My British Empire

  Chapter 350 Wenger Town in Ireland

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  Woke up early, Leonard looked out the foggy window, then looked 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!"

   After coming to Ireland for more than a month, Leonard has gotten used to life here.

  Different from 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 a gentle town that lacks supplies.

   According to the rumors that Leonard heard from the old man, even last year, tribes that were still hostile in broad daylight came to raid, causing many immigrants to die.

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

  By this time, busy and fulfilling labor took up 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, said softly with a hint of worry on her face.

   "It's nothing, Anna!" Leonard kissed her forehead and comforted her.

   "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 he did not go to open up land and do heavy work like other immigrants.

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

  Usually doing calculations, recording things with a pen, running errands, and supervising the work of immigrants, it seems easy.

   Today is different. The most recent time 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 number of necessities with the royal family's exclusive merchants, such as iron, weapons and salt.

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

  So, 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 led dozens of people to patrol around the cultivated land to prevent 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 nearly half a mile, Leonard came to the drying ground. 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 arranged 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 in front, 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 rode his horse and led the way slowly with the militiamen.

  The crowd followed and 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 the management to get a sickle, and under the assignment of the steward, together with nine other people, came to a wheat field with a large area of ​​about ten acres.

  This is their day's workload, and it seems even heavy.

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

  Bending down, looking at the rye about three feet high, Leonard understood that the land was fairly fertile, and the stalks were 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 seemed simple, but they 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.

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

  Holding the 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 there by the small river, prohibiting them from scooping water.

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

  Having been busy all morning, it’s 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 people who intercepted watched the new immigrants gather, and they were not nervous at all. Instead, they 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 when it's poured, 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!"