Queen's Village, Island of Ireland.

Skaha Jennings had lost a lot of weight, and the food in the cellar had been divided among the families.

She began to seriously consider going to a workhouse, and although she might be selected to be sent to Australia to marry a convict, there was really no food to eat at home.

The two younger brothers are very hungry, the thirteen-year-old Ella of the two younger sisters is fine, and the three-year-old Horika is often so hungry that she can't sleep, and her eyes are deeply sunken and look a little scary.

The eldest brother, Patrick, was away from home all day, and all the farm work fell on his parents. Robbers began to haunt the villages, and those who specialized in robbing the poor people's villages.

After all, the landlord had dogs, guns, and bodyguards at home, and usually the poor did not have these, and it was obviously much safer to rob the latter than the former.

As a result, the number of poor people grew, and at first the village would try to provide alms, but as the food in the church cellar became scarce, they had no choice but to sit on the sidelines, because they themselves would not be able to survive.

Finally the robbers visited the Queen's Village, but fortunately there were guns and gunpowder in the cellar of the church, and the men of the village took up arms and resisted desperately, and after fighting for a night without knowing what to do, no robbers dared to come to the village to make trouble.

In fact, the villagers generally do not know how to shoot, and most of them have night blindness, and the villagers do not know where to shoot if the robbers are not carrying torches.

In fact, it was also the villagers of other villages who came to rob, and they just wanted to live but had no desperate intentions. If it were really an outlaw, they would not only dare to rob the poor people's villages, after all, the peasants did not have much money.

However, the fierce battle of this night woke up the surrounding landlords, and then they began to pay for the children and women of each family to work in their estates.

Not only do they give money, but they also give food, so the villagers are only hungry, not so hungry that they die of hunger, or go to the streets to beg.

Of course, no one will take risks, and the two sides will always be safe.

Skaha was fond of wiping dishes, tables, mirrors, or whatever, for he had the money to take it, two pence and a quarter of a penny a day, and a bowl of mixed wheat soup.

Although the soup was actually made of horse feed, it can be seen that the Baron was actually reluctant to shout angrily, or silently wipe his tears.

But the Baroness was the opposite, Madame Jasmine had no children, so she liked the children of the village.

And Madame Jasmine always told the Baron that it was necessary to give the children wages and porridge, if he did not want to be chopped up and fed to the pigs one day, or buried in the ground as fertilizer.

Skaha didn't quite understand this, after all, in her heart, Lord Baron was the most powerful person in the village.

In fact, the queen village did not continue to grow potatoes, but chose to grow other high-yield crops, although not as high as potatoes, but barely enough to satisfy their hunger, plus the laborers can get some money, they can barely live.

Franz's exhortation was successful to a certain extent, but in fact the study of Bordeaux sap against potato late blight proved feasible.

However, at this time, the industrial capacity of the Austrian Empire was limited, and although it was no problem to supply the very small area of the affected area to their own country, they could not afford to sell it to other countries.

Moreover, Bordeaux liquid is not a high-end industrial product, and the difficulty of imitation is very low, which is a gesture for the great powers.

Therefore, Franz is ready to enjoy an additional period of technological dividends, and does not intend to let it spread prematurely.

Franz was generally disappointed as he walked through Irish soil, and he saw little sign of resistance.

On the contrary, he met someone who dared to jump out and rob the convoy, but in fact, if he had a little knowledge, he would not attack a caravan of this size.

It's not that the fleet is too large, or that the goods sold are strange, but that there are too many people. After all, businessmen are profit-seeking and usually don't hire too many people.

A large number of people usually means that the things above are important, or that the people are important, which is not something that ordinary robbers can deal with.

Generally speaking, as long as a few shots are fired, the robbers who stand in the way will scatter and flee.

Franz also saw some public works with a pattern that was very similar to the one in Austria, except that it was expected to provide 10,000 jobs, but the actual number of people affected by the disaster was so large that the number of people had to be expanded again and again.

In the end, it was forcibly expanded to 440,000, but the budget did not increase by a penny, and the result is naturally conceivable.

What's worse is that due to the crazy rise in food prices, the wages that are theoretically enough to feed a family have become twopence, and in some areas even only one penny a day, a price that not even a child laborer can hire in London.

Moreover, most of the power of cash-for-work projects is in the hands of bureaucrats and local councils, and they see that there is so much labor and naturally expand the scale of the project, which is called upper intensity.

By this time, however, the vast majority of the Irish had already been malnourished and exhausted by the famine, and they were either scrawny or swollen and unable to bear the intensity of physical labor.

As a result, there is a strange phenomenon, that is, the registration is hot, the scrutiny of the cash-for-work project is strict, and finally it turns into a sit-in protest.

As a result, the British not only failed to solve the famine problem, but also led to a large number of rotten projects in Ireland, which Franz felt would not be long in coming.

After all, the amount of work has far exceeded the government's budget, and the local government does not want to make up the difference.

Theoretically, there should be an end to this kind of bickering, but soon the whole of Britain will be in the middle of an even bigger crisis, one that they have orchestrated themselves.

"It seems that the British are very quick learners."

Franz sighed.

"But they don't seem to have learned the essence, and they don't seem to want to save the Irish.

Your Highness, look at the wheat outside the window, the cattle and sheep of the British are fully capable of solving the problem of famine in Ireland, and even the so-called famine should not exist in the first place.

There is absolutely no need for you to come here, it is the British who are to blame. Stop at the dock and send that grain to the country, and if you send it to the country, the people will definitely thank you for your kindness. ”

Archbishop Rauscher said earnestly, and Franz just smiled and did not answer.

It was true that the boats with grain were parked on the shore, but how could the hungry people who had only a few pennies in their hands afford it.

Food prices in Britain have risen by 75% in these two years, but they have been rising since 1840, rising by 46% in 1844 compared to 1840.

The price of grain in the Austrian Empire, although fluctuating, was on a downward trend from 1840 onwards, falling by 5 per cent by the autumn of 1846.

As a result, the price of food in Austria is less than half that of Britain.

The continued delivery of grain from these colonies to Austria did not add much happiness, but rather made the peasants of the Austrian Empire hate it.