My British Empire

  Chapter 272 Condolences from the royal family

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  On February 8th, the sky in Norwich was still drizzled as usual, soaking the thin clothes of passers-by on the road, and the whole city was immersed in a kind of misty rain, which had a different kind of beauty.

  In the eyes of the people of Norwich City, this drizzle is still so annoying, the cold

   It's getting more and more aggressive, and even those with a little bit of wealth can't stand it.

   After all, when the weather gets cold, the price of charcoal will increase again.

   "It's really cold here! My leg is getting more and more uncomfortable!"

  On a wooden board covered with hay, a man in unlined clothing kept beating his left leg lightly. The scar on his right face twitched from time to time. Obviously, his right leg suffered a lot of injuries.

   "Zuo En, how is the situation of the wife and son you mentioned now? Sigh~"

  The man said a word of self-pity, then turned his head, and cast his eyes on his companion who was in a daze, with some expectations in his heart, hoping to get a little comfort.

   "Ah~" The companion on the side looked younger than usual, with thin pimples growing on his shriveled face, no more than eighteen years old.

   "Bruce, don't worry, I will send you home, after all, we are fellow villagers!"

  When the young Zuo En heard his companion say this, he thought he was worried that he would not be able to go home, so he quickly comforted him.

   "Besides, you promised me that you would marry my younger sister to me! For the sake of my future wife, I will not give up on you!"

   The young Zuo En fully remembered the care of his fellow countryman in the past few months. He looked sincerely at Bruce, who had an injured left leg, and said word by word.

   "Hey! Zuo En, I won't worry about going home!" Looking at the young fellow in front of him, Bruce shook his head with a wry smile, sighed, and said slowly this time.

   "Look at my leg, I think, even the best doctor can't treat it, and I don't have that much money to treat this leg!"

   "So?" Zuo En was a little uncertain in his heart, but frowned slightly, and still asked.

   "So, from now on, I can only live with a limp on a broken log, and become a useless person!"

   As he spoke, Bruce glanced at his injured left leg, slammed the wooden board under his buttocks, and then heaved a sigh of relief and said decadently.

   "This..." Faced with these, Zuo En didn't know what to say for a while, but just patted him on the shoulder, and everything was silent.

  In the countryside, a man is the pillar of a family. If the pillar falls, the family will collapse. If there is a problem with the pillar, the family will also slowly collapse, and the final result will be homelessness.

  In England, after farmers went bankrupt, they had to sell their land and wander around with their wives and children.

  So, the young Zuo En is used to seeing such scenes, but facing this fellow who has taken care of him for several months, Zuo En still feels a little sad in his heart, all this is fate!

  Since choosing to obey the call, everything has predicted this ending.

  Joining the battlefield is for money, and what you get is nothing but two results, returning rich, or returning injured or dead.

  So, faced with such a result, Bruce could only lament his bad luck, and would not regret participating.

   At this time, Bruce lying on the plank! He already had close to five pounds in his pocket.

  In the countryside, I can live happily for several years, and I can also buy an acre or two of land to improve my family's life to a higher level.

   After comforting Bruce, Zorn turned around and went to the other side, happily touching the three pounds in his pocket, grinning nonstop.

   When he participated in the draft for the first time, he got three pounds, which was his family's income for two or three years. With this money, he could marry a wife.

  When I think of having a bed warmer every night, I can live like my elder brother, let my daughter-in-law yell every night, and I can shake my prestige in front of my elder brother.

   Two people, one thinking about how to add some new income to his family so that his life can continue if he is no longer the main beam after he is crippled.

   While the other is thinking about how to use the money he can get to marry a daughter-in-law who can live, he is very happy.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door, and with a "squeak" sound, a well-dressed young man walked in, followed by a quiet young man, holding a quill pen and A piece of wood as white as blood.

  Seeing the two people so well-dressed, Zuo En and Bruce were taken aback for a moment, and their bodies couldn't help becoming stiff.

  Bruce, who had seen some things in the world, felt that the two were different, so he hurriedly tugged on the sleeve of Zuo En, reminding him.

   "Oh!" Zuo En was dragged, turned his head to see Bruce's expression, and quickly reacted, helping Bruce to get up.

  Then, the two saluted the two of them with an awkward posture.

  Seeing this, the two people who came in felt awkward for a while. After Zuo En and the others finished saluting, the two young men also bowed slightly and returned the salute.

   "Two, we are the commissioners sent by the king, and we are here to comfort these warriors who have served the royal family!"

  The well-dressed young man took the lead and walked in front of the two, speaking in a calm tone.

   "Oh~ so it's His Majesty's, it's really, really an honor for us!"

   Following the words of the gentleman in his own village, Bruce stammered.

   "Yes, we would like to ask, what are the names and addresses of the two of you?"

  When the glamorous young man asked, the quiet man beside him picked up his pen and was about to start recording.

   "I'm from the town of Hannock in Southamptonshire. My name is Bruce. This is Zorn!"

  Hearing the question, Bruce spoke out his information without hesitation, and then pointed to Zorn beside him.

   "Yes, my name is Zuo En, and I am also from Southamptonshire, Hannock Town, but we are not from the same village!"

   Zuo En on the side also reacted, and hastily explained, lest they delay their affairs.

   This is His Majesty's man, he is a big shot, but he has to be careful in serving him, even if he asks about bedwetting, he has to answer, maybe it's a big deal.

  At this moment, these words came to the hearts of both of them.

   "Very well, Mr. Bruce, your leg?"

   "Oh! It was hacked by the mob!" Hearing this sentence, Bruce hurriedly explained, and even stretched out his injured leg for him to take a closer look.

   "Then, Mr. Zuo En?" The young man asked Zuo En, who was a little dazed beside him.

   "I, there's nothing wrong with my leg!" Zuo En quickly shook his head and denied.

  (end of this chapter)