My British Empire

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The man was not very polite in his speech, but rather arrogant, which made everyone quite unhappy.

However, Huluopingyang, even if he had been a high-ranking official in England, he was just a small immigrant here.

Killing them is not much trouble than killing a sheep.

Therefore, the group of new immigrants who had been staying for more than a month already knew the current environment they were in, muttered a few words, and dispersed on their own.

Seeing this, the speaker raised his chin even more, as if he wanted to pierce the sky directly.

Seeing this, Leonard tactfully dispersed and returned to his resting position.

Sitting on the ground, Leonard couldn't stay idle. Like other immigrants, he took another palm-sized black bread and ate it in small bites, as if he wanted to turn grief and anger into strength.

However, today's food is really good.

In normal times, each household can only receive a prescribed amount of bread, and it is once every three days.

In this way, they can barely fill their stomachs. If they want to eat, they have to pay the debts and taxes that should be paid after they are divided into the fields. The rest is their harvest.

In this unlimited time period, even the bread is rarely mixed with stones, so there is no need to worry about breaking your teeth carefully.

Moreover, these breads are all made in the morning. Unlike the stick-like long bread, this bread is somewhat soft and only the size of a palm, and it looks appetizing.

Thinking about it, Leonard ate all the bread in his hand, and his stomach became more and more swollen, and he felt much more comfortable.

It's a pity that he was sent to Ireland from the mayor of a city. In more than a month, he didn't have enough to eat. It was a difficult life for him.

But today, he finally had a full meal. At this moment, his heart was filled with a sense of happiness, which seemed to last for a long time.

After a while, the feeling of fullness passed, and he felt that his mouth was thirsty, so he turned his head and looked in the direction of the town.

Like him, the new immigrants also looked eager to see through, licking their dry lips from time to time, obviously everyone was already thirsty.

To Leonard's surprise, the group of old immigrants were eating bread in small bites, leisurely, without any sense of rush.

Seeing this, Leonard didn't know that his group was too impatient.

"Dude, I have something to ask!!" Leonard moved a few steps, and said to an old immigrant in his thirties who was eating bread in the same group next to him.

The old immigrant squinted at him, took a bite of the bread, and said unhurriedly, "Yes, but I don't know much!"

"Why did your lord ask us to drink only hot water? Forbid us to drink river water!"

The neutral tone made Leonard a little embarrassed, but he couldn't bear the curiosity in his heart, so he still asked.

"Oh! This matter is not what Mr. Left behind meant, but the ban issued by the Governor of Dublin, which does not allow immigrants to drink unheated cold water.

At the beginning, some people ignored the ban and took a few sips secretly. As a result, most of those people had diarrhea and high fever, and nearly half of them died!

So, up to now, this ban is obeyed by all Irish immigrants, and they dare not violate it! "

After explaining it, he seemed to feel a little thirsty. He unscrewed the wooden cup on his waist, took a breath, and relaxed his whole body.

"You have no experience, I brought this from home, boiled cold water in advance."

After taking a sip of water beautifully, with a relaxed expression on his face, he said lightly.

"Sir, thank you for your answer!" Leonard replied politely, restrained himself from looking at the longing and unreachable water, and moved back to his seat.

"You're welcome, it's a trivial matter!"

After returning to his place, Leonard held back his thirst and continued to wait.

Soon, a barrel was already cold and ready to be delivered. Leonard hurried to scoop a large bowl with a wooden bowl, and drank it heartily.

In the afternoon, Leonard resumed his work. At around six o'clock in the evening, ten of them completed their tasks and could finally go home to rest.

In this way, more than a thousand people worked hard for ten days before harvesting all the rye.

Then it is dried, rolled in the mill, and made into bread.

Rye straw is very tender and crisp, and is a favorite feed for livestock.

More importantly, straw can also be used to make roofs, which is the most suitable material for these new immigrants. After all, the houses currently allocated are too simple.

Don't think that this is all right, the next step is to sow the second season's seeds on the land that has been fallow for half a year to prepare for the autumn harvest.

Because of the implementation of the three-field system, the fertilizer on the land is not bad, plus some hoarded farmyard manure, so the annual land harvest here in Ireland is still good.

The second season was different. In addition to rye, some turnips, oats, and peas were planted this time. These plants have a relatively strong nitrogen-fixing ability, which is very good for improving the fertility of the land.

The most important thing is turnip. This kind of large-headed plant not only has high yield, but also is a good feed for animals. Its nutritional value is high, and it is most sought after by farmers.

Even at certain moments, it can also serve as a necessary food, and it tastes pretty good and is very popular.

This kind of plant with obvious economic benefits was initially limited to some remote areas in the countryside. If Dark Blade hadn't discovered this plant that could be used as fodder, Edward would not have known about it.

Now that they knew it, they promoted it vigorously, and the English society was skeptical about the recommendation of the king and the government, so Ireland took the lead in planting turnips.

After the planting is completed, it is to spread farmyard manure, mud ash, and silt from various gullies, as well as dead branches and leaves.

Next, it is land reclamation.

The most convenient way is to use fire to burn patches of green grassy land into patches of black land with ashes remaining, which are bare and look extremely ugly.

Because of this kind of barbaric land reclamation, England received the hatred of those Irish who survived by shepherding, and the hatred between the two deepened.

After all, for nomads, grassland is the foundation of their survival, and this kind of destructive behavior is no less than cutting off their lifeblood.

Leonard heard from those old people that last year, there were still close tribes who suddenly attacked them because of the problem of burning wasteland, causing them to lose more than a dozen people.

Then, those bulls with their noses pierced obediently carried copper plows one by one. Under the command of an immigrant, they plowed the dark land in parallel in three rows, turning the hard land over. , By next year, these will be the land they cultivated.

Thinking of this, even though his mood has always been stable, Leonard couldn't help but feel joyful.