Fox of France

"Captain, I didn't realize that those Irishmen are really rich! They can knock out so much with just one knock." A gendarmerie said to the gendarmerie captain. As he spoke, he squinted at Jarvis and the others.

"That's right, that's enough for the whole village to go out to eat." Another gendarme said, licking his lips with his tongue.

"Huck, you are really worthless." The captain of the gendarmerie said, "Think about it, those guys were blackmailed by us casually, and they can give out fifteen or sixteen pounds, and they are gold coins. What does that mean?"

While speaking, the captain of the gendarmerie took out a one pound gold coin and tossed it in the air. The coin rolled up in the air, then fell again, and a ray of sunlight through the hole in the sail just shone on the untumbling coin, making it shine brightly.

A gold pound coin in this era weighed about eight grams, and of course, considering the purity, real gold weighed a little over seven grams. For ordinary workers, the monthly income is only about three pounds. If it is a female worker, the monthly income may not even have two pounds, but if it is a child worker, it may only be one pound. Of course, the income of the military police is higher. The weekly military salary is one pound. If combat subsidies are added, the weekly military salary is 1.5 pounds. In this way, there are six pounds a month-this is considered the income of the middle class.

Of course, this is only a theoretical income, because the economic situation is not good, even the authentic British army is now starting to default on their salaries.

"What do you mean?" Huck still didn't understand what the captain meant.

"Did you know? The Duke of Norfolk has a golden retriever." The captain didn't know what was going on, and said something unrelated, "I saw him take this dog out hunting, and he shot A wild duck, and then the dog ran over to help him get the wild duck back. The dog was docile and beautiful, and it was better than Robson's stupid dog who saw a cat and ran after it. "

Speaking of Robson's silly dog, several people laughed.

"Then I went to a friend of mine at a pet shop in London. There, I saw a dog that was almost exactly the same. I was curious, so I asked my friend the price of the dog. Guess what? How much does a hunting dog cost?" asked the captain.

"How much?" Huck said.

"you guess!"

"Fifty pounds? Captain Smith, am I right?" said another gendarme.

"You country bumpkins who have never seen the world!" Captain Smith said, "The selling price alone is about 450 pounds, plus the professional training fee, it will cost about 200 pounds. Ha ha, a lot of money Money, right? But for rich people, it’s just the money to buy a dog. Think about it again, these guys can spend fifteen or sixteen pounds casually, what does that mean?”

"Ah, captain, I understand!" a gendarme suddenly realized. After speaking, he suddenly realized that his voice was a little too loud, quickly lowered his voice, covered his mouth with his hand, and squinted at Jarvis and the others at the same time.

"Captain!" He lowered his voice, "You mean these guys are rich, so they don't care about such a small amount of money?"

"Leonard, you've finally opened your mind." Captain Smith also lowered his voice.

"But they have all the money with them?" Leonard asked again.

"Who knows." Captain Smith said, "But look at that guy, have you seen his belt? His belt is very thick, and it sinks down when he presses his waist. There may be something wrong with it. Look at him again, in the Wet in the sea, the guy took off his shirt and put it aside, but kept his pants on, that's to prevent us from seeing the problem with the belt. You're looking at that guy over there. Both his shirt and pants are off, He refused to take off a pair of leather shoes. If you look at his walking posture, there is probably something wrong with those shoes. And..."

As Captain Smith pointed out what was wrong with those people one by one, everyone's eyes turned yellow, as if there were countless gold coins shining inside.

"Captain, how about we..." Another gendarme said in a low voice. His voice was muffled like a hyena whining in the middle of the night, and his eyes shone with a grasping light.

"That's right, anyway, there are all our people on board, and no one knows that they boarded our ship."

"The crew know," someone said.

"Who wants to get into trouble for a few Irishmen if you give them a hush money?"

The more they spoke, the lower their voices, and the light in their eyes became more and more fierce.

However, Jarvis didn't notice all of this. He took off his wet coat and spread it on a wooden barrel, waiting for the sun and sea breeze to dry it. His trousers were also wet, but thinking that taking them off might call attention to the secrets of his belt, he continued to wear wet trousers. Fortunately, the gold coins in the belt are not afraid of soaking in water, and the land deeds of the real estate in the belt are also wrapped in oiled paper produced by the Rhine Union, which is also waterproof.

The wet trousers were naturally uncomfortable to wear, but after being away from the flames of war in Ireland, he was finally on the boat bound for spring...ah, it was the boat bound for Britain, and Jarvis was full of happiness in his heart. He had money in his belt, a full 10 kilos of gold, and several estates.

"When you arrive in Britain, you can live a good life with peace of mind." Jarvis thought this way, only felt that the sky was so blue, the sun was so warm, and the sea breeze was so gentle... So he remembered that he was in Britain. bought that house.

"I have a house, facing the sea, with spring flowers blooming..." Jarvis's heart was about to overflow with happiness, and he almost wanted to cheer, telling him and everyone about the lightning of happiness.

Like Jarvis, the other "hard-core love rapes" are also immersed in the happiness of surviving a catastrophe, and they are all looking forward to a happy life in the future. Like Jarvis, they also exchanged the blood of their countrymen for a lot of money, much more than Judas Iscariot; The field of blood in Judah was much larger.

Now these guys are lazily basking in the sun on the deck, blowing the sea breeze, but they don't hear that blood is crying ominously from their gold.

While Jarvis and the others were looking forward to the future, the gendarmes on board were also communicating with each other. This boat is not big, but now there are about a dozen sailors on it, more than thirty gendarmes, and eight "hardcore rapists", and it is full of people.

Soon the gendarmes knew that these "hardcore sex rapes" were all big fat sheep. The gendarmes discussed it, and they all felt that this was God's care for them. As the saying goes, "what God gives you, you can't refuse it." Once God's good will is rejected, there may be, no, there will be bad results. So everyone's opinions quickly unified. Then the sailors joined in, and they also expressed their willingness to accept God's good will.

So, being religious is a really good thing. Because no matter what you do, you can put the responsibility on the gods.

"Captain, let's do it!" Leonard was impatient, so he always said that.

"Don't worry, they can't escape anyway." Captain Smith said, "But their property must be with them. They are all on the deck. If we do it directly, they will jump into the sea. If we don't get it , Isn't that a loss? So we have to find a way to let them all come down to the cabin, and then we kill them in the cabin to ensure that we can get the money!"

"We originally only allowed them to be on the deck, but now let them come down. They have money on them, and they will probably become suspicious." Said the captain Chillingus. Get them off the ship. Then get them under control, get the money out, and get rid of them."

This suggestion was unanimously supported by everyone, so the matter was settled. In the afternoon, the sun had turned to the west, and the ships in the retreating fleet were faster than the old ship, so at this time, there was only this lonely ship on the vast sea.

By this time, Jarvis's clothes and trousers were dry. It's just a piece of salt flower with white flowers on it, and it's not too comfortable to wear. However, this is nothing compared to the happiness to come.

At this time, a sweaty gendarme came up from below the deck, and just exposed half of his body, he shouted. Come down, come down and help... This wreck is leaking! Damn it, come down and help, and you bloody Irish! Get off now!

Since it is the order of the Taijun, of course the "hard-core sex lovers" must obey. A few "hard-core lovers" did not suspect him, so they all entered the cabin. Compared with the outside, the inside of the cabin is quite dark, and the people who just got off can hardly see anything.

In the darkness, a hand grabbed Jarvis' wrist. Jarvis thought that the man was worried that he would fall, so he reached out to hold him. So although the other party may not be able to see clearly in the dark, he still showed a smiling face to him and said thank you.

But that person didn't care about that at all, grabbed his hand and twisted it violently, twisting his hand on his back. And another person also jumped out, twisted his other hand, and then the two of them pressed him to the ground with force.

"Sir, sir, I am my own, my own!" Jarvis shouted with a fluke mentality. But the person who was holding him didn't pay attention, and stretched out his hands to his waist, untied his belt, and then pulled it out.