Black Iron’s Glory

Chapter 39: Surprising the Town

“Are you sure that the grid was placed here?” Bok Al asked somewhat skeptically whether he was looking for the wrong place.

“It should be here...” Claude wasn't sure if it was this location. He just remembered that day when Alexon said it was more than four meters deep and threw the net down, and the surrounding scene really didn't pay much attention.

“I forgot...” Verricolo starred, he simply did.

Ericsson carefully measured the surroundings again, which is the definitive answer: “This is it, I remember correctly, everyone familiar with water life in front of the network will remember the location, I can't go wrong with that...”

“So, is it possible that someone might take it away?” Bok Al asks, if that's the case, it would be a huge loss, and this network of the Ericssons is worth at least a dozen silver tallers.

“I don't think so," Eriksson couldn't be sure either: "The buoy cylinder on the grid bears the logo of our Autrunnie family, and the people of White Deer Town knew it was ours. Moreover, the method of interlocking network ropes is also unique. It is used exclusively for sea nets. Others can quickly discover this network. Besides, the fishermen in Bai Lu Town know the rules. It's impossible to accept the nets put away by others...”

“Did you also say that there have been a lot of new recruits in Bai Lu Town over the past six months, some of them not very honest...” said Bok Al.

“There are some new fishermen who don't know the rules, but they don't have the nerve to collect our network. The town dock inspectors keep their eye on them the most closely, and if something is done, they will be heavily punished. You know we're still half way out of service in town this year, and those patrol tax officers and inspectors are counting on these people to fill the hole...”

Well, Eriksson is right, this year Bai Lu Town decided to renovate the east avenue and prepare to expand the town to the east again next year, just lacking the human and financial resources, so he put the idea to the servants, known as labor renovation. As long as the civilians in the town commit crimes, even the slightest mistake is a minimum of three months labor, so you can get a free labor force by providing just a little pig food and tools...

If someone takes the internet, then there's no place for him to do it. Once he's on the dock, they'll find him. It's the stores in town that collect black goods, and they don't want to spend money on the Ericsson network. It's easy to get into Captain O'Trunnie's ears. There's nothing good about selling it or collecting it...

“Let's look again, maybe it's just a long way off, or the ships that come and go take it somewhere else.” Villicro said.

“Impossible. There's a lead drop under the grid. How can it be so heavy? It's impossible to be taken away by the boat, as soon as the people on board find out..." Erickson muttered.

But half an hour later, almost there, we made a big circle and finally found the net.

“Strange, how did this network get here, it's already by the lake...” Alexander Bess couldn't figure it out.

This place, arguably already next to that stone outpost, is about a hundred metres from where the grid was released. If the red float on the net hadn't been noticeable on the surface, it wouldn't have been easy to see for a while.

As soon as I pulled the net, Vericulo frowned: "Why is it so heavy, it can't be the water grass at the bottom of the lake or something? ”

As the net was dragged onto the boat, Vericulo suddenly shouted with surprise: "There's fish, there's big fish! ”

There's really a big fish, only one, and it's dead.

However, this big fish is at least one meter and five long. It broke through one of the meshes of the net, but the mesh next to it covered the body, how can it not escape? Then it struggled for a long time, brought the net here, and finally tried its best to die...

After the fish was dragged onto the boat, Ericsson laughed: “It's a black tiger fish, such a big black tiger fish, haha, no one in town has ever caught such a big black tiger fish...”

Black tiger fish are also a specialty of Lake Beringa, which lives at the bottom of the lake, is extremely difficult to catch, has a deliciously smooth flesh and is a rare product of the fish. Moreover, the fish was grumpy and fierce, and soon after being caught by fishermen, it would die and could not be farmed.

This is another gift pack I picked up on my return trip. No one expected such a huge gain from dropping the net.

“Get some water in the pod, this black tiger fish will not be fresh on the deck so soon, put it in the water better, even if it's dead. We'll be at the pier in about two hours, and then we'll take it out and open those people's eyes.” Erickson frowned and laughed, probably imagining going back to the pier and putting the harvest out and blinding the audience.

Claude didn't have the heart to guess what the guys were thinking, and he decided to take a nap on the deck after helping to put the nets away and throw the black tiger in the water cabin. Last night he stayed up all night until now when he finally felt a little drowsy.

Not long after confusion, Claude was pushed back by Bock-All: "Claude, wake up, it's here. ”

I opened my eyes and saw the private pier of the Ericssons not far ahead, still standing on the pier with the owner of the fishing boat, Old Sonny, waving this way.

Ericsson was turning to the helm of the boat to shore the fishing boat, and Velikro was standing on the bow with a boat. Claude touched his face with his hands and sobered himself up before he found himself wearing a blanket.

Just getting up off the deck, Claude felt his legs softened and almost knelt on the deck again, hurrying to hold onto the boat's side to stabilize his body.

"How did you get here so soon?" ”

“Quick, you've been asleep for over two hours," said Erickson. "Vero said you stayed up all night last night, so let's not wake you up. Boa also put a blanket on you. ”

“Thanks, guys.” Claude beat the crap out of me again: “But why do I want to sleep so badly? ”

Villicro used the boat to support the stone wall of the pier, so that the small fishing boat could smoothly cross the hull and stick it on the pier, put the boat down, throw the rope from the bow to old Sonny on the pier, and look back and smile at Claude: "You were scared, and now the reaction is normal. I was wondering last night why you and the python didn't feel a little nervous after the fight.

When I went hunting with my father for the first time, I couldn't sleep all night scared after killing a little wolf with my own hands. I dreamed that the little wolf was covered in blood, and it took me two days to relax. You, too, killed the python, your whole spirit was hanging, and when you got to the boat, you relaxed, so you fell asleep in peace.

But you probably haven't slept enough, so the whole person feels tired and sleepy. Like my father went hunting, it took him a dozen hours to get up each time he came back. Why don't you go home and get some sleep, and we'll take care of things here. ”

Claude understood that this is the sense of security, and after fighting the python on the ground floor of the site yesterday afternoon, his whole spirit did, as Verricolo said, hang constantly, cautiously, ready to be attacked again. So last night I didn't want to sleep at all. To be honest, I just didn't feel safe. Until I got on the boat, my mind relaxed and I felt safe, so I fell asleep.

For the third time, Claude nodded, “Okay, I'll go home and get me a carriage. I now suspect that I would fall asleep on the road if I walked. ”

With his backpack up, Claude boarded the carriage and barely opened his eyes to reach the door. The wagon waited for Claude to get out of the car and drove off, and Alexon had already said hello and had the wagon pick up the money from him, just send Claude home.

Sleepy Claude and downstairs sister Angelina greeted each other casually, not noticing that she still had tears on her face, stumbled up the stairs, went back to her little attic and planted her head in bed. But he remembered to tuck his backpack under the bed, so he could go to sleep.

After a long time, Claude was reminded that it was his mother and little chubby who opened his eyes.

Little chubby had climbed into bed and was climbing towards Claude, who woke up and his mother was concerned, “Claude, what's wrong with you? Are you sick? ”

Shaking his head and hugging little chubby into his arms, despite his struggle, Claude smiled: "It's okay, I was up all night, I haven't slept all night, so I feel tired during the day. ”

Mother relieved: “Then come down and eat. Your father wants to talk to you. Besides, you guys go fishing together, why do you keep yourself up all night? Isn't that bullying? ”

Claude just shook his head with a smile and didn't want to explain anything to his mother, grabbing the little chubby pie in his arms and kissing him twice in the face, so he got up and was ready to go downstairs.

“I want my brother to hug me.” Little chubby said delicately.

“Okay, brother hugs, brother hugs.” Claude took the little chubby again and put it directly on his shoulder: “Let's go downstairs first. ”

Mother shouted in the back worried: “Watch the door, don't kowtow...”

Claude still knows that. He squatted down and walked past the door, teasing the little chubby.

All the way down the stairs, "Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom."

Mr. Morsan and Albert were sitting next to the table, but when they heard the dishwasher in the kitchen, Claude knew he was the last to have dinner again.

“Father, what can I do for you?” Claude sat down and pulled the white bread basket from the table and asked.

“Thanks to you, we had a wonderful dinner today.” Mr. Morsan said by removing the pipe.

That's when Claude found what he was familiar with on the table, dried mountain venison, boiled potatoes in the antelope leg bones, and fried python.

“Huh...” Claude was a little strange: “How come there's no black tiger fish meat? Didn't Boa send them? Impossible, such a big black tiger fish should be able to divide itself into a large section. Why not? Did you eat it all? ”

“Black tiger fish, huh?” Mr. Morsan replied: "Without the Black Tiger fish, your Black Tiger fish was bought at a high price by Tavern chef Pied. He wanted to buy the python and the mountain venison, but Boa refused. ”

“You, how do you know?” Claude was barely choked on bread.

“You went home and slept all afternoon, but didn't know your friends had blown the town apart. They put the skin of the great python they caught directly on the pier, and the water around the people they were going to watch didn't leak out, and the mountains were full of people, and it was really rare for a python this size.

And the deerskin, a big black tiger fish, I didn't think you'd get that much for fishing this holiday. The owners of several shops in town almost fought to buy your python and deerskin. Boa was quite capable, and had a price auction directly on the pier, and finally sold a high price.

And, by the way, all these dried mountain venison, antelope legs, and python meat, they're all from Vero, saying you got your share. It's just that I'm a little weird. You told me to go fishing. Did you guys catch all this growing up in the water? ”

Claude now understands why his father doesn't look so good, he says he's going fishing, he's actually going hunting, and his father thinks he's cheating on him.

“Sorry, Father, I was worried you wouldn't let me go, that's why I said go fishing. But we brought guns, and we were going to fish and hunt.” If you're wrong, Claude's attitude is quite sincere.

“Who brought the gun?” Mr. Morsan asked.

“Vero and Ike, all with their father's guns. In fact, I would love to have my own gun...”

Mr. Morsan did not speak any more, but tapped lightly on the table with his fingers, seemingly thinking about something. What made Claude wonder was why Albert didn't eat it today, as if he were mute, and usually his favorite was to jump out and scoff at Claude when his father taught him a lesson.

“Eat first, forget this time, no more making up excuses to cheat on your family...” Mr. Morsan let Claude go so easily and stood up and walked out.