on the deck of this ship this morning.He had come on deck to breathe some fresh air from the sea breeze.The fresh air woke him up.He began to concentrate on recalling yesterday's events.With great effort, he finally remembered, remembered the scenes of yesterday, remembered Fix's secret; remembered the smokehouse and all the circumstances at that time.

"Understood," he said to himself, "I'm clearly drunk, and very drunk! What will Mr. Fogg say? But I'm lucky I haven't missed the boat, and that's the most important thing." Then he thought of Fix again, and said: "This fellow, I wish we'd blow him off this time. He negotiated with me like that, and now he's afraid to go on this boat with us. He's a police officer, A detective after my master, and he said Mr. Fogg was robbing the Bank of England! Fuck him! To say Mr. Fogg is a thief is as much nonsense as to say I'm a murderer!"

Should Passepartout tell his master these things?Would it not be proper to inform Mr. Fogg now of Fix's part in the matter?Wouldn't it be better if I told Mr Fogg when he got to London.I told Mr. Fogg then that a Scotland Yard detective had followed him around the world, and that would have caused a lot of laughter.Yes, that's it.But this question, anyway, I still have to think about it carefully.The most important thing now is to go to Mr. Fogg first, admit to him that I have made a mistake, and ask him to forgive me. Passepartout then stood up.At this time, the sea was very stormy and the Carnatic shook violently.The good boy was still a little weak in his legs until now, but he managed to make it to the quarter deck.But no one on deck had a face like his master's or Lady Aouda's.

"Oh, by the way," said he, "Lady Aouda is still asleep, and as for Mr. Fogg, he must have found some whistlings, in his old fashion . . . " So Passepartout, speaking, went into the Carnatic's kitchen.But Mr Fogg was not there either.Passepartout had no choice but to go to the purser of the ship, and ask him the number of cabins where Mr. Phileas Fogg lived.But the purser replied that he knew of no traveler by that name. "I beg your pardon," persisted Passepartout, "Mr. Fogg is a gentleman, tall, calm-looking, not very fond of conversation, and accompanied by a young lady..."

"We have no young ladies on board at all," replied the purser. "Besides, if you don't believe it, here is the passenger list, you can check it yourself." Passepartout searched all over this passenger list... His master's name was missing.He seemed to be in a fog. At this moment, he suddenly remembered something. "Oh, bad luck! Is this the Carnatic?" cried Passepartout. "Yes!" replied the Purser. "Is it bound for Yokohama now?" "Not bad at all." It turned out that Passepartout had been worried that he had boarded the wrong boat.But he was indeed on the Carnatic, and his master was definitely not here.

At this time, he couldn't help but fell down on a single sofa.It was a bolt from the blue.Suddenly it dawned on him, he remembered that the Carnatic had sailed early; remembered that he should have informed his master and he hadn't!If Mr. Fogg and Mrs. Aouda missed the ship, it was entirely his fault. Yes, it was his fault.But more importantly, it was the fault of that villain Fix!In order to separate Mr. Fogg from him, and to keep Mr. Fogg in Hong Kong, Fix made Passepartout drunk, because he already knew the secret plot of the spy.Now Mr. Fogg must be ruined; he has lost his bet, and perhaps he has been arrested and put in prison... Passepartout was tearing his hair at the thought.Hey!If Fix should ever fall into his hands, it must be settled with him!

Passepartout was troubled for a while.He calmed down again, considering his current situation.The situation is not good!He is going to Japan now, of course he will definitely arrive in Japan, but what will he do when he arrives?He had nothing in his pocket, not a shilling not a penny!However, his meals and boat fare on board had already been paid in advance.So he had five or six days to think about it. It is impossible to describe how Passepartout ate and drank on board.He ate Lady Aouda's, Mr Fogg's, and his own.He ate as if the Japan he was going to was a barren land, a place where there was nothing to eat.

On November 13, the Carnatic sailed into the port of Yokohama during the early tide.Yokohama is an important port on the Pacific Ocean.All kinds of passenger and cargo ships traveling between North America, China, Japan and the Malaya Islands all stop here. Yokohama, like Edo (Tokyo's old name), is located in Tokyo Bay, and it is very close to the huge city of Edo, the second largest city in the Japanese Empire.The city was the seat of the former Maharaja.When this folk ruler Maharaja exists, Yokohama's authority can rival Edo's.In the great capital city of Edo lived the descendants of the gods, the holy emperors.

The Carnatic passed through countless ships flying the flags of various countries, and docked at the Yokohama pier near the port breakwater and customs warehouse. Passepartout disembarked listlessly and set foot on this strange land belonging to the descendants of the sun god. He had no other better way but to resign himself to fate and try his luck on the streets of the city. Passepartout first entered a completely European area.These houses have low facades, and in front of them is a corridor supported by a row of beautiful pillars close to the street.There are many streets, squares, docks, and warehouses throughout the area from Treaty Point to the High River.Here, like Hong Kong and Calcutta, businessmen of all nationalities are crowded everywhere, including Americans, British, Chinese, Dutch, and they buy and sell everything.Among these crowds, the French boy seemed to be in a place where the Hutantus in southeast Africa live.I feel that everything is new and everything is amazing. Passepartout would have had a way out, and he could have gone to the French or British consulates in Yokohama, but he was reluctant to tell his origin, because it was closely related to his master.So he has to find another opportunity, and he will not go to the consulate until the end of the river. He ran all over the European area of ​​Yokohama, but he didn't find any good opportunities that could be exploited, so he walked into the Japanese area of ​​Yokohama, and made up his mind to go to Edo if he had to. The area where Yokohama locals live is called Benten, and "Benten" is the name of the goddess of the sea enshrined by residents of nearby islands.Here, you can see the shady paths covered with green pines and cypresses; you can see the doors carved with strange statues; you can see the small bridge hidden in the bamboo forest and reeds; In the nunneries and temples under the shade of cedar trees, how many eminent monks and Confucian monks lived in the miserable years of fasting and vegetarianism. In the Biantian District, you can also see several long streets that can't be seen at a glance. You can meet groups of children everywhere, a few poodles with long hair and short legs, and some lazy, but very lovable dogs. The pale yellow tailless kittens were playing together.These children all have ruddy complexions, and their cheeks are like small ripe apples. They really look like handsome dolls dug out of those Japanese screens. The streets are full of people coming and going, among them are beating monotonous tambourines, practicing monks passing by in a line; some government officials; There are customs officials or police officers with Japanese swords, soldiers in blue and white cotton uniforms with front-loading guns on their backs, and emperor's imperial guards in tight silk jackets and armor.In addition, there are many, many soldiers of all ranks in the streets-for the degree to which the soldier is respected in Japan is as amazing as the degree in which the profession is despised in China.In addition to these people, there are begging monks, pilgrims in robes and ordinary residents on the street.All of these people have black and smooth hair, big heads, thin legs, long upper body, short stature, and different shades of skin color, the darkest is as dark as bronze, and the lightest is as dull as white powder, but there is absolutely no one. Yellow faces like the Chinese.This is the basic difference between Chinese and Japanese.In addition, sedan chairs, horses, packers, caravans, ancient lacquered sedan chairs, soft sedan chairs for two people and beds made of bamboo can be seen in the ranks of various vehicles.You can also see some Japanese women coming and going. Their feet are small and their steps are very small. Some of their feet are wearing cloth shoes, and some are wearing straw slippers or special wooden clogs.They don't look pretty, each of them has their headscarves hanging up the corners of their eyes, their chests are tightly bound like a flat plate, and their teeth are dyed black according to the fashionable style, but they look very unique in their national costume "kimono". "Kimono" is a long dress worn at home, with an intertwined ribbon, a wide waist scarf underneath, and a large flower knot in the back.The latest dress of Parisian women seems to have been learned from these Japanese women. Passepartout wandered for hours among these motley crowds, visiting the strange and magnificent shops in the streets; The Japanese restaurants with brightly colored flags hanging in front of them, but he had no money to go in; also looked at the teahouses, where people were drinking a fragrant, steaming fermented rice fermented rice brewing soup In addition, he also looked at the tobacco dens, where people were not smoking opium, but smoking a kind of fragrant tobacco, because there are almost no opium smokers in Japan. At this time, Passepartout had already arrived in the suburbs, and the surrounding fields were covered with endless rice fields. There were flowers of various colors here. They were showing their colors that were about to fade away, exuding their last fragrance. There were also blooming camellias, but this kind of camellias did not grow in They are not grown in small camellia bushes, but on large camellia trees.In the orchards, surrounded by bamboo fences, were cherry, plum, and apple trees.The local people plant these fruit trees not so much for selling fruit as for selling flowers.The orchard is equipped with strange-looking straw men and bird-repelling machines that keep making high-pitched noises to prevent sparrows, pigeons, crows and other voracious birds from pecking at the fruit.There is not a tall fir tree that does not have a giant eagle's nest.There is no weeping willow tree that does not look like a single-legged heron brooding in melancholy.There are birds, wild ducks, mountain eagles and wild geese everywhere here, and there are also many cranes. The Japanese regard cranes as divine birds, and believe that cranes are a symbol of longevity and wealth. While Passepartout was wandering in this way, he suddenly noticed some violets in the grass. "Brilliant!" said he, "that's my supper." But when he smelled it, he found that these violets had no fragrance at all. "What luck!" he said to himself. To tell the truth, the lad had had the foresight to eat as much as he could before leaving the Carnatic, but after running all day he felt that his stomach was as empty as hell.He noticed once that there was no goat, sheep or pork on the shelves of the local butcher shop.He knew that the cattle here could only be kept for plowing, and it was a crime to kill cattle.So he came to the conclusion: in Japan, meat is very little.He was right about this point, but it was all right, since there was no pork, beef, and mutton in the butcher shop, and his stomach was completely used to eating other meats, such as wild boar, venison, partridge, quail, and poultry. meat or fish etc.When the Japanese eat rice, they almost only use these meats as non-staple food.But Passepartout had to take a resigned attitude towards his current encounter, and as for the problem of prevarication, he had to postpone his consideration until tomorrow. The night has come.Passepartout returned to the Biantian area again.He strolled on the street, only to see colorful lanterns everywhere.He admired the astonishing feats of the entertainers and the astrologers who drew crowds of spectators to look at their telescopes in the clearing.At last Passepartout returned to the port again, and saw the fishing fires in the port, which were lit by the fishermen with resin, and they were luring the fish in the sea. The pedestrians on the street finally gradually decreased.As soon as the crowd disappeared, the police officers who were watching the night appeared. They were all dressed in beautiful uniforms, surrounded by a group of guards and patrols, just like ambassadors going abroad.Whenever Passepartout came across such an airy patrol, he joked: "Good! Not bad! Another Japanese mission to Europe."