The fluffy burlap bag untied the tie on the seal, and the two union members with big shoulders and round waists lifted it vigorously and shook it forward, and the bundles of woolen coats inside slid down to the ground covered with dozens of cowhides.

A woman, who was becoming more and more skilled in gestures, took off the short knife pinned to her waist, cut the double-strand twine on the outside with a bang, and spread out the tweed coat one by one, carefully examining it inside and out.

She can tolerate the footprints stained with mud, and she can slap them twice to clean them temporarily, and scrape the discolored blood and sweat stains back and forth with a short knife a few times, I believe it should not be a problem.

What is difficult for them to accept is that the coats are wrapped in all kinds of garbage, perhaps because the goods come from the prisons, and the prisoners who work to pay for their labor are not paid or receive only a small portion, so the production of ready-to-wear clothes is often perfunctory.

Fortunately, the total number of woolen coats from the Fox River Prison was not much, only one hundred and fifty large sacks, a total of three thousand pieces, and more than a hundred women who could be counted as skilled hands, each of them was divided into thirty pieces on average, and their eyes passed in the blink of an eye.

As for a smuggler who privately lightened the burden on the tax collector of Eastwood and stuffed all the saved tax money into his own pocket, the spokesman of the House of Representatives of the City Hall, in order to get on the door of Aldrich Triss, without the urging of Anse Claire, used his contacts in the factory district to send all the tailors in the city blocks that could be collected into a textile factory, and cut the stockpiled woolen into pieces of cloth of the right size using the open space and ready-made machines.

Dozens of manual sewing machines were neatly arranged, the crankshafts were hung with hydraulic transmission rods, and the sound of stitches poking and pricking reciprocating motion, although small and inaudible, shook the ears when they were connected.

Sandru Walker's eyes lit up when he saw this scene, and he discovered a lucrative new trade, using tailors from master to apprentice to build a large garment workshop with more than 100 machines.

Unfortunately, he found out a little late, Aldrich Triss had already done this on his estate, in order to arrange for the families of the full-time hired workers in the munitions factory who had signed a dead contract, otherwise he would not have eaten the order of 50,000 woolen coats so easily.

However, in order to take care of his friends' interests, and to maintain the family's basic position in the two houses of the town hall, Aldrich Triss generously offered half of the share and profits, which the greedy hyenas competed for.

"Make sure they all have meat to eat, but they're always half-starved and half-hungry at all times. Hounds are overfed and usually content with the status quo and lose their aggressiveness, and if they are not fed all the time, I fear they will backfire. ”

In the old house of the Tris family, a sub-tower dedicated to knights practicing martial arts, Aldrich Triss squats with a normal face carrying a log of hugging the thickness of the body, which is still in a normal state.

After a few squatting attempts, Ian McCallane had to use his strength-growing knightly skills, the key being that the logs were heavier than they would normally be when they were exercising, which made him admire the former Grand Master.

"The physical foundation is so solid, it's no wonder that he can integrate the knightly skills of the six major body systems and become a rare knight with the title of martial arts. ”

Maintaining a regular rhythm of breathing took most of the attention of the quartermaster of the Duchy of Maryland, who feared that his breath would be disturbed as soon as he opened his mouth, and that he would lose five times more strength than ordinary people, and if he was crushed by the training equipment, he would lose face in front of Aldrich Tris.

Without any response, he glanced sideways at where Ian McCallane was, and with all his strength, Aldrich Tris, who was in charge of entertaining guests from afar, secretly reassessed his friend's strength, and gently put down the training log, which weighed nearly 800 pounds.

"That's the end of the training to refine our strength, let's move on to the next one. ”

Ian McCallane breathed a sigh of relief, and the rhythm of his breathing was immediately disorganized, and he suddenly found that the log on his shoulders was extremely heavy, his face instantly turned red, and the green tendons in the corners of his forehead burst out.

Aldrich Triss immediately stepped forward, stretched out his hands to support the bottom of the log, and simply took it and hugged it in his arms, "I'm very sorry! This log is soaked in water, and it is estimated that it weighs more than a ton, and even I have some difficulty." ”

Proper words, gently uncovering the accident that had almost happened just now, Ian McCallane, who was also a wise man, instantly understood the kindness of the Grand Master, and watched him slowly put down the log, panting, and felt that he did not seem to be cheating.

"Could it really be my bad luck to pick a heavier log that makes it so hard to do squat training!"

The quartermaster of the Duchy of Maryland was still thinking about what had just happened, and Aldrich Triz led Ian McCallane to the southwest corner of the room, a potholed steel bust.

"According to your letter, the Southern Duchy also has new weapons similar to arcane muskets, and they are filled with refined high-purity negative energy, which is quite good, right?"

Ian McCallane nodded slightly, "That's right, but their weapons have a slightly inferior range, not as good as the multiple damage of high temperature, explosion, splash, etc., after the fire missile hits the target. ”

Aldrich Tris bent down and picked up a few stone chips from the broken tiles, "New weapons that use elemental energy will be proliferated, and as the intensity of war increases, the source may be depleted again. I think we should get rid of the influence of the elements in advance and use a rapid-fire burst steam crossbow, or a flintlock pistol with pig iron bullets!"

"The range of crossbow arrows has not kept up with the times...... Well, it can't be said to be completely eliminated, maybe when performing secret infiltration missions on some occasions, the advantages of silence still have some value. As for the flintlock pistol, which was filled with fire powder and bullets, it was also considered a means of supplementing fire coverage. ”

"I believe there is still room for improvement! There is also a key point that must be mentioned, the three-stage shooting was originally a tactic used by flintlock arrays. Of course, all of this is the credit of the mage Taling, and calculating the delay gap for loading fire powder and bullets is at least not bad in the battle of Moon Island. ”

"Captain Tris, I'm a little moved by what you said......! Such...... Do you think it's feasible?"

Aldrich Triss pondered for a moment, then nodded in agreement, anyway, it's all business, how can selling military coats to keep out the cold be compared with selling weapons directly.

"Eight hundred flintlock pistols, 100,000 pig iron bullets, and 500 standard barrels of corresponding ammunition should be able to support a sniper battle of medium intensity. Weapons and ammunition are packed and delivered to the Principality of Maryland with woolen coats, unloaded on your family territory on the way, and out of friendship with friends, ten boxes of easily damaged parts are included......"

"The private soldiers of the McCarren family, the array should not be taught, the key is to let them learn daily maintenance, disassembly and assembly, and accurate shooting of fixed and moving targets...... It's the time of the elemental tide, and the average flintlock team is a bit dangerous, so they need to have at least one protector caster. ”

"Fortifying potions for leather armor, rust prevention potions for weapon maintenance, waterproof and moisture-proof bullet belts, fire pill bags, and bits and pieces of kits are added up...... For the sake of friends, I will give you a very reasonable factory price, 16,000 gold coins!"

Ian McCallane's eyes widened: "What! It costs so much to equip a musket team, and 50,000 woolen coats are only a fraction...... Captain, to be honest, is it really the factory price?"

Aldrich Triss glared back, "Why don't you calculate this bill according to the market price!"

"A new flintlock pistol that leaves the factory, worth ten gold omas, one gold coin floating up and down, the underground black market may be more expensive, a total of eight thousand at a flat price, no problem, right?"

Ian McCallane was well aware of the price of the new weapon, and immediately nodded his head in agreement, but when he saw that the account was crossed out in half, he was unconsciously a little nervous, and he couldn't help but clench his fists.

Aldrich Triss continued to settle the score: "100,000 bullets, not to mention the specific process, weigh two tons alone. Now the wartime steel is controlled, and the price is not low, at least a thousand gold coins, what do you think?"

"The reasonable price is much lower than I expected, could it be that the military factory under the name of the regiment commander has developed new technology?"

Without any change in his face and without a relevant response, Aldrich Triss continued: "The standard barrel of fire medicine uses the most advanced granulation process at the moment, so far only I have mastered the technology of mass production, and some competitors can make small quantities in the artisanal workshop, which is a whole era. Five hundred barrels of fire potions, and one thousand two hundred gold oumars. ”

Ian McCallane was speechless, and the rest of the package was even more valuable, totaling more than 20,000 gold coins, and the price given by the head of the regiment was very reasonable, and the profit should outweigh the small profit.

He turned his head to look at the bulging black briefcase tied to his belt, which was filled with golden bills from the Temple of the Friends of the Merchant.

Part of it is the procurement cost of the logistics department of the Principality of Maryland, and the rest is his own savings over the years, as well as the rewards obtained from the "victory" of the Battle of the Bull River, as well as the cellar gold that he accidentally found on the way back, continuously sweeping the abandoned and uninhabited manor in the area of Manassas.

"After deducting the money that must be paid for the order of the woolen coat, there is a redemption note of about nine thousand six hundred gold coins, which can be exchanged at any time at the bank in their name with a certificate issued by the Temple of the Friends of the Merchant...... Captain Tris, there's not enough of it. ”

Aldrich Triss shook his head lightly in disbelief and moved on to another topic: "It is said that in order to prevent the misuse of food, the Archduke Eastwood began to sign a prohibition order, which will soon be implemented within the Customs Union, after all, the war has already burned to the countries of Middle-earth......"

As soon as the prohibition was issued, Ian McCallane probably understood what His Excellency the Captain meant, and remembering the reputation of the Principality of Maryland, which was rich in fine wine, he immediately nodded slightly, and began to estimate the value of the family's wine collection in his heart.

"Under the name of 'medicinal alcohol', the military's repeatedly distilled spirits are very popular. Your shortfall is not as big as you think, as long as you capture the loot on the battlefield, you can easily pay off the debt, the key is the first start-up capital. ”

"Captain Tris, you help me find a way, and the McCarren family will definitely have something to repay in the future!"

Aldrich Triss was pleased with Ian's statement, "It is said that the wine of the Duchy of Maryland is good, and it is also quite famous in the countries of Middle-earth. Anyway, the wartime regulations prohibit the consumption of alcohol, so it is better to take out your stock of alcohol and use it to pay off the arrears for the purchase of arms, do you think this method is feasible?"

Ian McCallane nodded excitedly, unable to speak in a calm mood.

"I was able to clear my inventory and pack up all the old wines for Tris...... Tsk, after the prohibition was issued, the Maryland wine in his hand was worth a lot of money, it was a huge profit!"

Aldrich Triss had a vague idea of his comrade-in-arms, partner, and business partner, "With this special transport channel of armored floats, I just want to make good use of the potential to act as an intermediary between the Spanish and Turkish Customs Union and the Principality of Maryland." ”

"Of course, I also have my own selfish motives! Lacking sufficient funds, the expected armored floating fleet has not yet taken shape, and even the first Kirov airship has only completed the general framework!"

"McCarene, I'm so short of money! If it weren't for so many eyes staring, I really want to lead my family's private soldiers to rush to the forefront of the burning war, compete with the grand dukes of the southern slave lords, fight against the vampire clans of the undead empire, and distribute their blood-soaked wealth to the slaves who have gained self-reliance, of course, some of it will fall into my own pocket, I will not refuse!"

The quartermaster of the Principality of Maryland was still in awe when he heard the front, and when Tris said the back, he couldn't help but want to laugh.

Times are really different!

"Who is not selfish? McCallane, you are so naïve! I think that if I walk on the road of virtue and reach the pinnacle, I must be a noble and virtuous man who regards wealth as dung. Don't forget, I now have a considerable network of political, economic, and military contacts, and money is the source of keeping them running. ”

"If it weren't for their wings, I'm afraid I would have been dying by the storm outside, and even with Thor's hammer, it wouldn't change much! ”

"After all, interests determine the camp, and the ass determines the head!"

Aldrich Triss was depressed for a long time, and finally couldn't help but burst out a wise quote from his previous life, although the second half of the sentence is a little vulgar, but it can be understood at first hearing.