Franz didn't say anything, just listened to the feeble struggle of the Irishman on the dock, and looked at the Englishman in front of him with a sneer on his lips.

The latter's gaze met the former, and Franz had no interest in such a low-level provocation, and did not even bother to respond.

But Bordeaux and his men would not budge, and soon the eyes of a row of big men were cast on the opposite side.

The Englishman was frightened by the group of big men who suddenly came out, and immediately changed his tone and lowered his head and said.

"Sir, if you have nothing else to do, I'll leave first, my goods are about to arrive."

"Goodbye."

Franz was not surprised by this kind of thing, and he didn't think there was much of a problem with Bordeaux's behavior, after all, some people believe in strength, and it is easier to solve problems in a way that they can understand.

Daniel O'Connell still stood on his horse and glared angrily as the grain ships left Ireland and sailed to the other side of the sea.

His heart was filled with anger and reluctance because the food was supposed to be used to help the poor people on the island of Ireland.

However, the reality is that food prices have risen in all countries this year due to poor potato harvests, with the largest increase in the United Kingdom.

This is naturally indispensable to the credit of those rich old men, in fact, the agricultural harvest of the whole of Western Europe in the past two years has not been very good.

According to British agriculturists, the situation may not improve for several years. As a result, the demons and monsters showed their abilities, and the major grain merchants began to stock up, the bankers injected capital into them, and the government officials also responded to the situation.

The price of wheat rose rapidly from 35 shillings per quart at the beginning of 1844 to 61 shillings per quart at the end of 1846.

Quart is a quintal, which is a hundred kilograms.

But even if the price of wheat does not rise, the Irish will not be able to afford it, after all, the average income of the Irish in many areas is less than £5, and this figure will continue to fall as the famine comes.

Note: The income here is not net income, so various taxes and ground rent are also deducted.

Daniel O'Connell's speech was impassioned, but the accusations and accusations were so weak that in the nineteenth century they even seemed ridiculous.

Franz was just curious about where the weapons he had sent to the island of Ireland had gone.

The reality made him both helpless and indignant.

The weak are angry, and the thing that draws the knife to the weaker is played out again. The fact that most people did not choose to use violence to defend their interests after being given weapons is definitely a progress of civilization in the eyes of later human rights experts.

But they just didn't dare to use violence against the strong, they turned their guns on their own people, the weaker who didn't have guns.

Franz himself didn't expect that he inadvertently opened a Pandora's box, in which all kinds of demons and monsters were released, causing more human tragedies than in the original history.

Franz didn't know if he was doing a favor or a sin. So he came in person, and he wanted to take a look.

Franz disembarked from Dublin and headed inland with his team, refreshed his three views everywhere he passed.

Franz's imaginary famine was supposed to be a white man, with no roosters crowing for thousands of miles, but the reality was that on the one hand, bales of golden wheat were loaded onto carts and driven to the port, and on the other hand, hungry men and women were looking for the abandoned ears of wheat and voles on the road and in the fields.

The motorcade passed a mother and daughter, their faces tired and haggard, their cheeks sunken, their eyes empty and helpless, their skin as white as that of a dead man, without the slightest luster.

The mother's hair was messy and even clumped, her arms were shriveled like wooden poles sticking to flesh, her nails were black, I don't know if it was a traumatic injury or some other reason, her body was emaciated, her dirty and tattered clothes swayed in the wind, and they smelled of decay.

The girl looked to be only six or seven years old, her limbs were unusually slender and she could barely stand, she could only barely move forward by grasping the corners of her mother's clothes, her hair was sparse and scattered, her head was lowered and her eyes were looking for something, there was not a trace of the innocence of a child.

Each of their movements seemed slow and painful, until one of the accompanying soldiers could not stand it and threw his rations at them.

As a result, the poor mother and daughter were surrounded by other people as soon as they got the dry food, and not only did they not eat the food, but they also broke their teeth.

The soldier wanted to help, but there were too many people to squeeze in, and he couldn't help but cry when he saw the tragic situation of the mother and daughter.

At this moment, the little girl with blood still bleeding from her head came over and patted the soldier to comfort him.

The soldier's name was Hossen Phil, and he was born into a Hessian aristocratic family, and from the age of twelve he participated in military training for eight hours a day, all seasons.

Horsen Phil felt that he was the most bitter and tired person, but to this day he sees people who have to do everything they can just to live.

Colonel Podol was a little embarrassed, because Archduke Franz had already explained that he was not allowed to give alms indiscriminately.

If you have to give alms, you must get out of the car and wait for the other person to finish the food before leaving.

Sergeant Horsen Phil apparently violated the Archduke's orders, nearly killing two innocent passers-by, and at the same time causing the refugees to try to block the convoy and ruin the scheduled trip.

But on the other hand, before he came, he told his subordinates that Archduke Franz was here to save people, and in fact, the car was loaded with food.

The mother and daughter are indeed pitiful, if they don't get food, maybe they will be on the streets tomorrow.

In addition to Archduke Franz, there was also the Archbishop, who did not know if he would cause Franz some unnecessary trouble if he punished Sergeant Horsen Fell.

Franz opened the window and looked helplessly at his attendant, who seemed to be incapable of handling such a thing.

"Please take them to Dr. Müller for treatment."

"Yes."

"Bordeaux, you stay. Let Silva go. ”

"Yes."

Silva was one of Bordeaux's deputies, the company commander of the Royal Guard, but with the rank of major.

"Mr. Bordeaux, what are you going to do with Mr. Phil?"

Franz's tone was flat, which made Bordeaux a little confused, hadn't he already decided to help the victims.

Franz looked at the other party's surprised look and knew what the other party was thinking.

"Is there a conflict between saving people and dealing with people who make mistakes?"

"Nope!"

"What are you going to do?"

"Battlefield disobedience, death penalty!"

"Forget it this time, but don't make an example."

"Yes."

As a result, Sergeant Holsen Fell received thirty lashes and was sent back to China.

Inside the carriage, Archbishop Rauscher, who had been sleepy, finally opened his eyes and said.

"Grand Duke Franz, the weak are angry, draw the knife to the weaker, it seems that you really let out a terrible demon this time."

"No, Archbishop. It should be the cowardly who draws the knife to the weaker. There is nothing wrong with the weak, and they still deserve to be saved.

I believe that Pandora's box must be the last thing that flies out of hope, but before that we can defeat the 9,999 demons. ”