Chapter 769: Finding Hope

Franz didn't say anything, just listened to the Irishman's powerless struggle on the dock, and looked at the Englishman with a sneer on his lips.

The latter looked at the former, and Franz had no interest in such low-level provocation, and was even too lazy to respond.

But Bordeaux and his men would not give in, and soon a row of big men looked at the opposite side.

The Englishman was frightened by the group of big men who suddenly jumped out, and immediately changed his tone and lowered his head.

"Sir, if you have nothing else, I will leave first, my goods are coming."

"Goodbye."

Franz has long been accustomed to such things, and he doesn't think there is much problem with Bordeaux's behavior. After all, some people believe in strength, and it is easier to solve problems in a way they can understand.

Daniel O'Connell still stood on his horse and glared, watching the grain ships leave Ireland and head to the other side of the sea.

His heart was full of anger and unwillingness, because the grain should have been used to help the poor people who were affected by the disaster on the island of Ireland.

However, the reality is that due to the poor potato harvest this year, food prices in various countries have risen, with the largest increase in the UK.

This is naturally due to the contribution of those rich gentlemen. In fact, the agricultural harvest in the whole of Western Europe has not been very good in the past two years.

According to the prediction of British agricultural scientists, this situation may not improve in the next few years. So the demons and ghosts showed their abilities, major grain merchants began to stock up, bankers injected capital into them, and government officials also supported them.

The price of wheat quickly rose from 35 shillings per quarter at the beginning of 1844 to 61 shillings per quarter at the end of 1846.

A quarter is a quintal, which is one hundred kilograms.

However, even if the price of wheat did not rise, the Irish could not afford it. After all, the per capita income of the Irish in many areas was less than 5 pounds, and this number would continue to decline with the arrival of famine.

Note: The income here is not net income, so various taxes and rents need to be deducted.

Daniel O'Connell's speech was impassioned, but this accusation and accusation seemed very weak, and even a little ridiculous in the 19th century.

Franz was just curious about where the weapons he had sent to the island of Ireland had gone.

The reality made him helpless and indignant.

The weak were angry and drew their knives against the weaker ones. Most people did not choose to use violence to protect their own interests after getting weapons. This was definitely a progress of civilization in the eyes of human rights experts in later generations.

But they just didn't dare to use violence against the strong. They pointed their guns at their compatriots, the weaker ones who didn't have guns.

Franz himself didn't expect that he had accidentally opened a Pandora's box, and all kinds of demons and monsters were released, causing more human tragedies than in the original history.

Franz didn't know whether he was helping or doing evil. So he came in person, he wanted to take a look.

Franz got off the ship in Dublin and led the team all the way inland, refreshing his three views wherever he went.

Franz imagined that famine should be a land of bones in the wild and no roosters crowing for thousands of miles, but the reality is that on the one hand, bundles of golden wheat were loaded onto carts and driven to the port, and on the other hand, starving men and women were looking for the abandoned wheat ears and field mice on the road and in the fields.

The convoy passed a mother and daughter, their faces were tired and haggard, their cheeks were sunken, their eyes were empty and helpless, and their skin was as pale as a dead person, without the slightest luster.

The mother's hair was messy and even hardened into lumps. Her arms were shriveled, like wooden poles stuck to flesh and skin. Her nails were black. I don't know if she was injured or for other reasons. She was thin, and her dirty and tattered clothes swayed in the wind, exuding a smell of corruption.

The girl looked only six or seven years old. Her limbs were so thin that she could hardly stand. She could only grab the corner of her mother's clothes to move forward. Her hair was sparse and messy. She lowered her head and looked for something with her eyes blankly. There was no innocence that a child should have.

Every movement they made looked very slow and painful. Finally, one of the accompanying soldiers couldn't bear to see it and took off his dry food and threw it to them.

As a result, the poor mother and daughter were surrounded by others as soon as they got the dry food. As a result, not only did they not eat the food, but their teeth were also broken.

The soldier wanted to help, but there were too many people to squeeze in. When he saw the miserable state of the mother and daughter, he couldn't help crying.

At this time, the little girl with blood on her forehead came over, patted the soldier and comforted him.

The soldier's name was Hossen Fehr. He was born in a noble family in Hesse. Since he was twelve years old, he has participated in military training for eight hours every day, all year round.

Hossen Fehr felt that he was the most miserable and tired person, but until today he saw someone who had to do his best just to survive.

Colonel Podor was a little embarrassed, because Archduke Franz had already explained that he was not allowed to give alms randomly.

If he had to give alms, he had to get off the car and wait for the other party to finish the food before leaving.

Sergeant Hossenfeld obviously violated the Archduke's orders, nearly causing the tragic deaths of two innocent passers-by, and also caused the refugees to try to stop the convoy, disrupting the scheduled itinerary.

But on the other hand, before he came, he told his men that Archduke Franz was here to rescue people, and that the car was actually loaded with food.

The mother and daughter were indeed pitiful. If they didn't get food, they might be dead on the street tomorrow.

In addition to Archduke Franz, the Archbishop also came this time. He didn't know if punishing Sergeant Hossen Fehr would bring Franz some unnecessary trouble.

Franz opened the car window and looked at his aide-de-camp a little helplessly. It seemed that the latter did not have the ability to deal with such things.

"Please take them to Dr. Muller for treatment."

"Yes."

"Bordeaux, you stay. Let Silva go."

"Yes."

Silva was one of Bordeaux's deputies, the captain of the Royal Guard, but he was a major.

"Mr. Bordeaux, how are you going to deal with Mr. Fehr?"

Franz's tone was flat, which made Bordeaux a little confused. Hadn't he decided to help the victims?

Franz looked at the other party's surprised look and knew what the other party was thinking.

"Is there a conflict between saving people and dealing with people who made mistakes?"

"No!"

"What are you going to do?"

"Disobeying orders on the battlefield will result in death penalty!"

"Forget it this time, but it won't happen again next time."

"Yes."

As a result, Sergeant Hossen Fehr was whipped thirty times and sent back to his country.

In the carriage, Archbishop Rauscher, who had been drowsy all the time, finally opened his eyes and said.

"Archduke Franz, the weak are angry and draw their swords against the weaker. It seems that you have really released a great demon this time."

"No, Archbishop. It should be the cowardly who draws his sword against the weaker. The weak are not wrong, and they are still worth saving.

I believe that the last thing that will fly out of Pandora's box must be hope, but before that we have to defeat those 9999 demons first."