Chapter 391 The Spread of the Epidemic (Part 2)

Washington, USA.

Just when President John Tyler decided to impose sanctions on those scum who wasted the rich land of America, the potato late blight bacteria had spread to the surrounding provinces.

In the following months, the bacteria swept across the United States like a plague. Fortunately, people here do not rely on potatoes as their staple food, so only a part of the people suffered losses.

In fact, as long as they do not plant in a gambler-like way that puts all their eggs in one basket, most people will not die.

In the end, John Tyler's presidential order ruined his reputation and became one of the handles for his opponents to attack him in the future.

And Mr. Steven, who had predicted all this long ago, was regarded as a madman before the disastrous potato late blight came, and was regarded as a wizard after the disastrous potato late blight.

(In traditional Western culture, wizards are considered evil.)

The windows of Steven Sipil's family were smashed, and two children were thrown cow dung on their way to school. He himself was beaten up by two drunkards, and someone even broke into his house to set fire.

"Jenna, I want to sell the house and go to the West." Steven thought for a long time and said.

"Is there really no other way?" Jenna's eyes were filled with tears. She obviously didn't want to leave her home at this time and go to the West.

When it comes to the American West, many people will think of magnificent, beautiful and desolate scenery. A thorny sand tumbled in the yellow sand next door. Leather boots, spurs, cowboy hats on their heads, and American style Iai was used when they disagreed.

(Spiny sand tumbleweed is the yellow spherical dead grass that often appears in cowboy movies.)

A group of people drove a caravan happily, with a blonde beauty on one side and a double-barreled shotgun on the other side to kill the Indians who appeared at any time.

The fertile land is full of gold. Even if you don't dig gold, you can become a super rich man by growing grain and raising cattle. Every day, apart from drinking and fighting, you just watch kick dancing.

If you think so, then the American beautification propaganda for more than two hundred years has not been in vain.

In fact, it is not easy to make a living in the West. It usually takes several months to travel through harsh environments such as mountains and deserts.

Water and food are the top priorities on the way. If you want to reach the West safely, these are not enough. You also need to hire a guide at a high price.

Of course, the premise is that the guide has real skills and is not in collusion with the bandits.

Wild beasts, rattlesnakes, heat, sandstorms, and tornadoes are very common, but you have to face them if you want to reach the West.

Then it is to choose a settlement site. You need to avoid areas where Indians, bandits and robbers often appear, and places where natural disasters may occur.

Reclaiming land is also a tiring job. It is common to kill half of your livestock in order to complete this work.

But it has to be admitted that the land in the United States is indeed rich. As long as the seeds are sown, it is difficult not to have a good harvest. Unless there is a particularly extreme disaster, it will definitely make up for the deficit.

However, the American West at this time is much more dangerous than in history. The bounty hunters hired by the French, Mexicans, Indians, and Austrians, as well as the bandits on the Great Plains are all very dangerous.

Let's get back to the story.

Steven stroked his wife's long hair and said gently.

"Bobby fired me, and the people here hate me. Without a job, I can't support you. Go to the West, we still have a chance."

Jenna took off her necklace, which was a relic left to her by her mother.

"What are you doing? This is your mother's relic!" Steven asked in surprise.

"Buy two guns, we will use them on the road." Jenna said with a firm look in her eyes.

Steven sighed, he knew that there was no point in arguing, and they really needed weapons to protect themselves.

"Go to bed early, there are still many things to do tomorrow."

"Good night, dear."

"Good night."

Queen Village, Ireland.

Scathach Jennings was wandering outside the village with her two younger brothers Mickey and Tommy, and the old dog at home. She hoped to pick up more firewood.

This way she could resist the cold, after all, her youngest sister Irene was only one year old.

However, Scathach didn't get much, and her two younger brothers were busy playing around. The old dog Hook caught an unlucky field mouse, so it looked like he could have an extra meal tonight.

Her eldest brother Patrit was always idle, and his favorite thing to attend was the "drinking party".

"Drinking parties" were not actually places for drinking, and there was no alcohol. They were a secret society, an illegal organization in the eyes of the British.

But almost every Irish family had members who had participated in them to some extent, and this was no secret among country bumpkins like them.

In fact, most Irish people hoped to end the British colonial rule, but their power was too weak.

The old people believed that knowledge was power, so they selected some people who "might have a promising future" to study. But some people who had read books, after knowing how powerful Britain was, persuaded the Irish not to resist, and even helped the British to harm their compatriots.

Scathach's father was very opposed to her eldest brother attending the drinking party, because it would not only delay farm work, but might even get into dangerous politics.

Scathach's father was very afraid of politics, saying that politics was "the culprit that made the night darker." She was not interested in the quarrel between her father and elder brother. What interested her most recently were the new priests who had come in recent years.

Although these priests come from several different countries, they can communicate in the same language. And just like groundhogs, they either dig cellars or tunnels every day, and hoard all the donations they receive.

Of course, the villagers' donations are not that much. After all, most of the Irish farmers cannot eat enough, and most of the landlords are not Irish, and even those who believe in them are Protestants.

These churches usually only receive potatoes and wild vegetables. Scathach still remembers the first time the new parish priest drank rapeseed soup with the children.

As soon as the soup entered his mouth, the priest's eyes widened, and he looked around, thinking that the children were playing a prank on him. But after seeing that the children had swallowed the soup, the priest took a deep breath and started to drink the soup. After repeating it several times, he finally showed everyone a smile that was uglier than crying.

And the mysterious donors who appear regularly will directly donate pounds or wheat, which is also the source of the Eucharist in the church. Of course, the nearby villagers are reluctant to let their children go to the church to receive the Eucharist, because after eating white bread, they will feel that the food at home is unpalatable.

At first, before these strange priests came, communion could only be received once a year. After they came, it became once a week, and later changed to once a month at the suggestion of the villagers.

These priests like to inquire about the situation here very much, and they will visit everywhere to draw maps, and even inquire about the situation of the British.

Scathach thought they were a group of spies, so she secretly asked the priest during confession, but was denied by the other party.

Her eldest brother Patrit denied this, because the priests inquired about some local customs, as well as the preferences and policies of the British.

Many people in the organization have found these priests and said that they are fighting to overthrow British rule, and no matter which Catholic country rules Ireland afterwards.

But these priests are very consistent, that is, they come only to save the world, not to provoke war.

In fact, these priests are not lying, because this is all instructed by Franz, he does not want or need these priests to know too much.