My British Empire

  Chapter 381 Misunderstanding, misunderstanding

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  Norfolk, a county located in northeastern England, is also the easternmost county by the sea.

  The terrain here is low-lying, densely covered with rivers and lakes, and sparsely populated. It has many royal territories, and its economy is dominated by agriculture.

   It can be said that Norfolk is sparsely populated, which has a lot to do with the terrain here.

  Swamp Village is the most obvious feature.

  Swamp Village, as the name suggests, there is a big swamp next to the village, and the whole village is located next to the swamp.

  The entire village has a population of more than one hundred people and more than three hundred acres of arable land. Life is miserable. There are no knights or knights here, only a squire named Martin.

  At the same time, he also serves as the village chief.

  The whole village lives a life of working at sunrise and resting at sunset, peaceful and harmonious.

   If there is anything that bothers them the most, it is the marriage of men and women in the village.

  Currently speaking, in the entire village, there are thirty-six adult males and only eleven adult females. It’s all like this. There are also several women who have married to other villages and are unwilling to stay in the village.

  Marsh Village is too poor. There are more than 100 people and only 300 acres of land. They can barely fill their stomachs. It is very difficult to eat enough.

  In the entire swamp village, they are the only village within fifty miles nearby. If you want to go to the nearest town, you have to walk a hundred miles or two or three days.

  Women do not want to marry, young men can only be single.

  For everyone in the village, the big swamp next to the village is full of resentment.

   Their biggest dream is to turn "greatFen" into "greatLevel", and the Great Swamp into Great Flatland.

  On this day, the largest landowner and squire, Martin, who owns more than one hundred acres of land, was sitting at the gate of his house, looking at the endless swamp in front of him, and he couldn't help sighing.

As a squire, especially a squire in a swamp village, his greatest wish at the moment is to level the swamp in front of him and turn it into arable land, and then his family will prosper and become a famous big squire in the county. Become a gentleman, participate in politics, and have a great reputation in the whole county.

  However, it has been thirty years since his father's generation, and this wish has never been fulfilled, and it is impossible to achieve it.

  So, living in this remote place, and unable to leave his homeland, he could only be in a daze of boredom, praying to God to grant his wishes.

  Slightly closing his eyes, enjoying the rare sunlight, he felt warm and comfortable all over his body.

  At this moment, a man in short clothes and bare feet, with messy hair, ran over swiftly, and stopped immediately when he saw Martin.

   "Master Martin, Master Martin!" He looked at Martin in front of him, and couldn't help calling out hastily.

Hearing someone calling himself, Martin immediately opened his eyes, took a look, and then said leisurely: "Old Lal, why don't you go to do your farm work, why are you shouting here, I don't know if my master is here Are you basking in the sun?"

   Seeing that it was his tenant Lal, Martin got a little angry and blamed him.

   "Master, ahead, there is a group of people ahead, a large group of people!"

  Old Lal gestured with both hands, and said hastily to Martin.

   "What? There are people, a large group of people?" Martin couldn't believe it. His place is so remote, how could there be people coming here? This is against common sense!

  There must be something, probably not a good thing, I have to be careful.

   Martin thought silently in his heart.

   "Go and call everyone in the village to come with me to see what's going on?"

  Martin's first choice was to run away immediately, but in a blink of an eye, he thought that his property and family were in the village, and he couldn't escape.

  At this time, it is better to face it. Anyway, there are more than 100 people in the village, and there are a few who have joined the militia and fought against His Majesty the King. What are you afraid of?

   "Yes, sir!" Old Lal agreed, and then ran to the village with muddy bare feet, yelling.

  In less than ten minutes, the whole village obeyed the order of Master Martin and dispatched together. Men, women, old and children rushed over aggressively with all kinds of farm tools.

  Even the little kid who was just able to walk was not far behind, dragging his nose, revealing a small toothpick-like table, flicking the ground, staggering with short legs, followed the big team, and came over.

  Seeing this, Master Martin's heart immediately puffed up. Taking small steps, he led the whole team forward for a hundred feet, then stopped and waited quietly.

   In front of the Marsh Village, at a distance of about half a mile (800 meters), a group of people, riding horses and pulling carts, two or three hundred people, walked over talking and laughing.

  This distance is already enough for the villagers in front.

   "Mr. Coleman, is the swamp village ahead?"

   At the front of the large team, a young man on a horse asked softly to a middle-aged man who was also on a horse.

  This man looks like he is in his twenties. He is wearing high-grade linen clothes. He has a slender body and a short beard on his lips. He looks shrewd and capable.

   "My lord, the swamp village is ahead, we can go there to rest!"

  The middle-aged man lowered his head slightly, and said respectfully to the young man.

   "If that's the case, that's good!" The young man finally showed a relaxed expression on his face.

  God knows, he rushed from London to the Norfolk county government, and then rushed here again, non-stop, really exhausted.

  The middle-aged man on the side also breathed a sigh of relief.

  He has always lived in the county mansion in a dignified way. This time he followed this young adult named Hebury to this remote ghost place, and he was really exhausted.

  However, this is his mission and responsibility, so he has to obey it!

   More than 300 people, walking with their cars, are getting closer and closer to the villagers.

  Seeing the menacing over one hundred people in front of him, Hebery became a little confused for a moment.

  Seeing this, Coleman straightened his stomach, rode his horse, and walked out of the team.

   "Hey! Are you from Swamp Village?" Coleman looked down at Martin's group and asked.

"Yes, may I ask who you are?" Martin looked at the well-dressed man riding a horse in front of him, and then at the large team of hundreds of people behind him, hesitated for a moment, then raised his head timidly, and answered softly :

   "Yes, who are you?"

   "I'm from Norwich's Construction Hall!" He raised his neck and said proudly. Then, he remembered something, and pointed to Hebury behind him and introduced:

   "This is an adult from London. He has come here under the order of His Majesty the King! Please treat him well!"

   When Coleman introduced Hebbury behind him, he bent slightly and introduced loudly.

   Martin, who was surprised when he heard Norwich, became confused when he heard London again, and his heart was about to explode.

   Hebbury, who was introduced, straightened his back and raised his chin even higher.