My British Empire

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Although the immigrants came from England one by one, the clothes on their bodies were neat and tightly wrapped, and they seemed to be ready for a long time.

As a member of the immigrants, Leonard is no different from ordinary immigrants, he can't tell that he was born as a minister, at most he is a small country gentleman.

He and his wife and children were dressed in ordinary linen, and they didn't wear any jewelry on their hands and necks. They looked very ordinary.

Not only them, but the rest of the immigrants also looked very ordinary. If there was any difference, most of them had rosy faces, and they seemed to be pampered.

There is a reason for this.

Although they are confused about the future, everyone still knows that the greed of human nature is uncontrollable, and only by restraining themselves can they keep themselves and their families safe.

As the minister, his resignation not only involved himself, but also involved some petty officials and squires, who were dissatisfied with Protestantism.

Most of the people were separated from him, and only two or three families were with him. Seeing the figures of these three families, Leonard breathed a sigh of relief.

With people who can gather together, then in this small town, a small town surrounded by savages will be much safer.

Holding his young son with his left hand and his wife with his right hand, even though Leonard entered this small town that was supposed to be safe, he was still not at ease.

Lowering his head, he softly comforted his restless son, then turned around to comfort his worried wife.

Although he was a little busy, Leonard's ears were still listening carefully. After all, this was related to their future vitality.

Hearing such harsh conditions, Leonard's face did not change. Before coming, he had already thought of it.

"I'll give you a day off today, starting tomorrow, no matter men, women, old or young, all have to get up and do things, don't be lazy!"

Sir John's hands were folded behind him, and in his hand was a black and hideous riding whip. If he was whipped, it would definitely hurt.

"I am a majestic knight, how can I do those despicable things like those peasants!"

This is a man in common clothes with a big belly standing out with a displeased expression. His expression is a little angry, and he even feels a little humiliated.

"Hehe! Sir, let me tell you, from today onwards, I am the biggest here, even if you were baron sirs in the past, now you are just a humble and pitiful immigrant without the slightest freedom!"

When the word "humble" was said, the contempt in Sir John's eyes was clearly visible, and the potbellied Sir couldn't help trembling with anger.

"You, you..." He stared, staring at Sir John with his chin raised in disbelief, stuttering for a moment.

"Pa——" Sir John waved his right hand, and the whip in his hand was like a silver snake, heading straight for that knight. Before he could react, a bloodstain appeared on his face, a long bloodstain .

Even, it seemed that the whip was a bit heavy, and the wound was still bleeding.

And this paunchy jazz was thrown to the ground all at once, touching the wound on his face with both hands, gasping and howling unceasingly.

Because of the shortness of breath, the round and round belly went up and down suddenly, which made people want to sit up.

"Remember, here in the future, I will be what I say, don't question, don't doubt my rights!"

With a cold light in his eyes, Sir John put away his horsewhip that was still stained with blood, approached the talking back Sir, turned around again, and said sharply to the group of new immigrants:

"Remember, although His Majesty the King has sent tax collectors and inspectors here, if it's what I think, it's quite simple to ask you to die!"

"If one dies, two will be added next month. Don't think too highly of yourself, your lives are cheaper than a sheep.

This today is just the initial warning. Starting tomorrow, what greets you is not a horse whip, but death! "

After saying these words, Sir John stepped on the black horse and left quickly with the rest of the militiamen.

Everyone was stunned by him, and they looked at the fallen knight with pity. Their expressions were tense and their eyes were terrified. The threat of death was too scary.

Then, an old man with a wrinkled face and a black and white beard came over and stood in front of everyone, holding a pen and a blank paper in his hand. Followed by two strong men, the strong man is carrying a box of things in both hands, which looks very strange.

While everyone was still intimidated by the remaining power, they didn't say a word about the old man's appearance.

"Everyone, I am the administrative officer here. If you have any questions or difficulties in the future, you can come to me!"

The old man looked pleasant and easy to talk to.

"The one just now is Sir John Perrott who stayed behind here. The whole town is dominated by him. Be careful not to provoke him, or the consequences will be unpredictable!"

Seeing that the immigrants were still a little timid, the old man explained softly.

"Next, everyone come to me to register first, with the family as the unit!"

As he spoke, the old man found a rock, sat on it, flipped through his notebook, and started to record with a pen in his right hand.

On the side, two young men opened the box and took out bundles of palm-sized dried wooden strips, with strange patterns engraved on the back.

Seeing this, Leonard didn't know that this was an immigrant household registration. He took his wife and children and became the first person to register.

"Name?" "Leonard Cosland, twenty-five years old."

The old man wrote his name in the notebook, and then wrote him in the head of the household column.

"Wife, Anna is twenty-three years old this year, daughter Buina is seven years old this year, and son Desimone is five years old!"

After recording it, he, like his family, got a wooden board to record their names from the hands of the two young people, with the three words "resident certificate" written on it.

Of course, it also briefly described the appearance of several of them.

"Next--"

Hearing this sentence, Leonard immediately reacted and stepped aside.

In fact, there are many people, most of them are families, and there are only five or six single men who form households alone.

Seventy-five was carrying his luggage, and now he was on the sidelines, waiting for the administrator to finish his work.

After a while, after sorting things out, the old administrator continued:

"Now, take the wooden signs in your hands, go to get your own clothes, and take a serious shower!"

With that said, the old administrator turned around, looked at the crowd and said:

"Don't tell me that I dare not take a bath. His Majesty the King has called for it for several years. You should all be able to accept it now!"