Chapter 337 My Town


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    His Excellency the Governor reconciled a bit, and the leaders of many strongholds were also polite.


    Sir John, who proposed at the beginning, was targeted by everyone in the end, and received the least share—seventy-five people.


    However, His Excellency the Governor, who knew his identity, took good care of him. Most of them were adults. Although there were quite a few women, women could still be used as soldiers in emergencies.


    With a smile on his face, Sir John nodded goodbye with many strongholds before the spoils conference ended.


    At this time, Lemire came over, he nced at Sir John who was a little unhappy, and said in a friendly tone:


    "Mr. Sir, I really can''t help you today, everyone is a little impulsive!"


    Looking at this middle-aged man with obvious good intentions, Sir John restrained his smirk, shook his head sincerely, and said:


    "It''s because I was too impulsive, I still have to suffer, and it''s good to have a good memory!"


    As he said that, he looked at the middle-aged man who took the initiative to show his favor. He knew that this was another stronghold left by Lemire Watson. Although he didn''t know what his purpose was, it belonged to the left behind. Damn ce, friendship is still necessary.


    "Mr. Watson, are you free now?"


    Hearing this sentence, Lemir couldn''t help but feel happy, but replied calmly.


    "Of course, my sir, what can you do?"


    Lemire continued the conversation logically, casting questioning eyes as he spoke.


    "Nothing, I just have some questions, but they haven''t been resolved. You are in a different environment, and I''m afraid you can give me different suggestions!"


    Sir John smiled and made a look of asking for advice.


    "Okay, it happens that I can also learn from you, and I have some doubts!"


    Lemiel also seemed to agree, and responded very modestly.


    Under the surprised eyes of others, the two went together to drink in a pub in Dublin.


    ...


    Time is always short. On the second day, Sir John stroked his drowsy head and shook it unconsciously.


    "Oh! I drank too much yesterday, and my head hurts!"


    "However, I have gained a lot, at least I am an ally!"


    Although his head hurts, Sir John still showed a satisfied smile. He was satisfied with yesterday''s harvest.


    It has been nearly a year since I came here. The original stronghold, which was only the size of a vige, has berger andrger. At present, it has be a small town.


    The number of immigrants in the small town is less than a thousand, and the surrounding tribes are surrounded by circles. The closer to the town, the closer the rtionship, and the deeper the Anglicization.


    This time he came out, he had to go back sooner, after all, he brought out nearly one-third of the people.


    Feeling the fog on his face and the somewhat blurred road, while riding his horse, Sir John looked back at the convoy pulling arge amount of goods, feeling a little anxious in his heart.


    Although there are not many seventy-five people, most of them are with their families. Especially in recent months, immigrants basicallye from one household, so there are a lot of messy things, and dozens of tbed trucks have to be built , pulling the elderly and children, and saluting.


    Of course, there are the most important supplies.


    Irndcks everything, iron, weapons, salt, cloth, and some shortage of wheat, which are all needed in his stronghold.


    These materials are not only for the stronghold’s own use, but also for exchanging materials with the tribes that have made friends with them.


    Thirty miles away from Dublin, two hundred militiamen rode vigntly on their horses, their bows and arrows must not and could not be released from their hands.


    Ennd''s rule in Dublin, Irnd, can only be maintained within a radius of 30 miles. If it is outside the range, there will be any danger.


    The hateful wildlings shoot a poisoned arrow from the forest from time to time, or make a small-scale surprise attack, which is hard to guard against.


    Of course, this is much better than before.


    In the past year, various strongholds have fully blossomed, attracting the attention of most tribes, and the environment in Dublin has improved a lot.


    Sir John''s face was also a little nervous, he was wearing a silk underwear, covered with ayer of leather armor.


    Thanks to theck of horses in Irnd, even though Sir John felt that the speed was very slow, the whole team was still traveling at a speed of twenty miles per hour.


    Starting from 6:00 am to around 4:00 pm, when it was already dark, a group of people arrived at this stronghold and walked more than two hundred miles.


    "It''s here~" "It''s finally here—"


    The militiamen shouted excitedly, rejoicing that the journey was safe.


    What appeared in front of everyone was a small town surrounded by thick fences, and a small river flowed through it. From a distance, through the gaps in the fence, there were faint figures, and it seemed that there were a lot of people.


    The entire town is in the shape of adder, with only one exit, which is muchrger than the ruralndowner''s manor.


    On the outskirts of the town, green shoots sprouted from the plowed fields everywhere, showing vitality.


    Near the gate of the fence, a group of militiamen guarded it, and no one was allowed toe or go unless there were special orders.


    Seeing his own territory, Sir John finally showed a smile on his face.


    He steered the horse to turn around, and said to the new immigrants on the horse and in the car:


    "This is my town - Wenger, and it is also where you will live in the future."


    The immigrants looked at the simple cottage in front of them, and at the family members around them, they had no choice but to ept it.


    It is not bad to have a safe ce to live. In their minds, they thought they lived directly in the wilderness.


    "There is still a lot of open space here, I will divide thend for you to build houses, and divide thend for farming!"


    Bringing the immigrants into the town, Sir John pointed to the empty tnd and said to the immigrants.


    "However, thend is not free, you need to spend money to buy it, if you don''t have money, you need to deduct it from your future sry!"


    "By the way, from now on, if you work here, whether it''s plowing thend, or shepherding sheep, or doing other things, half of all ie will be handed over to me!"


    "Everything here belongs to His Majesty the King, this is His Majesty''snd, this is something you must understand!"


    Sir John stared fiercely at the new immigrant, speaking very domineeringly,pletely ignoring the feelings of the immigrant.


    At this time, the immigrants took a closer look. Although the entire town isrge in scale, the buildings only ounted for nearly one-third of the scale, and the rest was empty.


    As for their arrival, the other immigrants seemed to be familiar with it. After taking a look, they went about their own business very indifferently.