Black Iron’s Glory

Chapter 68 Preparatory work

Now that we've decided to go for a walk on Lake Beringa this Sunday, we have two more days to prepare what to bring. Bok Al says it's only one day and we don't need to think about staying overnight, so we don't need to buy...

And then his words were interrupted by Ericsson: "Why not sail Saturday night, fishing directly on the lake and camping on the boat? Although small fishing boats are two metres shorter than other boats, four people can still stay. As long as it doesn't rain, we can even have a barbecue on board...”

Good idea! Verricolo was the first to agree, and Bok Al thought it would be nice to think that as long as the boat was safe, it would be safe. Now that summer is here, the weather starts to heat up, a lot of fishermen spend the night on the lake in small boats, and some people deliberately hire boats to do night fishing on the lake before returning to the pier in the morning. Luckily, one night fishing earns more than one fisherman does a hard day.

Claude was a little reluctant, and he didn't want to waste his time practicing meditation by going fishing at night on the lake. Though it's okay to break a day or two without practicing, Claude understands that logic and is skilled in diligence and absurdity.

Shit, it was a little late in the previous life to understand that, although the old people often said, they didn't care about it until two months before the college entrance exam. However, it was too late, and I didn't take the North Daqinghua exam. Remember when the class director once said to himself, unfortunately, you're not unwise, it's just a little too late to try. If you can get another 20 points, you can also go to those two universities...

No, how could I have thought of going to the exam university? It's too far away. After graduating from college for more than 10 years, I only crossed it... What was I trying to say?

Claude got his arm pulled back by Ericsson, and he just heard Ericsson announce, "Well, everyone agreed, then we're sailing on Saturday afternoon! ”

“Ah, when did I agree?” Claude said I didn't say yes.

“We asked you just now that you didn't say anything, that was acquiescence.” Eriksson replied with joy: “We are reasonable. Anyway, you don't have a problem with disagreement. Three to one, you are a minority. You have to obey the three of us because we are the majority...”

Claude had nothing to say but laugh. Forget it, just play with them for one night, they're all good friends, don't make a profit from practicing meditation.

Bok Al started discussing with Alexon what to prepare and buy.

Claude's reluctance to think of himself as unfortunate and unable to show it made everyone unhappy. So he volunteered that Saturday night's barbecue ingredients and Sunday's food and beverages were all packed by him, and no one had to pay for them from public funds. Let's say he's buying everyone a big meal.

After helping Claude out with that Sullivan gold coin in twelve gold crowns, Claude promised to treat everyone to a big meal. But the problem is, there's only one place in White Deer Town where you can actually eat, the old tavern. But that's where fathers often go. If Claude takes his friends out there for a bite, he promises to get another lesson from home. Seriously, maybe that money will be confiscated by Mr. Morsan.

Although Bok Al's father promised to keep Bok Al's secret, it was easy for Claude to show off with his friends to eat and drink in an old tavern. After all, the price of an old tavern was not cheap, and the price of a big meal was not less than one or two silver towers. Spending so much money eating and drinking there, no matter who the father is, it's hard to guarantee that Bok Al's father will tell Mr. Morsan the truth.

Twelve gold kroner equals 60 silver tallers equals 6,000 dollars, and in an age of only one or two hundred dollars a person's average monthly income, it is arguably a huge sum. This is Claude's personal wealth, equivalent to his father Mr. Morsan's salary for two years. It's just that when he doesn't have the money, he wants to play the Sullivan gold coin. But when he does, he realizes that he doesn't have what he wants to buy right now...

The partners also know that Claude has money now, and the offer is a perfect solution to the promise he made to invite you to a big meal. So he agreed, Claude waved very generously, picking the most expensive and best buy, man now not bad money...

It's just that the end result of picking ingredients is a little embarrassing for everyone, because in White Deer Town, the most expensive ingredient is aquaculture, four people are going to barbecue on board, and they want to catch some fish at night to barbecue directly, so this aquaculture can be cut off on the ingredients list.

Then there's meat, the families of four people are wealthy houses in town, not poor households who can eat meat once every three turns, so they don't have much greed for meat. Although some beef lamb was bought, the price was only three Doriazos, enough for four people to fill their stomachs. As for the grilled chicken wings that Ericsson had a mouthful of, they belonged to the usual pet food that no one could eat but feed the dog, and the five sonars bought a pile.

And finally, fruit and bread, White Deer itself produces fruit, and a big basket of blueberries uses only one rear cord, and even with the other melon plum apples, it doesn't cost much. But for the sake of freshness. It's best to go on a Saturday afternoon and save yourself time for early wear and tear. The same goes for bread, but first you have to talk to the bakery, pay a deposit, and then you can get your customized honey milk bread...

By the way, Claude found the price to be really cheap. So much food and barbecue ingredients came close to a silver taller, but Boquer bit his teeth and prepared to buy four bottles of blueberry fruit wine, one for a Riazo Sansonar. And the little barrel of rye that Villicro suggested buying to quench his thirst was only eight sounars, but the barrel required a deposit of Riazo, which was to be returned.

The wealthy Claude forgot one thing: his father, as White Deer Town Administrator, was paid only three silver talls a month, equivalent to only one riazo a day, and his mother ran the house, spending no more than five or six sonars a day on food. He spent a polysilver tower buying ingredients for one night and one day, which was luxurious and a loser.

After finishing the food list, Bok Al and Eriksson negotiated to buy some pieces of the boat, such as charcoal for the barbecue, fishing lines and hooks, and a skin lantern to attract fish when fishing at night. There's also gunpowder, guns and fire ropes that you bring with you. After lunch, the four men again crossed the wall behind the school and walked to the old Monk fishing gear and onboard supplies dealer in the Poor Pier area.

“I want ten units of standard general dry powder number two.” Claude said to Bockard, Bockard nodded his head, and now both of their Obash Type II flare guns are made with this type of powder that's twice as expensive as Standard Dry Powder One, well, that's the point that it's hard to tolerate something worse if it's good to use, and what the ancients say is, it's easy to indulge, it's difficult to indulge, that's probably the point.

But Claude thinks it's bullshit. If there's any good in it, if there's no good in human society, then how can society progress? It's because everybody wants to be good that they're motivated to think about how to improve the situation and how they can make good things work. It is in this unsatisfactory situation that human society moves one step towards civilization.

“Wait, Claude, I think we should buy two units of granular standard No. 3 matching powder? It is said that this will allow us to reach a range of up to 380 meters, the lake is wide open, we can try the gun without worrying about accidental injuries... ”

Claude also wanted to try the longest range of his gun, although this granular standard No. 3 with gunpowder costs five sonars a unit, but buying two units only takes one riazo, OK, Claude nodded: “Then buy two units. ”

Next to Verricolo's tears run, his old Gali Type 3 flash rope gun, can only use standard dry powder No. 1 matching powder, can't even use standard universal dry powder No. 2 powder, let alone granular standard No. 3 matching powder. If you force it to be used in his vintage fire rope gun, it is likely that there will be a huge bomb charge because the three gunpowders explode in the barrel with a very different pressure...

As for Eriksson, the interaction between the three men was ignored, and he was not going to take his short flaming rope gun to the boat anyway. His father, Captain Autroni, told him that, at sea, long-range fire relied on artillery and that a rope gun was useless even if it was no longer fired. And it's almost impossible or rare to stand in line and fire like on land, and within 50 meters of each other, the boats are already jumping together for a physical battle.

So it's really useless to fight between a boat and a boat on the ocean, especially since the boat has been moving and floating on the waves, making the hitting rate of the rope gun a joke. Even if you can't hit your opponent within 10 meters, it's perfectly normal. As long as the short flame rope gun in your hand fires, don't worry about hitting each other, and don't rush to put gunpowder on it. Pulling out the short knife first and picking up the axe and splitting it on the enemy is the only right option.

The last time I went on an adventure in Baiyuzhou, the only person who could hunt with this short was the old flame rope gun from Verricolo, which is why Ericsson brought this short to protect himself. And this shortcut didn't disappoint Ericsson, and without it, Claude might still die under the snake kiss of a python.

But what's planned now is to go to Lake Beringa, where there's no danger, and two new fire rope guns, Claude and Boquer, will suffice. The frustrated Villicro was no longer ready to take his Gali 3 vintage flare gun. Instead, he went to the reed bush by the lake to hit the water duck. The target was very agile, and with his vintage flare gun, he might not even have had a chance to get within 100 meters. Then he could borrow Bok Al's flare gun.

Once again, Claude stood in front of the three wooden plaid racks placed in that inner house in Wakuri, carefully detailing the messy items on it. First the entire plaid shelf was covered with mental force, then disappointed to discover that none of the items on it had any visibility.

Claude disappointed three times, and then he came back. Verricolo asked curiously, "I thought you were buying toys and accessories for your brother and sister again. I didn't expect you to come back so soon. Why, didn't you like it? ”

Claude nodded: "It's all old fashioned, just like the last one, there's really nothing interesting left. ”

Waqouri heard Claude and looked up and said, "I don't even have enough groceries left on my shelf. I hear there's another grocery store in the Glades, by the fat Julian. I'd like to call him up sometime and tell him to take all my three shelves and put them in too much space. ”

Julian who Claude doesn't know, but Erickson and Bockall obviously know who he is.

“Julian's back?“ Eriksson was a surprise.

“He's not leaving? Still running a grocery store at home?” Bok al asks Vakuri.

Wakuri nodded.

“Who's Julian?” Claude asked.

“Julian is a businessman, always walking around, walking around the streets with a hairy donkey selling groceries.” Bok Al said.

“Julian is an old good man.” He likes kids, he likes to drink, and he often tells stories to a bunch of kids at the pier, "said Eriksson. He walks a lot, he knows a lot, he tells a great story. Especially the malt sugar that he sells. It's delicious. I don't know if he still makes it...”

“Julian said he was going to Wangdu a few years ago, and I didn't expect him to come back..." Bok Al added.