Fox of France

In fact, during this period of time, the southerners were really much poorer.

The first is the destruction of the war. The British burned many port cities and cotton fields near the coast.

Originally during the war, due to the lack of orders for cotton from the United Kingdom, the economic situation in the south was estimated to be not very good, and the damage caused by the war naturally made things worse. Of course, it's not without good news. For example, although the orders from the British are gone, the market demand in Europe is still there. The price of cotton cloth in the European market has basically increased. In addition, it is said that the British set fire to the cotton fields in the United States (of course, this is an exaggeration), which caused tension in the market. After the decline in magnitude, there was a certain rebound.

But the rebound in cotton prices was, frankly, far from enough to make up for the losses of the war. What's more, the area where Martin and James were located happened to be near the sea. The British also set a fire here. More than half of the city was burned, but fortunately everyone ran away. A lot of cotton in the field was also burned. As for the cotton in stock, it was burned up by the British. So when cotton prices rebounded, they didn't get the benefit. In fact, when the price of cotton rebounded, the guys closer inland, and the French in Louisiana, took advantage of it-if they didn't sell all the cotton before the price of cotton rebounded.

Considering the cost of rebuilding their homes, everyone really doesn't have much money at the moment. Even if you have money, a lot of it has been lent to other friends.

So when Martin said he had no money, everyone sighed together.

"I can't live this life! I used to drink French wine, but now I can only drink local beer." Another person also sighed.

"Everything has gone up in price, only guns and ammo are cheaper than before," someone complained.

On the North American continent, whether it is Mexico or Canada in the past, the war is over. Therefore, guns and ammunition, which were once in short supply, have now become surplus materials and are being sold at a discount. Although if these things are loaded on a ship and shipped to Europe, it seems that they can be sold for a good price. But consider the shipping cost back and forth. This business is not necessarily very good. Of course this is not the main reason. The main reason is that France is unwilling to see such a large number of second-hand weapons appearing in Europe, crowding out the market belonging to the French.

So now in Georgia everything is expensive except guns and ammunition. Even though everyone is getting poorer now, when shooting a target, there is no need to think about wasting bullets than before. Many times, out of boredom, people will shoot a few shots into the sky to make a good sound, anyway, this thing is cheap.

Of course, the economic difficulties, coupled with the fact that guns and ammunition can be seen everywhere, and the price is extremely cheap, a natural consequence appeared, that is, chaos in law and order.

Difficult life, chaotic law and order, this makes everyone tired.

"What's more terrible is that I still want to raise a large group of black slaves! To be honest, I really envy those Frenchmen who run factories in the west. You see how straightforward they are. When there is something to do in the factory, they open the door and pull a group of black slaves. New immigrants come in to work; once there is no work to do, the machines are turned off, all the workers are driven out, and no one is left idle. But we who raise slaves are really suffering. Now the cotton fields have been burned, and the land There is no need for those black slaves to do any work, but we still have to support them. This is really..." Another complained.

Therefore, free workers are much better than black slaves.

Because of this, no one can come up with money to support Martin.

"Speaking of which, the people here don't have an easy life." Someone complained.

"Not all, boss Dyson is doing well. He's making a lot of money with those Louisiana wines," someone exclaimed.

Everyone laughed together, because the owner of Dyson's Louisiana beer in the shooting range was originally a failed business of the owner of Dyson. He had a batch of Louisiana beer from a French business partner because he lost money in business. Anna's wine is mortgaged to Dyson.

Although Louisiana also belongs to France, some French people also brought grapes here to make wine. But the quality of these wines is not comparable to that of Bordeaux wines, or even that of Italian and Austrian wines. Therefore, the main use of Louisiana wine is to sell it to some low-end taverns, and then pack it into fake Italian wine. And I don't know how to impersonate directly, I can only impersonate in it.

Therefore, although Louisiana wine is also wine, the selling price is actually not much different from that of beer. Basically just unsellable stuff. And the friend of Dyson's boss went bankrupt soon, and then he didn't know where he went.

These Louisiana wines are really worthless compared to the money Dyson lent to that friend. So the boss of Dyson obviously lost money at that time. But what I didn't expect was that the war broke out suddenly, and after the war broke out, the demand for alcohol increased greatly, but there was a problem with the supply of alcohol.

There were a lot fewer ships going to Europe, and most of the goods being transported were directly related to the war, and the amount of wine imported from Europe dropped significantly. The result of this is that Louisiana wine, which no one drank at all, was looked down upon, and was considered only suitable for domestic black slaves, suddenly became valuable. The price has been rising rapidly. Relying on this batch of wine, when everyone is poor, the boss of Dyson actually made a fortune.

"Boss Dyson, you've made a fortune now, why don't you take some money out and subsidize Martin so that he can go to Massachusetts and kill those two bastards?" someone shouted.

"It's okay for me to buy him a glass of wine, but it's not good for me to pay for him to kill people." Boss Dyson smiled and shook his head.

"Come on, Boss Dyson, isn't it just killing someone? Who hasn't killed someone here? Besides, can those two guys count as people?" Someone said loudly.

"Otherwise, Martin's marksmanship has always been good, but Dyson's yours as well. Either you play a game, the old rules, three hundred feet, chest target, ten shots. If Martin wins, you lose to him One hundred dollars, which should be enough for him to go to Massachusetts. If you win, um, for the next month, Martin will come to you every day to work for you."

It seemed an unreasonable bet, since a waiter's salary never needed to be as high as a hundred dollars. However, considering that the elimination of traitors in the country is not Martin's private business, it is not unacceptable, but the boss of Dyson still proposed amendments.

"If it takes ten shots, I might as well just pay for it," said the boss of Dyson. "Martin is a good shooter, and his marksmanship is obviously better than mine. If you must bet, bet one shot. Besides, this matter It's not Martin's personal business either, so if Martin loses, forget it, and if he wins, every one of you out there will come and help me for a day. How's that?"

Gambling with one shot is much more accidental than gambling with ten shots, because no one has the chance to adjust. In this way, when the technology is not much different, luck accounts for a very large proportion. This has a better chance of winning than Dyson's boss, who is obviously worse at marksmanship. Just like later generations, in order to increase the contingency of table tennis games, twenty-one points per game were changed to eleven points per game. It's just that I thought very well when I changed it, but the final result shows that the technology is not good enough, and the use of these crooked methods is really limited.

Now that the Dyson boss's proposal is basically reasonable. Everyone agreed. So Boss Dyson sent someone to fetch the rifles—they were all good French stuff, and they weren't worth much now anyway.

The two of them came to the shooting range, and everyone followed. Other people who were shooting the target also stopped to watch the fight.

Dyson had targets set up three hundred feet ahead. Then he said to Martin: "Why don't you fight first?"

The shooting range is open-air, so there are relatively more interference factors, and it is even more difficult to shoot the first shot well. Martin, however, made no objection. He picked up the rifle, loaded a bullet into it, raised it, took aim for a moment, and fired.

"Nine rings!" The target announcer shouted his results loudly. At this distance, with a gun that I don't often use, I can hit nine rings with one shot. Such a result can be said to be very good.

Even Martin himself was very satisfied with this shot, so he put down the gun in his hand and said to Boss Dyson: "Okay, it's your turn."

Dyson glanced at Martin and said, "Nine rings in one shot, what do you want me to do with this shot?" As he spoke, he picked up the loaded rifle, took aim for a while, and then fired. One shot.

"Seven rings!" The target reporter over there immediately reported the shooting results.

"Actually, my shot was pretty good." Dyson put down the gun, stretched out his hand to Martin, and said, "But your shot was really good."

Now that the result of winning or losing has come out, Boss Dyson went directly to his office as a straightforward person, and walked in with a wallet after a while.

Boss Dyson fished out two new hundred-dollar bills from his wallet. Handed it to Martin and said: "One hundred dollars may be a little nervous, so I will lend you another hundred. If you come back and haven't used it up, return the extra to me. Well, you are sure to go to Massachusetts Do you vote?"

"Of course, with so many people testifying, what can I say?" Martin replied.

"In this case, I will write to you. You know I am in business, and I have friends everywhere in North America. I have a French friend who is doing business in Boston recently. Wherever you go, you can find him , he might be able to give you some help," said Dyson.

"Is this friend of yours reliable?" asked Martin. What he was going to do was kill, and he didn't want to be caught by the Massachusetts police for some unreliable guy.

"If it is an unreliable person, I will not introduce it to you at all." Dyson said, "Well, you continue to play here, and I will write a letter over there."

So Dyson returned to his office again. He stayed there for a while, then came out with an envelope.

He handed the envelope to Martin: "The envelope is not sealed. You should check the contents first. If there is nothing wrong with it, then I will seal it."

Martin took the letter out of the envelope and read it. In fact, there was nothing written on it. It just told the French friend surnamed Pidour that Martin was his friend and came here to do some things, hoping that he could provide him with some help within his ability.

"There are many things that I can't write directly in the letter." Boss Dyson said, "But Pidur is a reliable good friend who can give his back to him. After you meet him, you can directly write Tell him your intentions. If possible, he will certainly be willing to help you."

Martin thanked Dyson. Then Dyson sealed the envelope in front of him, and handed it to him. Then he raised the wine glass in his hand and said: "Friends, let's toast together and wish Martin a victory."

Everyone had a good time, and Martin went home. In fact, although he was very dissatisfied with these two traitors, it was not to the point where he wanted to run thousands of kilometers to kill them. It's just that in the club, after drinking two glasses of wine, and being encouraged by everyone, he actually agreed to do this.

But it's too late to repent at this time. If you repent on this kind of thing, you should stop messing around locally in the future. So although he was a little apprehensive in his heart, he still made up his mind to bring this matter to a conclusion.

So he told his wife that he was going to take a long trip recently to deal with some things. Then he boarded a boat and headed north by sea.

If you are in Louisiana a little west, taking the train would be a good choice. The French built a north-south railroad along the Mississippi River. The railroad ran from New Orleans to the area near the Great Lakes. It is said that the French also plan to build this railway to Quebec in the future.

But in the United States now, there is no such railway connecting the south and the north, and there is no river connecting the north and the south like the Mississippi River. Therefore, the most convenient way to go to the north is to take a sea boat.

Martin took a rifle and a revolver aboard. At this time, the United States has almost no control over guns. It is almost normal for people who travel far away to carry guns with them, and no one cares about them at all.

Soon, Martin disembarked in Boston Harbor. Then he found Mr. Pidur according to the address Dyson had given him.