My British Empire

  Chapter 291 Unexpected joy

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  The weather in Cambridgeshire is about the same as in London, or in other words, the weather in the whole of England is the same, changeable is the best adjective.

  Sitting on the cushion of the carriage, the sound of ticking rain could be heard in Lemier's ears, coupled with driving on the muddy road, the carriage shook from side to side from time to time, how could he fall asleep?

  After traveling for five consecutive days, together with my companions who went to Cambridgeshire, I came to Cambridgeshire, Cambridgeshire, and met with the Sheriff, Sheriff, and His Excellency the Magistrate of Cambridgeshire.

  After showing the central decree he brought, he enjoyed a sumptuous dinner banquet from Cambridge. The next day, he took a carriage to South Cambridge, where he would work for the next few years.

   Speaking of Cambridgeshire, it is divided into five parts: Cambridge City, South Cambridgeshire, East Cambridgeshire, Huntingdon, and Finland.

  The largest city in Cambridgeshire is not Cambridge, but Peterborough, the municipality.

  And the South Cambridgeshire he is about to go to, no, it should be called the South Cambridge Thousand Households District now. It is mainly agricultural, and it is the most inconspicuous and ordinary one in Cambridgeshire.

  So, Lemir, who couldn't continue to rest, could only close his eyes and rest, and began to think about how to start his next life.

  For a long time, England has basically been a state of autonomy locally. It is a troublesome thing for outsiders to intervene, even if he is appointed by the king in name, and His Majesty the King does have the right to appoint.

  However, in name, it will always be in name. If you want to turn it into reality, the resistance you will receive is unimaginable.

  The simplest item—language, gave Lemier a more intuitive understanding of the difficulties he was about to face.

  In the city of Cambridge, he can still communicate with the sheriffs and lieutenants in English. After all, as high-level officials, they must understand the language of the London area. Otherwise, how can they communicate with His Majesty the King in Latin?

South Cambridge is different. Although the local language is basically the Anglo-Saxon language, some words and slang have been completely localized. If you don’t study carefully for a while, you can’t communicate with them. Dialect it!

  So, facing such a scene, everyone will have a headache.

  Thinking in his mind was very slow, but the time outside passed quickly. In less than a while, Lemiel felt like this, and soon, he felt the carriage stopped.

   "Sir, South Cambridge is here!" Outside the carriage, the groom's heavy voice came in.

   "Okay, I see!" Lemire agreed softly.

  He got up, opened the curtain, and the groom outside the door consciously supported his arm. He smiled slightly, nodded, and with his right foot, his whole body quickly came down.

Feel the soft ground under your feet, look around, sparse weeds, farmland with young sprouts, children playing, drizzle falling from the sky, and the familiar earthy smell in the air, The smell is very comforting.

   Lemiel narrowed his eyes, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and slowly relaxed his body.

  At this moment, a child with a long snot and wearing a torn sackcloth with big holes came over in fear. While sucking the snot that he was reluctant to let go, he asked with a tender throat:

   "Sir, where are you going?" The little boy raised his head, staring at his face with round eyes, and asked softly timidly.

  Of course, this was guessed by Lemire himself, he only heard the words where to go and Mr.

   "I'm here to find Sir Fisher, do you know where his home is?"

   Seeing a small dot appear in front of him, Lemiel showed a smile that he thought was kind and kind, bent down, and asked softly.

Of course, for Lemire's pure Cockney accent, the little boy also looked confused, but fortunately, most of them are the same, especially the two words "Sir Fisher" he emphasized. I can hear you clearly.

   "There, the biggest one—" the kid rubbed his nose, pouted his mouth, and pointed his thumb behind him.

  Although Lemuel couldn't understand what he said specifically, he turned around and looked in the direction of his fingers:

  Among a group of dilapidated mud houses, a brick and wooden bright house stands out of the crowd, facing the drizzle, it looks extraordinarily luxurious and extravagant.

   Such a house is in line with Sir Fisher's identity, and I am also confused. As Sir Fisher, he is naturally the wealthiest person in South Cambridge.

Laughing at himself in his heart, Lemire turned his head, glanced at the little kid staring at the round eyes, and smiled slightly, without a trace of gratitude, purely because when he saw the little kid, he thought of himself Still nursing son.

  The little boy raised his head and stared blankly at this big man who came in a carriage, especially his **** horse, which was really similar to Sir Fisher's house, really similar.

  The little kid just watched Lemire step by step into the carriage that was the same as Sir Fisher's, and then was pulled towards Fisher's house by the same horse as Sir Fisher's family.

  So, the little boy stood in the drizzle like this, his mind was full of Sir Fisher's big horse, he grinned happily and smiled dumbly.

   Lemire boarded the carriage again, ignoring the kid who stayed still, and was organizing his upcoming conversation with Sir Fisher.

   After a while, Lemiel felt that the carriage came to a gentle road, and his **** felt a lot better.

   Soon, the carriage also stopped slowly. Without the driver's reminder, he got up consciously, raised the curtain, and got out of the carriage.

   In front of the carriage, a well-dressed gray-haired old man came over. Seeing his exquisite clothes and energetic appearance, Lemire knew that he was Sir Fisher, the largest squire in South Cambridgeshire.

  Glancing slightly at the top of his somewhat smooth head, Lemiel greeted him with a kind smile on his face.

   "Your Excellency, it's a pleasure to meet you!" Facing his future boss, Lemire took the lead and bowed humbly to say hello.

   "Mr. Lemire, it's a pleasure to meet you. I heard that you are coming. I have already prepared a banquet. Please come with me!"

Sir Fisher smiled in satisfaction at Lemire's approach. He thought that this young man from London was young and energetic, and wanted to fight him. Seeing him like this, Feisher Sir Scheer was slightly relieved.

  Sir Fisher made a gesture of invitation, and walked side by side with Lemire, introducing him the specifics of South Cambridge.

   "We have a total of fifteen hundred-household districts in South Cambridge. The only output is rye, and there is no profitable output. It has been so poor for hundreds of years!"

   Speaking of this, Sir Fisher looked happy.

   "The price of food is getting higher and higher now. In a few years, South Cambridge will be the richest place in Cambridgeshire. Mr. Lemire, you have a good time!"

   As he spoke, Sir Fisher turned his head and looked at Lemire, as if you were lucky.

   “This is great news, South Cambridge is beyond my expectations!”

  Lemir also had a look of joy on his face, which was indeed a surprise.

  He originally thought it was a backcountry, but who knew, he got it wrong. In the next few years, life was much easier.