Black Iron’s Glory

Chapter 240 is finally open.

Two days later, McJackie and Big Grimes returned with a pack of horses. The horse was loaded with goods and bought twenty barrels of rye alone. The happiest part is Marquette, who doesn't say anything else, first opened a big barrel of rye wine and had a good drink. By the time Claude got downstairs, the guy had filled in three glasses of rye, and he was a little confused.

“Twenty barrels of rye?” Claude said it wasn't enough. It was more than 20 days in the rainy season, and one barrel of rye a day divided over sixty people into just one and a half glasses a day, and couldn't make it to the end of the rainy season. It's a well-known common practice to get wet on rainy days and drink some wine to your soldiers to keep them cold, which is also what Claude does with his own pocketbag.

“Sir, we bought a total of 24 barrels, but when we passed through Blackstone Village, Chief Muried forcibly left four barrels of rye.” McJackie reported.

Well, forget there's another bastard over there. The geese pulled their hair. But Claude couldn't either, that bastard Muriel was his own dick, and taking advantage of his boss had become a habit. Whoever calls Claude rich and bold knows that Claude has money, which is cheap and doesn't take up...

“Somebody, lock this bastard up in his own house and don't let him out without my orders. He will not be allowed a drink for the next three days. Deduct whoever gives him a drink.” Claude kicked and kicked Marquette, who was already drunk. That's the amount of alcohol, and he was addicted to alcohol, huh...

Two soldiers dragged Markzi up to his room and locked the door from the outside when he came out.

“Gemmy, go find some planks and nail his room window outside before this bastard climbs out to steal wine and drink.” Claude gave a second order.

“Aye, sir.” Big Gummy went to the boards, hammers and nails.

“Ask someone to move all this rye into the warehouse, so everyone can have a big drink today. Mike, you register, and you're in charge of distributing the wine later. ”

“Yes, sir.” Michael replied and reported, "Sir, we also bought fifteen cases of Gandhi, one case of twelve bottles. ”

Oh, this is good, dehumidifying the body is best for this spirits, just one small glass a day for everyone. And while the spirits are of inferior quality, the soldiers love them, most importantly because they are inexpensive, and a case is about twice as expensive as a barrel of rye.

“Okay, you move this gin into your room and keep it with you and Gemmy until the late rainy season.” Claude said, "What else did you buy? ”

“A lot, I hired three just for the Horse Squad.” McJackie reported: “There are rumours in town that after the army of the Principality of Rimodra has called back, because the shortage of goods will strike white bars to collect merchants' goods, most merchants are selling their goods at very cheap prices, I seem to have bought some useful ones, I have spent all seven of my dozen kroner, and now the shipping cost of the Horse Squad has not been paid...”

“Got it. There's a pocket in my office drawer. Here's the key. You take the money from the pocket and pay for the Horse Squad.” Claude pulled a string of keys from his side and threw them to McJackie, commanding the soldiers to unload the purchased items from the horses and to separate the purchased items from those sent by the battalion headquarters and place them in the warehouse separately.

Early the next morning, Claude was woken up by the noise of this guy, Markie, who was loudly threatening two commuters living in the Grocery Room on the ground floor to open the door while knocking on the door and making a loud noise.

“Marky, you bastard, one more noise and you're grounded for another day.” Claude went downstairs in a bad mood: "That's all the alcohol and the face said he was addicted to alcohol. Three glasses of rye and you fell down. Things don't run out knowing to steal alcohol and drink, and you still don't have a sergeant like that. Are you unhappy that so many soldiers are watching and you're drunk and locked up for three days? That's my order. What are you mad at them for? ”

Mark became honest all of a sudden, and he understood that Claude paid for all that rye, and now that he had no money, he had no choice but to please Claude if he wanted to drink: "Sir, it was my fault, since it was your order, I would obey. Three days. Three days. I'm not going out. ”

Claude went to the kitchen to prepare his own food, and a soldier came in outside: "Report sir, the village chief from Squirrel Village has arrived, saying you let him come. ”

The old man had seen that crowd of ponies come last night, and it was only early in the morning that he came farting around to try to change something.

“Let him in.” Claude said, then yelled Mike downstairs.

Tell McJackie about the exchange with the village elders and the villagers for the mountain goods and let him handle it. He happened to have just returned from the town where the battalion headquarters were located, purchased a large quantity of goods, knew the price of mountain goods well, and let him handle the guarantee that he would not lose money.

I boiled a large pot of noodle lake with flour I had just purchased yesterday, beat a few eggs into it, spooned two large bowls, ate one bowl myself, served one bowl to a locked Marquette, and handed over the remaining half of the pot to Big Gummy and Mike. Anyway, there's a big grammy in there, so don't worry about what's left to eat.

“Still, sir, what you cook with your own hands is delicious, even if it's pasty.” Markie drank a big bite of pasta, and a quick hand was a butt: “But I don't understand why you had to pay for what you bought in exchange for mountain goods with the villagers. All they have is dried mushrooms, herbs. ”

Claude whispered to him, “Do you think my money fell from the sky? I don't withhold my salary, I don't corrupt my supplies, I just use my current convenience to make a little extra money. These mountain goods don't look very valuable to you, it's here, and if they're shipped to a big city, they're at least two or three times as expensive. When the rainy season passes, I'll ship the collected mountain goods to town and sell them for at least twice the price, which is equivalent to what I've earned for this purchase, okay? It's called a way of doing business. ”

Mark was a little confused: "Scripture, way of doing business? You mean these mountains are worth something? But why don't these villagers take it to town and sell it themselves? ”

“And you don't understand either. For the villagers, they don't have a lot of these mountain goods themselves. It's not good for them to walk to town for two or three days to sell them. A small quantity does not sell the price, it is only those small grocery stores that push the purchase price very low and then resell it to the big firms when the acquisition is too high to earn a fortune.

I'm trading supplies for mountain goods, and that's what those little grocery stores do. For the villagers, they and I traded very well, eliminating the cost of traveling and traveling for days, and I gave them the same price as those little grocery stores, they exchanged supplies directly, and they avoided the worry of buying something in the grocery store and skinning it off by the owners.

For me, I didn't lose anything. A villager doesn't have a lot of mountain goods in his hand, but the whole village has so many households together, it's not a small number. And the news is that the villagers of Blackstone Village will come back tomorrow to exchange supplies, believe it or not. When the rainy season passes, these mountain goods in my hand will be large enough to cover the cost of purchasing them, and even make some money. ”Claude didn't have to hide his intentions, because he told everyone that they didn't have the money to do it, not to mention that Claude had already purchased so much material.

Finished the pasta and locked Marky back in his own house, who was figuring out how to run the business. Claude decided to go up to the mountain to see the young wizard and bring her some useful supplies.

Just getting inside the warehouse, Claude suddenly realized that he needed too much, and thinking of that cold, sour den, Claude looked at this and thought she would use it, and looked at that and thought she needed it. In the middle of the day, thinking that the rainy season was coming up, Claude decided to bring her something that would be used in the rainy season first, and then wait for the rainy season to pass.

With a big bag on his back, Claude left the cantonment camp and walked up the hill. This will crowd most villagers in Squirrel Village in the camp's warehouse, bargaining with their own mountain goods and Mike in exchange for what they need.

From the trail behind Squirrel Village, the mountain was much faster, and it took Claude just over two hours to reach the woods where the young wizard was. After a probe, avoiding the institutional trap of the dark magic imprint, Claude easily entered the deep woods and came to the open space.

The growl of the familiar big black wolf sounded, but this time the big black wolf was kind of intelligent, self-aware that he was not Claude's opponent, although he growled, but hid behind the girl magician, did not jump.

The young wizard still wore her clothes like a sack sewn in all sorts of furs, watching Claude approach, not escape, not speak, but stared coldly at Claude, full of hostility and vigilance.

Claude found out she didn't have a spear in her hand, but held on tight to that gaping spear head, and there was a ripped little squirrel on the ground, which she should have caught in the morning. Look, it's noon, it should be lunch.

“Hey, here I go again.” Claude said hello to her and she ignored Claude.

“You eat this at noon?” Claude frowned: "Didn't I give you a lot of food the other day? You threw it away? ”

The maiden magician did not reply, but merely pointed to her own den.

Claude dropped his big bag and used to push the shack's broken wooden door open, but saw all the food he had left on the table.

Why don't you eat this food? Claude was just about to ask, suddenly remembered that the rainy season was coming. The young magician kept these foods as obvious stockpiles, and she couldn't go out to find food on a rainy day...

Back next to the big bag, Claude opened the package: "Luckily I'm here in time, I'll get you some good food at noon. ”

“This is a bag of flour, it should be enough for you to eat during the rainy season, and water can make dough, fermentation can be baked into bread, or roasted wheat cakes...”

“This is salt, this large cartridge is enough for six months. This is a powdered spice, which is better to roast on the meat, this is butter and can fry the steak. By the way, I also brought you a frying pan and stew pot where you can cook or soup. These are the tableware, I brought you some from the last time I saw you. These are water glasses and spoons. Better drink boiling water, don't drink raw water. Drinking too much raw water can make your stomach ache easily long bugs...”

“By the way, these are the clothes I brought you, these underwear are fine linen and comfortable on your body. But I'm sorry, I'm all male, and this is already the smallest, so if you think it's too big, change it yourself. And this comb, you can comb your hair, this is soap, you can take a bath in the sink later, you can apply this to your body, it will be clean. This is soap, wash clothes, although you can also take a bath, but it is rough and will make your skin uncomfortable. This is toothpaste and toothbrush, for brushing teeth..."

Claude made a toothbrushing move, unfortunately the young wizard just looked at him cold, silent, silent.

Not funny, Claude had to take out the last thing in the bag: “This is honey bread, my men brought it from town yesterday, and there's raisins in it. It's delicious. Try it. You have to eat this sooner. You can only put it on for five days, or it will get moldy. And this, man, this is for you, fresh sheepshoe, take it and eat it. ”

Claude threw the goatshoe in his hand at the big black wolf, but the big black wolf sniffed his head and didn't bite.

The maiden magician picked up the goatshoe, brought the fire basin over, and put the goatshoe on top of it and baked it.

“Hey, this is for this big black wolf...” Claude said.

The young wizard turned her head and looked angrily at Claude, finally speaking, and the voice was crisp and moving: “The black wind never eats raw! ”

“Turns out you're not mute...” Claude stunned, tongue-in-cheek.

“You're the dumb one!” The Junior Mage turned around and ignored Claude.

“Oh, here, this big black wolf is called Black Wind, good, good name...” In the unceasing surprise of Claude, the young wizard finally spoke, as long as she could talk, because that would allow for good communication.

It's hard to meet a younger magician in the field during her military career. I'm really curious about Claude living alone in the mountains...