Vienna, spring 1844

Franz received the bombshell news from Schönbrunn Palace that there was indeed a famine in Ireland, but it only affected a small part of the country, and the people sent by the church unanimously believed that it was the result of God's apparition.

However, the saints from heaven, with whom we often talked and laughed with Archbishop Rauscher, knew that it was not God's blessing at all, but some natural phenomenon that inhibited the spread of the mold virus.

And the real Holodomor in history began in 1845, which means that Franz still had a year to prepare. If he can't find a solution, he will have to be prepared to take in millions of migrants.

In fact, it was not necessarily a good choice to receive immigrants from Ireland directly, because the historical Austrian Empire would be in deep internal and external crisis in four years.

If there were more Irishmen, it would be one more accident. What's more, helping others does not necessarily pay off, and there are not too many stories of farmers and snakes in history.

Although Franz is an existence that is always creating variables, he himself is very resistant to the unknown, especially when it happens to him.

Because uncertainty means instability and makes people feel insecure.

Moreover, if the Great Famine in Ireland can be fundamentally solved, the food crisis in the whole of Europe will be alleviated, and at the same time, the social contradictions will be objectively alleviated, so that the crisis of the Spring of Nations may not be so intense.

At the same time, millions of Irish people remain in their homeland, which means that the United States will lose millions of immigrants, as well as a large number of good scientists, businessmen and politicians.

After all, 23 of the 46 presidents in American history have Irish ancestry.

In the same way, the Irish will not become obedient citizens of Britain if they remain on the island of Ireland, because it is the latter who really suppresses the former and cannot survive.

The national policy of the British, as well as the increasingly serious land annexation, will sooner or later detonate the Irish nuclear bomb.

The Great Famine was only the trigger for it, as it also weakened the Irish, forcing them to think about survival before anything else.

In fact, during the famine of 1843, the Irish generally had no expectations of the British government, and Robert Peel did nothing.

This is not to ignore the Irish question, but rather that he was the first prime minister in history to propose a solution to the Irish question.

It's just that his actions touched the interests of too many people, so in the end he could only resign with hatred.

This time it was mainly the Irish problem that came about suddenly and ended abruptly, and at this time, the actions of the government, both in Britain and Austria, were highly delayed.

But in the eyes of the Irish, London is no different from usual, anyway, it doesn't matter whether they live or die.

Interestingly, almost all of the clergy sent to Ireland recorded local dissatisfaction with the British government, and in some areas the Irish even founded their own newspapers.

But it was only a matter of time before these newspapers disappeared, partly because of the strict censorship and control of the British, and partly because they were not for profit, but most of the time free of charge and supported entirely by the enthusiasm of some people.

It was not difficult for Franz to start a newspaper or fund one in Ireland, but it was not really necessary, because the literacy rate of the Irish was as low as that of the Russians.

So it's not as effective as the so-called newspapers, the "Irish drinking party".

Franz sent thousands of barrels of wine to the island of Ireland, but what he didn't know was that there was no wine in the "Irish Drinking Party".

Queen's Village, Ireland.

Shaka Jennings' parents were able to rent a new field, and although the villagers who had rented it did not starve to death, they could no longer afford it.

The poor family had to give their only house to the landlord, and they had to wander outside the village.

"Oh my God, Aunt Simone's little daughter is only three months old, how are they supposed to live?"

Shakika Jennings looked at his eldest brother, Patrick, who was silent, and the former continued.

"Can we just watch them wander forever? I saw Aunt Simone's husband steal the stupid dinner yesterday."

(Clumsy is a seven-year-old dog raised by Shakika Jennings.) ）

Patrick finally spoke.

"They can't stay on wandering."

"Why?" Shaka asked, puzzled.

"Those damned British nobles are most disgusted with other people's suffering, if I guess correctly, the landlord has already called the police, and the patrol will soon arrest them."

Patrick said resentfully in a mocking tone.

"Huh?!" Shaka exclaimed, "Why! ”

"The British have an anti-vagrancy law, and vagrancy like theirs is a crime."

"So what will happen to them? Will there be a penalty? Shaka asked, a little timidly.

"I'll be sent to a reformatory or a forced labor camp. After all, there are still children here, and as for little Simone, she will definitely be sent to the babysitting hall."

At that time, the reformatory was actually another kind of hard labor camp, except that most of the children were housed, but even the children had to do a lot of heavy work every day, and even were sent directly to the factory, and their remuneration was most likely only a piece of bread or a bowl of gruel.

In the 19th century, the survival rate of the penitentiary was actually lower than that of the penal camps, and the lowest survival rate of these public facilities was the so-called baby care hall.

It is said that in the nineteenth century, less than one-thirtieth of the people in England survived the Babysuckling and grew up in a workhouse.

"Say no more! Brother, you have to think of a way! ”

"What can I do? Father, mother, even if they are village elders, they can't do it, who can give them a job except the landlord? Pateret sighed helplessly, like an old man who had experienced vicissitudes.

At this time, several patrol policemen riding donkeys appeared at the head of the village, and with the finger of the landlord's butler, the atmosphere of the whole village became tense.

Horses were expensive, and mounted police were only available in big cities like London, and the patrolmen usually rode donkeys or mules in the countryside, and possibly on their feet.

The adults rushed their children home, on the one hand, they were afraid that the children would collide with the patrol officers, and on the other hand, they did not want their children to see such a picture.

The unkempt woman and her husband tried to escape, but their eldest son was apparently feverish, and the little child in her arms was too small.

In despair, the family leaned against the fence of the village, awaiting the judgment of the British Law.

To be honest, these patrol officers don't like to do this kind of errand very much, because the so-called homeless people are often poor and have no oil and water to fish.

Even female wanderers are either skinny and skinny, or they don't take a bath all year round and are covered in sores that make people sick to their stomachs.

The two patrolmen soon spotted the wanderer, and they looked at the woman holding the child, who had just given birth, but looked well maintained, and remembered the grove they had passed by on the road, and couldn't help but smile lewdly.

(End of chapter)