My British Empire

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Your Excellency the governor reconciled a bit, and the leaders of many strongholds were also polite, and they were courteous, and then the whole meeting was much more peaceful than before.

Sir John, who proposed at the beginning, was targeted by everyone in the end, and received the least share—seventy-five people.

However, His Excellency the Governor, who knew his identity, took good care of him. Most of them were adults. Although there were also a lot of women, women could still be used as soldiers in emergencies.

With a smile on his face, Sir John nodded and said goodbye to many strongholds before the spoils conference ended.

At this time, Lemire came over. He glanced at Sir John who was a little unhappy, and said in a friendly tone:

Mr. Jazz, I really can't help you today, everyone is a little impulsive!

Looking at this middle-aged man with obvious kindness, Sir John restrained his smirk, shook his head sincerely, and said:

It's because I'm too impulsive. I still have to suffer. It's good to have a good memory!

As he said that, he looked at the middle-aged man who took the initiative to show his favor. He knew that this was another stronghold left by Lemire Watson. Although he didn't know what his purpose was, it belonged to the left behind. Damn place, friendship is still necessary.

Mr. Watson, are you free now?

Hearing this sentence, Lemir couldn't help but feel happy, but he replied calmly.

Certainly, my sir, what can you do?

Lemir continued the conversation logically, casting questioning eyes as he spoke.

Nothing, it's just that I have some questions that haven't been resolved. You are in a different environment, so I'm afraid you can give me different suggestions!

Sir John smiled and pretended to ask for advice.

Okay, it just so happens that I can also learn from you, and I have some doubts!

Lemir also looked in agreement, and responded modestly.

Under the surprised eyes of others, the two walked together and went to a pub in Dublin for a drink.

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Time always flies by. The next day, Sir John stroked his drowsy head and shook it unconsciously.

Oh! I drank too much yesterday, and my head hurts!

However, it has gained a lot, at least it is also an ally!

Although his head hurt, Sir John still showed a satisfied smile. He was satisfied with yesterday's harvest.

It has been nearly a year since I came here. The original stronghold, which was only the size of a village, has become larger and larger. At present, it has become a small town.

The number of immigrants in the small town is less than 1,000, and the surrounding tribes are surrounded in circles. The closer to the small town, the closer the relationship, and the deeper the Anglicization.

When he came out this time, he had to go back sooner, after all, he brought out nearly one-third of the people.

Feeling the fog on his face and the somewhat blurred road, while riding his horse, Sir John looked back at the convoy pulling a large amount of goods, feeling a little anxious in his heart.

Although there are not many seventy-five people, most of them are with their families. Especially in recent months, immigrants basically come from one household, so there are a lot of messy things, and dozens of flatbed trucks have to be built , pulling the elderly and children, and saluting.

Of course, there are the most important supplies.

Ireland is short of everything, iron, weapons, salt, cloth, and some shortage of wheat, which are all needed in his stronghold.

These materials are not only for the stronghold's own use, but also for exchanging materials with the tribes that have made friends with them.

Thirty miles away from Dublin, two hundred militiamen rode vigilantly on their horses, their bows and arrows must not and could not be released from their hands.

England's rule in Dublin, Ireland, can only be maintained within a radius of 30 miles. If it goes out of the range, everything is in danger.

From time to time, a poisoned arrow from the forest, or a small-scale raid by the hateful wildlings, is hard to guard against.

Of course, this is much better than before.

In the past year, various strongholds have fully blossomed, attracting the attention of most tribes, and the environment in Dublin has improved a lot.

Sir John's face was also a little tense, he was wearing a silk underwear with a layer of leather armor on the outside.

Thanks to the lack of horses in Ireland, even though Sir John felt that the speed was very slow, the whole procession was still traveling at a speed of twenty miles an hour.

Starting from six o'clock in the morning to around four o'clock in the afternoon, the sky was already dark, and a group of people arrived at this stronghold and walked more than two hundred miles.

It's here~ It's finally here——

The militiamen shouted excitedly, rejoicing that the journey was safe.

What was presented in front of everyone was a small town surrounded by a thick fence, with a small river flowing through it. From a distance, through the gaps in the fence, there were vague figures, and it seemed that there were a lot of people.

The entire town is in the shape of a ladder, with only one exit, and it is much larger than the rural landowner's manor.

On the outskirts of the town, young crops sprouted from the plowed fields everywhere, showing vitality.

And near the gate of the fence, a team of militiamen guarded it, and no one was allowed to come or go unless there were special orders.

Seeing his own territory, Sir John finally showed a smile on his face.

He steered the horse to turn around, and said to the new immigrants on the horse and in the car:

This is my town - Wenger, and it is also where you will live in the future.

The immigrants looked at the simple cottage in front of them, and at the family members around them, they had no choice but to accept it.

Living in a safe place is not bad. In their minds, they thought they were living in the wilderness.

There is still a lot of open space here, I will divide the land for you to build houses, and divide the land for farming!

Leading the immigrants into the town, Sir John pointed to the empty flat ground and said to the immigrants.

However, the land is not free, you need to spend money to buy it, if you don't have money, you need to deduct it from your future salary!

By the way, from now on, if you work here, whether it's plowing the land, shepherding sheep, or doing other things, half of all your income will be handed over to me!

Everything here belongs to His Majesty the King, this is His Majesty's land, this is something you must understand!

Sir John glared fiercely at the new immigrant, and spoke domineeringly, completely ignoring the immigrant's feelings.

At this time, the immigrants took a closer look. Although the entire town is very large, the buildings only accounted for nearly one-third of the scale, and the rest was empty.

As for their arrival, the other immigrants seemed to be familiar with it. After taking a look at it, they went about their own business very indifferently.