Black Iron’s Glory

Chapter 58 Secret Formulas

Claude is in a good mood today, like eating ice cream.

The wild chickens and rabbits he sold to Piedad at the old tavern over the past five days gave each of their four partners about three riazos a silver tall, almost a month of civilian income. So much so that Ericsson forgot his unfinished little fishing boat that he followed them every day to the woods, looking everywhere for bushes and a condom in the grass nest.

As Bok Al put it, the money is almost entirely for nothing. Just a few sets of vines, waiting the next day to pick up rabbits and wild chickens, you don't have to shoot with a firearm at all, even saving money on gunpowder guns and fire ropes.

Unfortunately, Pierre has bought enough, and he doesn't want rabbits and pheasants. And the Claude Four also felt very tired. Yesterday it took more than two hours to find a good place in the mountain forest, and rabbits and wild chickens in the hills and woods of the southern suburbs of town were rare, and the prey was not endless.

At breakfast in the morning, for whatever reason, Mr. Morsan began to nag again, recounting that his mother had bought Claude those new leather boots for only a dozen days.

Claude couldn't bear to pull out four riazos and photograph them on the table: “Okay, even if I bought these leather boots, it's none of my mother's business. I don't want to hear you accusing my mother of this anymore...”

Mr. Morsan never expected his second son to hit him so directly in the face, he could not speak for a moment, his face was blue and white, very embarrassed and angry stood there.

Claude whistled in his backpack and went to school happily.

Claude packed his bag and was ready to leave school at the end of the afternoon.

Bok Al grabbed him: “Where are you going, the equestrian training class ends this week, only the last three days of the course, we have to pay so much for the ride back...”

“Ride again tomorrow.” Claude said, "I have to go back to the southern suburbs of town. ”

“What are you doing there?” Bok Al stunned: “Didn't Pied say he was no longer buying rabbits and wild chickens? ”

“Let's see. Didn't we set up 20 or so series of traps yesterday? I didn't know there was any confiscation today. Even if Pierre doesn't take it, we can split it it up and bring it back. And I want to get rid of those condom traps, because we're not going that way anymore, and we can't leave those condom traps behind. If a rabbit wild chicken or something is cheap on the condom, I'm worried that someone will find out and learn how to set up this condom trap, then we won't have to mix...”

Well, Claude, that's still very thoughtful of you, removing those condom traps that are still there, allowing those rabbit wild chickens and all that happiness to breed and grow and grow. After a year and a half, when they were fat, they had to harvest a wave, and partners had to agree that Claude was very crisis conscious and had a long-term vision.

Imagine, those serial traps are simple, and no one would normally notice them without a prey. But as Claude said, what if there's a prey that can't escape and get picked up by someone else?

The prey is fine, just this serial set trap. Anyone can figure out the logic and setup method, and learn to set up this set trap and throw one to the east and two to the west. Soon the hunters in town will know, then the rabbit and wild chicken will no longer have anything to do with the four brothers...

“Shall I come with you?” Villicro asked.

Claude shook his head: “No, I'm just going to go for a walk today. It doesn't matter if there's anything to be gained. It's mainly about going over there and removing those still intact condom traps. It won't take long. After school, go to the docks. You haven't worked for Uncle Pegg in five days. If there's anything else to be gained, I'll take it to the pier and split it it up. ”

Claude went home first, went upstairs as usual to grab a flaming rope gun on his shoulder, took a backpack and packed his things, so he went downstairs to send a carriage to the southern suburbs of town, and when he went out, he saw his mother bring back a rattan basket, and little chubby jumped behind him.

This is troublesome, seeing Claude's little chubby pie happy, making a fuss about having to play rabbit with his brother, to say the least, Claude promised several unequal treaties before pacifying the little chubby.

Claude was just about to get up and sneak out, and I didn't expect her to yell at me again. Touching Claude's messy hair with a caress, Mother was concerned and said, "You should get a haircut too, your hair is so long and you can't take care of it. Do you want to keep a long hair with a ponytail like your brother's? ”

When Claude remembered that Albert left a long haired ponytail braid hanging behind his head, he thought it was chic and he felt like he wanted to throw up. She looks like a little white face, she's still thin and weak, and her back looks like a woman. In case you walk on the road in the middle of the night one day, you run into a drunk and rush to stop the traffic, the goods are accidentally treated as women by * *, but it gets lively...

I threw up the ponytail braid with the greatest malice. Claude shook his head quickly: “I don't want to leave long hair. I can't clean up the mess. I'm going to have a short haircut in a few days when the weather is hotter and it looks smoother. ”

“Well, a short haircut would be nice, and that would look more spiritual.” Mother nodded in favor: "That's right, Claude, you take this. ”

Looking at the silver taller that the mother handed over, Claude was a little furious. What do you mean, suddenly give me this silver taller? I'm not so bad at money...

“Don't blame your father...” Mother said: "He wasn't angry at you in the morning because of your leather boots, but he was going to do something a little wrong in the meantime, and he got angry at home because he was stuck in his heart. Actually, we're happy to spend it on your children. What's the point of wasting it?

You spent a lot of money on it, your father bought you a flash rope gun, and you had to pay for gunpowder ropes yourself, and you went to find someone to buy a rabbit and go home. I know very well that none of the rabbits you brought back these past few days were beaten by you because they didn't have any wounds... Claude, you are young, don't be angry with your father, he asked you to beat the rabbit home also wants you to fight a little, you don't have to buy the rabbit back every day for one of his words... ”

Claude couldn't help but laugh, and the rabbit she thought he brought home every day was bought outside. Think about it. Live well, no scars all over your body. The rabbit won't believe it if he says he caught it with a gun.

No wonder Mother would give him a silver taller. She photographed four riazos on the table in front of her father in the morning, and then went to school herself in an exasperated way. Mother thought she was beating up a fat face and paying out all the money around her...

“No, Mom, I have money.” Claude hastily put that silver tare back in his mother's hands: “I'm really rich. I caught the rabbit, set the trap, so there were no marks on him. Ask Boavillo Ike about it. They caught a lot of rabbits and wild chickens with me these past few days and sold them to Pied at the old tavern. If you don't believe me, ask Piedad, we each earned a silver talado, which is why I'm giving it back to my father this morning.

Besides, I didn't blame my father, he did it for my own good, and I know he didn't do it for those leather boots. But I don't think he should bring his temper home, even if things aren't going well out there. Doing things always happens, and you can't get fired up on your family because of a temporary mishap. Home is the harbour of every person, the home of every family member's heart, a peaceful and welcoming aspiration.

But, Father, he's angry at home, making everyone feel bad. He's the parent, the head of the family. He can't even bring joy and happiness to the family. What's the point of the existence of the family? Didn't he scare Anna and Little Booker into talking this morning? That's why I was so angry that I photographed the money on the table, I just didn't want him to use the pretext of those broken leather boots to make the family look carefully at his face every day, so he wouldn't be tired of living like that!

All right, Mom, you take the money back. I'm really rich. You don't have to worry about me. I've grown up knowing that I won't cause trouble at home. If you're free, buy Anna a new dress. The uniform she's wearing is the one I changed last year. It's old and faded a little. She's a girl and can't keep changing my little old clothes into women's clothes... OK, I'll go first, I won't say much. ”

I saw the driver driving them back to town the other day, and Claude hastily stopped talking to his mother and rushed over to ask her questions. He had just finished delivering the goods back to the farm south of town, so Claude climbed up and sat in the carriage, letting the driver take him to the southern suburbs of the town.

Mother looked at a silver tower in her hand and saw Claude climb onto the carriage and leave, turning around and pulling the kitchen door, Mr. Morsan standing behind the door with no expression on his face.

“Did you hear what your son said?” Mother said coldly, "Do you still want to teach him a lesson tonight? ”

Mr. Morsan pulled out the pipe with a bitter smile and shook his head as he shoved tobacco into the pipe: "No, he has more reason than I said, I don't know who's lecturing who now. I'll go to the old pub later and ask Pierre if the kid's actually sold him a lot of rabbits and wild chickens these past few days. Thanks to death, I ate at the old tavern at noon. The price of one roasted pheasant was three riasos and five sonars. I don't know how much this kid sold to Pied...”

Claude didn't know that Mr. Morsan was standing behind the kitchen door listening when he was talking to his mother, and that he was bragging with Chevy Regan.

Regan is a civilian and an employee of Baiyang Ridge Farm on the southern outskirts of the town, who routinely works in addition to farming to deliver farm produce to traders in those food markets in the town so that they can sell these fresh produce in a timely manner. So he had to go several times a day. Claude, they were all in his carriage back to town the other day at the expense of a rabbit.

“Why are you alone today?” Regan asked curiously.

“Something's wrong with them and they won't come again. We've run out of our secret prescription. I'm just going to go back and see if I've had any unconscious rabbits and wild chickens from the last couple of days, and if so, I'll send you another one when I get down the hill. ”

Claude, the way they caught so many rabbits and wild chickens the other day naturally caught Regan's attention. Regan was also curious to know why.

Claude claimed to have seen a secret formula in a drug book, so he tried it, soaked the wheat and beans in the recipe and dried them, then sprinkled them in the grass, and when those rabbits and wild chickens ate it, they would be anesthetized, and they couldn't move for 12 hours, so he caught so many prey.

At that time, Bok Al was very cooperative and exclaimed beside him. The recipe was good, and the rabbit and pheasant were intact after the effect. Unfortunately, it took three silver tallers to configure the recipe too expensive. Don't look at catching so many rabbit wild chickens, you may not be able to return the book is an unknown number.

Regan knew Bok Al and Eriksson, and knew that the famous rich generation in these two towns weren't bad guys, so he easily believed Claude's lies. He can only exclaim that people can't compare. If he had three silver tallers, he would only save them to marry his wife in the future, instead of spending money on such expensive prescription drugs to catch rabbits and wild chickens...