My British Empire

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After waking up early, Leonard looked out of the foggy window, then at his wife who was also dressed in the same clothes, and said with a soft smile:

Anna, today is a good day, I'm afraid I'm going to be busy again!

In the more than a month since he came here in Ireland, Leonard has gotten used to life here.

Unlike the comfort and stability in England, Wenger Town is full of busyness and danger.

Even in broad daylight, not many people dared to leave their residence five miles away. Although there were Irish tribes close to England, their personal safety was still not guaranteed.

Traps, wild wolves, and all kinds of poisonous snakes and spiders are enough to scare the people of the gentle town who lack supplies.

And according to the rumors that Leonard heard from the old man, even last year, tribes that were still hostile in broad daylight came to make a surprise attack, causing many immigrants to die.

Therefore, although Leonard is a little uncomfortable, he is grateful: Fortunately, he came here this year, God bless!

By this time, busy and fulfilling labor occupied most of his time, and he had no time to worry about religious belief.

Leonard, be careful, remember to run if you are in danger!

His wife Anna, with a hint of worry on her face, said softly.

It's nothing, Anna! Leonard comforted her by kissing her forehead.

Today, there are militiamen led by the left-behind adults for protection, and the chance of encountering danger is very small!

After saying this, Leonard put on his coat, gently opened the door, and walked out.

Before leaving, he walked to the room of his daughter and son, took a longing look, and then left firmly.

When he first arrived, after a few days, because of his literacy, he was lucky and did not have to open up land and do heavy work like other immigrants.

Instead, he was assigned to the kind administrator as an assistant.

It seems easy to do calculations, record things with a pen, run errands, and supervise the immigration work.

Today is different. Recently, it is the rye harvest season. In the barren Ireland, food is the most important product.

Every six months, Sir John, who stayed behind, would go to Dublin with the harvested grain, not only to pay taxes, but also to exchange a large amount of necessities with the exclusive merchants of the royal family, such as iron, weapons and salt.

And those Irish tribes who are pro-British will use animal fur, sheep and cattle, etc., to Wenger Town to exchange food, salt, and cloth to meet their daily needs.

Therefore, May and October every year are important harvest seasons. During this period, everyone has to put down their work and join the ranks of harvesting.

Sir John, on the other hand, led dozens of people to constantly patrol around the cultivated land, preventing any animals and hostile tribes from coming to raid.

Leaving his humble house, Leonard came to the grain drying field, which is the square in the center of Wenger Town. This is a place for drying grain and a place for Anglican missions.

Along the way, when meeting familiar people, Leonard greeted or greeted him. Wenger Town was quite friendly to the administrator's new assistant.

After walking for nearly half a mile, Leonard came to the drying field. At this time, the fog had dissipated, revealing the sun in the sky.

One after another, people came and gathered here. After a cursory glance, there were about a thousand people, and there were many strong women among them.

His wife, Anna, was assigned to weave wool because of unfamiliarity.

When the fog completely disappeared, all the people who participated in the harvesting operation had arrived, and Sir John had already arrived with dozens of militiamen.

Everyone, more than a month from today is the busiest period in Wenger Town. Harvesting food, opening up wasteland and growing food are all your tasks!

Sir John stood imposingly ahead, mobilizing loudly.

Whether it is a new immigrant or an old immigrant, you have to work. You must know that this is working for His Majesty the King, and you are paying off your debts. After ten years, you will get your own land, which can truly free!

Remember, the prerequisite for freedom is to work hard!

After some mobilization, Sir John led the way slowly, on horseback, with the militiamen.

Afterwards, everyone left Wenger Town and came to the mature rye field outside the town. The ears of wheat bent down together were heavy, which made people feel happy.

The light brown ears of wheat are the characteristics of rye. Thousands of acres of rye fields, seen from a distance, are gray and magnificent.

The origin of rye is because its flour is black, so it gets its name, not its appearance.

Leonard went to manage the place and got a sickle. Under the assignment of the housekeeper, he and nine other people came to a wheat field with a large area of ​​about ten acres.

This is their day's workload, and it may even seem like onerous.

However, one advantage is that there are three meals in the town, unlimited, and they also bring some mutton soup from time to time to supplement their physical strength.

Bending down and looking at the rye about three feet high, Leonard understood that the land was fairly fertile, and the straw was so tall after only a few years of land reclamation.

And you must know that in England, rye grown on medium-sized land may not necessarily grow so well, which shows that this land is very good.

Holding the sickle, Leonard, together with nine other people, started working life.

Things that seemed simple were arduous to do. After one morning, his hands were already red, swollen, and even bleeding.

My arms felt sore and painful as if they were tied with stones, and my waist was even more sore and unbearable.

When eating lunch, take a short break to relieve your tired body.

Holding a wooden bowl, Leonard and other immigrants came to the river next to the cultivated land, and when they were about to scoop water to quench their thirst, someone had already stopped them by the small river, prohibiting them from scooping water.

And slowly, dozens of people gathered by the river. Leonard saw that they were all new immigrants, and the atmosphere gradually became tense.

After a busy morning, it is so unreasonable not to even allow water to drink. Everyone restrained their physical fatigue and protested quietly.

Everyone, according to the regulations, all immigrants are not allowed to drink the river water!

The interceptors watched the new immigrants gather, not nervous at all, but calmly and loudly preached.

Why can't I drink water? I'm thirsty!...

Discussion sounded immediately.

After a while, someone will bring cold boiled water from the town, and everyone can drink it to their heart's content. Now, let's use the time to rest for a while! After all, there is only one hour to rest at noon!