The inhabitants of the island of Ireland are also very uncomfortable, and the effects of potato late blight are much greater than expected.

As potato production decreases, prices for other crops have skyrocketed, and families who had a small amount of savings have found themselves unable to afford the expensive crops.

The food that Franz left the church on the island of Ireland only lightened their burden, but could not save everyone.

As a result, some people have set their sights on the things in those cellars, and some people have taken them for themselves and really changed their "identity" and "destiny".

But at the cost of sacrificing the rest of the village, the ugliness of human nature is revealed. People snatched each other's contents from the cellars, village to village, villagers to villagers, bloody and brutal.

As a result, Franz's previous layout was wiped out, and instead of benefiting from the contents of the cellar, people suffered even more drastic losses.

This was something Franz had not expected, and he thought everything was too simple.

In fact, it is very difficult to be in the same boat without restraint.

Surprisingly, though, the British chose to turn a blind eye to everything that was happening on the island of Ireland, and the living, the dead, seemed to be non-existent.

Even after some journalists made the newspaper stories about what happened in Ireland, the attitude of the British government and the mainstream media was that maybe something was going on there, but nothing should be done until the matter was clarified.

And at the time of the debate in Congress, many lawmakers claimed that the laws of the market are sacrosanct! Failure to do so will inevitably result in punishment, which is particularly deterrent for the United Kingdom, which has suffered two economic crises in succession.

Robert Peale, although he preferred to rely on the laws of the market and time to solve problems, actually made some suggestions, such as amending the Corn Laws.

Although his proposal was unanimously supported by the industrial and commercial capitalists, it was opposed by the collective of agricultural capitalists (farmers) and the aristocracy, who held the banner of free trade in their hands, even by the British Prime Minister.

In the end, Parliament passed only one proposal to find a solution to the society, and those who solved the problems on the island of Ireland at this time were rewarded with £50 and a silver medal.

That's right, it's fifty pounds, and fifty pounds is only enough for those officials to rent a cheap carriage for a year, and if it is a luxury carriage, it may not even be enough for a quarter.

The British media did not pay much attention to this matter, and the Times of London commented on it:

"The Celts on the banks of the Shannon River should be like the Reds on the banks of the Manhattan! In order for them to waste less food, the government should be like the Americans! ”

Here I want to say that the red people on the banks of the Manhattan River refer to the Native Americans and Indians. And the most useful policy of the U.S. government is the Scalping Act.

In 1814, the U.S. government officially issued a reward for the brave man who peeled the scalp of the Indians, with a male scalp rewarding $100 and a female scalp rewarding $50. This eventually evolved into today's Indian Deportation Act.

But it's not all bad people in this world.

Queen's Village, South of Ireland.

The village chief, in the presence of the most influential men in the village, opened the door to the cellar, then took out two large bales of grain and began to distribute it "equally" to everyone.

In fact, women, children and the elderly receive only half the rations of adult men, which makes Skaha Jennings very unhappy because there are too many women in her family and her eldest brother is often absent.

As the gate was slammed shut, the chains were again enclosed, and with a click of the lock, all the people began the month's Mass.

Since there were no priests, the villagers had to perform baptisms on their own. It's just that in the eyes of the children, it is as happy as Songkran, and they have no sense of crisis at all.

The worried adults also seem to be infected by this emotion, and they are no longer worried, perhaps the cellar gives everyone hope.

But everyone knows that the food inside cannot be endless, and people will eat it all one day, even if it is not eaten up this year, but what about next year?

However, they were relatively lucky, because some villages had starved to death, and some people even killed each other for grabbing food, and even worse, some villages did not have such cellars at all.

Skaha had been sleeping badly lately, as her eldest brother didn't know what he was planning all day, and that Wynne didn't feel like a good person.

"But how do you remind Patrick?" She mused.

However, Skaha soon saw his eldest brother again, after all, it is not so easy to be a "wild child", especially on the island of Ireland at this time, and the vole problem that has plagued the British bigwigs for many years is almost solved.

Patrick's face and hair must have been deliberately groomed, but the tattered clothes on his body betrayed him, and he shrunk and waited for his sister's relief.

Fortunately, the village elders did not forget his share, and his parents' intention to give Patrick's share to Skahaqi was self-evident.

"Big hero, are you hungry?" Skaha teased.

"Don't sell it, I haven't eaten in three days. If you don't let me eat anything, I'm going to starve to death. Patrick said.

Skaha continued, shaking the cake in his hand at the same time: "Then why don't you go home?" ”

Although it is called a cake, it is actually made of noodles and grass seeds, and it has a strange color and taste.

But Patrick snatched it and chewed it in a big gulp, not knowing whether it was because the cake was too hard, or because the gums were a little loose due to lack of nutrients, and the cake was soon stained with blood.

"Why don't you go home? Your parents miss you very much, you are the eldest son, you are going to inherit this family! ”

Patrick sniffled and nibbled on the cake.

"Men in Ireland have to talk!"

Skaha was not at all moved by the other party's statement, but asked rhetorically.

"Then your previous oath to protect your family doesn't count?"

Patrick was speechless.

"I will protect my family silently"

Patrick was clearly lacking in momentum, and Skaha seized the opportunity to continue.

"You can't even take care of yourself! Who else can you protect! Come home with me! ”

"If not, I'll be very shameless!"

"You've blown a lot of cowhide, everyone knows what kind of person you are!"

Skahar pulled Patrick up and walked in the direction of home.

But there weren't many places like Queens' Village, but this level of despair seemed to be accustomed.

Compared to the years that followed, Ireland at this time could even be described as calm.

O'Connell continued his move, and he was once again warmly welcomed at Borez. The people were already hungry and ran out of strength, and there was no little green flag that symbolized Ireland.

But the men were still shaking the branches as if they were waiting for the coming "victory."

(End of chapter)