"Captain, I don't see that those Irish are really rich! One by one, you can knock out so many. A gendarme said to the captain of the gendarmerie. He said, squinting his eyes at Jarvis.

"That's it, it's enough for our whole village to go out to eat." Another gendarme also said with his tongue licking his lips.

"Huck, you're really unproductive." The captain of the gendarmerie said, "What does it mean that those fellows were casually blackmailed by us and could come up with fifteen or sixteen pounds, and they were still gold coins?" ”

As he spoke, the captain of the gendarmerie took out a one-pound gold coin and threw it in the air. The coin tumbled up in the air, then fell again, and a ray of sunlight shining through the hole in the sail shone on the untumbling coin.

A pound of gold in this era weighed about eight grams, and of course for purity, real gold was about a little over seven grams. For the average worker, the monthly income is only about three pounds. In the case of a female worker, the income may not even be two pounds a month, and in the case of child labor, it may be only one pound. Of course, the gendarmes were paid a higher salary, one pound per week, and if the war allowance was added, the weekly salary was a little five pounds. That's six pounds a month – that's already middle-class income.

Of course, this is only theoretical income, because the economic situation is not good, and even the authentic British army is now beginning to be in arrears.

"What does it mean?" Huck didn't understand what the captain meant.

"You know what? The Duke of Norfolk had a golden retriever. "I saw him go out hunting with this dog, and he shot down a wild duck, and then the dog ran over and helped him get the wild duck back, and the dog was docile and beautiful, and he was better than Robson's stupid dog who chased the cat when he saw it." ”

When they talked about Robson's stupid dog, they all laughed.

"Then I went to a friend of mine at a pet store in London. There, I saw an almost identical dog. I was intrigued and asked my friend about the price of the dog. Guess how much such a hound costs? The captain asked.

"How much?" Huck said.

"Guess!"

"Fifty pounds? Captain Smith, did I guess right? Another gendarme said.

"You dirt buns who have never seen the world!" Captain Smith said, "The selling price alone is about four hundred and fifty pounds, and with the cost of professional training, it costs about two hundred pounds." Hehe, a lot of money, right? But for the rich, it's just money to buy a dog. If you think about it again, these guys can casually take out fifteen or sixteen pounds, what does that mean? ”

"Ah, Captain, I see!" A gendarme suddenly realized. After speaking, he suddenly realized if his voice was a little too loud, and quickly lowered his voice, and covered his mouth with his hand, while squinting his eyes and glancing at Jarvis and them.

"Captain!" He lowered his voice and said, "You're saying these guys are rich, so they don't care about that little money?" ”

"Leonard, you've finally got the hang of it." Captain Smith also lowered his voice.

"But all their money is on them?" Leonard asked again.

"Who knows." Captain Smith said, "But look at that guy, do you see his belt?" His belt was thick and sunk against his waist. There's probably something wrong with that. You see him, he got wet in the sea, and the guy took off his shirt and spread it aside, but he didn't take off his pants, so that we wouldn't see the problem with the belt. You're looking at that guy. He took off his shirt and trousers, but he refused to take off a pair of leather shoes. If you look at the way he walks, there is probably something wrong with the shoes. And ......"

As Captain Smith pointed out what was wrong with those people one by one, everyone's eyes turned yellow, as if there were countless gold coins shining inside.

"Captain, or we ......," said another gendarme, in a low voice. His voice was as low as a hyena whimpering in the middle of the night, and his eyes shone with a grasping light.

"yes, it's all our people on the ship anyway, and no one knows they're on our ship."

"The crew knows." It was said.

"Who wants to get in trouble for a few Irishmen as long as they give them a hush money?"

The more they spoke, the lower their voices became, and the light in their eyes became more and more vicious.

But Jarvis didn't notice this, he took off his wet shirt and spread it on a wooden barrel, waiting for the sun and the sea breeze to dry it. His pants were wet, too, but he had to continue wearing them, considering that taking them off might draw attention to the secrets in his belt. Fortunately, the gold coins in the belt are not afraid of soaking in water, and the title deeds of the real estate in the belt are also wrapped in oiled paper produced from the Rhine Union, which is also waterproof.

The wet pants were naturally uncomfortable to wear, but away from the war in Ireland, I finally got on the ...... for spring Ah, it was a ship bound for Britain, but Jarvis's heart was full of happiness. In his belt was money, a full 10 kilograms of gold coins, and several estates.

"When you arrive in Britain, you can live a good life with peace of mind." Jarvis thought so, and only felt that the sky was so blue, the sun was so warm, and the sea breeze was so gentle...... Then he remembered the house he had bought in Britain.

"I have a house, facing the sea, and the spring flowers are bloom......ing," Jarvis was about to overflow with happiness in his heart, and he almost wanted to cheer, and tell the lightning of happiness to him, to everyone.

Like Jarvis, the other "hardcore lovers" are also immersed in the happiness of not dying after the catastrophe, and they are also looking forward to a happy life in the future. They also, like Jarvis, exchanged the blood of their countrymen for a great deal of money, much more than Judas Iscariot; In the same way, with the money they bought property in Britain, it was much larger than the field of blood in Judas Iscariot.

Now these fellows were lazily basking in the sun on the deck, blowing in the sea breeze, but they did not hear the ominous cry of blood coming from their gold.

While Jarvis was looking forward to the future, the gendarmes on the ship were communicating with each other. The ship was not large, and now it had a dozen sailors, more than thirty gendarmes, and eight "hardcore lovers", which were crammed to the brim.

Soon the gendarmes knew the news that these "hardcore traitors" were big fat sheep. The gendarmes consulted and felt that this was God's concern for them. As the saying goes, "Do not refuse what God has given you." Once God's good intentions are rejected, it is possible, no, that there will be bad results. So everyone's opinions quickly unified. Then the sailors joined in, and they expressed their willingness to accept God's good intentions.

So, it's really good to have a religious belief. Because no matter what you do, you can put the blame on the gods.

"Captain, let's do it!" Leonard was impatient, so he always said that.

"Don't worry, they won't be able to run anyway." "But they must have their belongings with them, and they're all on deck, and if we do that and they jump into the sea, if we don't catch them, won't we lose money?" So we're going to have to find a way to get them all down to the cabin, and then we'll them in the cabin to make sure we get the money! ”

"We used to only allow them on deck, but now we let them down, they have money on them, and most of them will be suspicious." "Why don't I declare that the boat is leaking and that I need everyone's help, and then I can take them off the ship." Then control them, get the money, and dispose of them. ”

This suggestion was unanimously supported, and the matter was decided. By the afternoon, the sun had turned to the west, and the ships in the retreating fleet were faster than the old ship, so that by this time there was only one lonely ship on the vast sea.

By this time, Jarvis's clothes and pants were dry. It's just a piece of salt with white flowers on it, and it's not too comfortable to wear. However, this is nothing compared to the happiness that is to come.

At this time, a sweaty gendarme came up from below the deck, and as soon as he was half exposed, he shouted. All come down, all come down and help...... This broken boat is leaking! Damn it, all come down and help, and you damn Irish! Get out of here!

Since it was Taijun's order, of course the "hardcore traitors" had to obey it. Several "hardcore lovers" did not suspect him, and followed them all into the cabin. Compared to the outside, the inside of the cabin was quite dark, and those who had just gone down could hardly see anything.

In the darkness, a hand grabbed Jarvis's wrist. Jarvis thought the man was worried that he was going to fall, so he reached out and took him. So although the other party may not be able to see clearly in the dark, he still showed a smile to others and said thank you.

However, the man didn't care about that, and grabbed his hand and twisted it violently, twisting his hand to his back. The other man also pounced, twisted his other hand, and then the two of them worked together to press him to the ground.

"Sir, sir, I'm my own people, my own people!" With a fluke mentality, Jarvis shouted. But the man who held him down, paid no attention, and reached up to his waist with both hands, unfastened his belt, and then pulled it out.