He ​​raised his head and drank the kudzu flower soup made by Reina, and then Song Hao's noisy stomach and head calmed down.

Although it's not a panacea, at least it doesn't have the strong nausea and dizziness just now.

This is undoubtedly a good thing.

When he got dressed and went downstairs, he found that the whole villa was very quiet, it was extraordinary quiet.

Neither John nor Arthur showed any signs of getting up. It seemed that the side effects of alcohol were so great that even three grown men could not bear it.

He simply rinsed his mouth with water, washed his face, and then took out the chewing tobacco he carried with him from his pocket.

As long as you put a few tablets in your mouth and chew them, you should be able to relieve the sequelae of a hangover.

"What about Sadie and Abigail?"

Inadvertently, he looked towards the fields in the backyard, but still did not find the two women.

This is somewhat unexpected, because they have been quite obsessed with planting work in recent days.

In fact, it is easy to understand this mentality:

Watching the young seedlings grow gradually until the fruitful day can inspire people a great sense of accomplishment.

The next second, Reina, who was following him, explained: "Arthur and John were lying in the same room last night, so Abigail had to go and keep Sadie company."

"By the way, they seemed to have said they were going to Valentine to buy some fertilizer and insecticide early this morning."

"I guess we can return before evening?"

After receiving such an answer, Song Hao nodded solemnly.

After all, the situation in the West is very turbulent now, and the police and Detective Pinkerton are frantically searching for traces of criminal gangsters, so going out at this juncture is not a wise choice.

Maybe after they come back, I can give them a little reminder:

"Ladies, it's best not to run around these days."

With nothing to do, he and Reina walked out of the villa, took a breath of fresh air, and strolled to the warehouse at the back.

Because they had to borrow the carriage in the morning, they stored yesterday's loot in advance.

It must have taken a lot of effort...

At this time, looking at the heavy wine barrels and cigarette boxes in the house, Song Hao felt extremely emotional:

This is what the brothers risked their lives to get.

Sometimes even I have doubts. The gang has to put their heads up every day to get the next deal, and they may not see the sun tomorrow at any time.

So after thinking about it, why can't we forge a suitable identity and find a way to run some safe industries?

Real estate, tobacco, alcohol, and even navigation...

This is the twilight era of the Western Cowboys, but it is also the golden age of other industries. I have many ideas for reference.

After all, he is a modern man reborn from the future, and he wants to make money deep down.

At the same time, looking at Song Hao who was in a daze, Reina couldn't help but feel confused.

Most of the time I spent with him, I really didn’t understand what this man was thinking.

He stepped forward and inspected the goods: "This is quite a lot, and I don't know how much the nobles in Saint Denis actually paid for it."

Hearing this sentence, Reina seemed to have thought of something and said hurriedly: "Look at my memory, I almost forgot it."

"Yesterday afternoon, John and I checked some of the goods and found that there seemed to be something wrong with the weight."

Something wrong with the weight?

Song Hao, who frowned, walked to the Gray family's tobacco, picked up a box and weighed it. It was indeed a bit heavy.

As far as tobacco is concerned, it shouldn't be this heavy.

Without having time to think about it, he opened the cigarette box directly. There were orange tobacco leaves on the surface, and you could tell at a glance that it was of high quality.

"Wait, there seems to be something wrong down here. Please take out the cigarette case and put it in the sun."

Although she didn’t understand what it was doing, Reina, who was confused, had no choice but to obey it.

After a lot of hard work, the two people finally removed most of the cigarette boxes from the warehouse and placed them in the sun.

Song Hao picked up a box and through the sunlight, he found a strange black shadow at the lower end of the cigarette box.

Phenomenons like this also appear in other cigarette boxes.

"Reina, go to the room and take out the tools. I want to see what's inside."

As a result, after sending Reina away just a second ago, Song Hao directly used his hands to forcefully destroy the hidden grid.

Looking at the dark brown object that fell out of it, he quickly understood what it was:

A thing that can destroy a family...

So when Reina returned, Song Hao had already restored the cigarette case to its original state without saying anything else.

Just don’t let anyone get close to these boxes of goods for a while.

On the other hand, the Braithwaite family also has a lot of bad intentions.

They found a large number of weapons and firearms in several wine barrels, and even the ammunition was neatly equipped for you, which was very strange.

Reina couldn't help but frown: "So why did they secretly trade weapons to Saint Denis?"

Having a preliminary guess in his mind, Song Hao murmured: "Maybe Saint Denis is not as calm as he looks."

Not to mention that the person in power now is the bastard who framed the Caitlin family.

Thinking that this was definitely unreasonable, Song Hao hid all the guns and figured out how to deal with the goods later.

In the evening, Abigail and Sadie returned from delivering fertilizer, and Arthur was just about to say goodbye.

He took a puff of cigarette: "This is a good place for you, but if I stay here now, it will only bring you trouble."

"Besides, my brother in the Van der Linde Gang is now in doubt about his life or death. I must go back and take a look."

Since the words came to this point, Song Hao couldn't persuade him to stay, so he just stuffed a few banknotes to this guy.

Otherwise, it will be a serious problem to fill your stomach with your empty pockets.

After dinner, everyone in the Wildfire Gang sat around the dining table, and Song Hao told everyone what he had discovered today.

Of course, he had reservations about the dark brown object.

"So the current situation is like this. Reina and I have estimated that the value of the goods will be approximately US$4,000."

Song Hao took out the tobacco and private liquor: "The problem is, how do we sell them?"

Strawberry Town seems to have some special regulations, making it almost impossible to sell moonshine.

But tobacco with such high quality will definitely be favored by many people.

As for the best place to sell private wine, it is naturally the black market, where businessmen always like these high-end goods with unknown origins.
Chapter completed!