Two days later, McJack and Big Germy returned with a large team of pack horses. The packhorses were loaded with goods, and twenty barrels of rye alone were purchased. The happiest person was Mark Qi. He opened a large barrel of rye and drank it without saying anything else. By the time Claude came downstairs, the guy had already drank three large glasses of rye, and his speech was a little unclear.
"I just bought twenty large barrels of rye wine." Claude thought to himself that this was not enough. There were more than twenty days in the rainy season, and a large barrel of rye wine was distributed to more than sixty people a day. It was only half a cup per person per day. It would not survive the rainy season. End that session. On a rainy and humid day, it is common sense to give some wine to the soldiers to drink to relieve the cold. This is also Claude's move to win people's hearts with his own money.
"Sir, we bought a total of twenty-four barrels of rye, but when we passed Blackstone Village, Chief Murray forcibly left four barrels of rye behind." McJack reported.
Okay, forget that there is a bastard over there, Yan Guo plucks his hair. But Claude couldn't help it. That bastard Muriel Ed was his younger brother, and it had become a habit to take advantage of his boss. Who calls Claude rich? Everyone knows that Claude is rich, and this advantage will be in vain.
"Come here, lock this bastard in his own room and don't let him out without my order. He won't be allowed to have a drink for the next three days, and anyone who gives him a drink will have his share deducted." Claude kicked. Mark Qi, who is already drunk, is still addicted to alcohol with this amount of alcohol, haha
Two soldiers dragged Markchi off the ground and took him to his room. They locked the door from the outside when they came out.
"Gemmy, go find some boards and nail the window of his room outside to prevent this bastard from climbing out of the window to steal wine." Claude gave the second order.
"Yes, sir." Big Germi went to find boards, hammers and nails.
"Tell someone to move all the rye wine into the warehouse. Everyone can drink a large glass today. Mike, please register, and you will be responsible for dispensing the wine in the future."
"Yes, sir." Mike replied and then reported: "Sir, we also bought fifteen boxes of kale, a box of twelve bottles."
Oh, this is good. This kind of strong liquor is the most suitable to dispel cold and dehumidify the body. A small cup a day is enough for everyone. And although this kind of spirit is of low quality, the soldiers like it very much. The most important thing is that it is not expensive. A box is only about twice as expensive as a large barrel of rye.
"Okay, you can move this kale into your room and keep it safe between you and Gimi. It will be taken out and distributed later in the rainy season." Claude said, "What else did I buy?"
"There are many, I hired three for the packhorse team alone." Michael reported: "There are rumors circulating in the town that after the army of the Principality of Limodra returns, they will expropriate the merchants' goods due to the shortage of supplies. , so most of the merchants are selling their goods at very cheap prices. I bought some of the useful ones and spent all the more than seven gold crowns you gave me. Now the freight for the packhorse team has not been paid yet. pay"
"I know, I still have a money bag in the drawer of my office. I'll give you the key. You can use the money in the money bag to pay for the freight of the packhorse team." Claude took out a bunch of keys from his side and threw them to Mai. Jack himself directed the soldiers to unload the purchased supplies from the pack horses. He also separated the items purchased with his own money from the supplies distributed by the battalion headquarters, and then placed them in the warehouse by category.
Early the next morning, Claude was awakened by the noise of Markchi. This bastard was loudly threatening the two signal soldiers living in the utility room on the first floor, asking them to open the door. He also knocked on the door and made a loud noise.
"Marky, you bastard, if you make any more noise, you will be detained for one more day." Claude went downstairs angrily: "You have the nerve to say that you are an alcoholic with this little drinking capacity, but you drank three glasses of rye and fell asleep. . If you don’t get the job done, you only know how to steal wine. Do you still look like a sergeant? So many soldiers are watching, but you get yourself drunk first. Are you dissatisfied with being imprisoned for three days? That’s my order. Why are you angry at the two of them?"
Markchi became honest all of a sudden. He already understood that Claude paid for the rye. He was now penniless. If he wanted to drink, he could only please Claude: "Sir, it's mine." Wrong, since it is