ps: I wish you all a happy Mid-Autumn Festival, and by the way, ask for tickets

Lemire got up early in the morning, hugged his two-year-old son, and turned his eyes to his wife, who was busy cleaning up his own salutes, and the atmosphere in the room seemed calm and peaceful in the light of the rising sun.

Looking at her rough and ordinary face, and looking at the lovely son in her arms, Lemuel suddenly felt a little sad for a while.

"Lemire, all right, you-" At this moment, the young wife, who was hunched over, turned and looked at her husband with a sad and lonely expression.

"What are you worried about?" The young wife moved lightly, took a closer look, and asked softly.

"It's nothing, I'm just thinking, after a while, when I stabilize myself, let your mother and son move over!"

Lemure raised his head, smiled slightly, and said to his worried wife.

"Of course, Lemire, our mother and son will always wait for you to send someone to pick us up!"

The young wife wrapped her hands around Lemire's neck, kissed her lips on her son's dancing little hands, and then lifted her neck and said tenderly.

Hearing his wife's words, Lemir's heart was filled with emotion, and his other hand couldn't help but hug her delicate body, getting tighter and tighter.

To tell the truth, Lemire was from a commoner background, and his wife was from a squire family, although there was no land and dilapidated, but he was rich in knowledge and etiquette, and there was never a shortage of suitors around him.

Therefore, the marriage between the two of them was due to her persistence, and Lemire desperately needed to prove himself, improve himself, and become a human being.

This is not only for himself, but also for his family, to be precise, to fight for a surname for his family.

In the current England, commoners only have a first name but no surname, and of course, no one stipulates that commoners cannot have a surname, but the long-standing tradition has cultivated a habit that makes ordinary English people not accustomed to having a surname.

But, as a man of aspirations, Lemuel desperately needed a surname, a surname that belonged to his family in the heraldic bureau.

After a while, glancing nostalgically at his babbling son and tender wife, Lemuel waved his arms vigorously, carried the package on his back, and walked away slowly with firm steps.

After waiting for the carriage on the side of the road for a while, and paying a penny, Lemire made it to the last row, and with a calm face, he thought about his future path.

The other people in the car looked at him dressed uprightly, and then whispered, glancing at him from time to time, not daring to come and disturb.

Everyone in the car knows each other very well, Lemuel is dressed like this, and they are definitely not in the same circle, so why bother to go over and humiliate themselves.

"The city hall has arrived—" the groom shouted, waking up Lemire, who was in solitary silence, before he patted his ass and stepped out of the carriage.

At the same time, in front of the City of London, hundreds of recommenders from various 100 and 1,000 households stood in front of the city, greetings, discussions, voices, and even scolding.

Lemire's arrival did not make the slightest wave, as if there was no such person.

After a while, one after another carriages came in an endless stream, and everyone knew the meaning, and they consciously boarded the carriage, lined up, silently, without a trace of confusion.

Lemire followed the flow and calmly boarded the carriage.

He knew that in the next month, all the people would receive a series of teachings, learn a lot of knowledge, and then conduct audits, and those who passed would go to various places.

At this time, they were wrapped in a thick white piece of paper, stamped with the decree of the Privy Council and the seal of the king.

And in his bosom, there was also one, but this time it was written in both Latin and English:

Mr. Lemire is from London, has a good attitude, is courteous and courteous, and has outstanding ability, and during his term of public office, he has performed well and achieved outstanding results, and hereby on the recommendation of the City of London, with the special approval of the Privy Council (Red Order) and His Majesty's permission (Red Order), he will be appointed as the Governor of the Thousand Households of South Cambridge (formerly South Cambridgeshire, the second level of government).

The men of Cambridgeshire and the South Cambridge Thousand Households shall be guided by the advice of His Majesty the King and the Privy Council, and shall not be contrary to them.

That is to say, if nothing else, Lemuel will be the head of the 100th district, and after a few years, a 1000th district chief is always inevitable!

In this regard, Lemire felt infinitely emotional, if Cambridgeshire acted according to London, then it would be much more powerful.

Thinking about it, Lemuel couldn't help but be excited, this is a good opportunity to change his fate, and I am afraid that he will not be promoted so quickly in the future.

And at this time, the South Cambridge Thousand Households District of Cambridgeshire, which was formerly South Cambridgeshire (the name is really fucking it).

If Cambridgeshire is a county, then South Cambridge is a town, with a population of only about 1,000 people, and it is the liveliest area of South Cambridge.

The respected Sir Fisher had long been the mayor of South Cambridge, and it is recalled that he had been in office for at least ten years.

He was always respected by everyone in the town, and his age and knighthood made his power soar to the skies in South Cambridge.

As for the hundred-household district system divided by Henry VII, although the influence of the local manor on the countryside was dispersed, the power in the hands of those hundred district chiefs still had to be won from the manor by their own ability.

The mayors of the hundred households did not have much power in their hands, even if Sir Fisher only led the South Cambridgeshire (town) and did not have leadership over the other hundred households, but in view of his power and prestige, all the mayors of the hundred households still came.

Fisher, who was in his fifties this year, sat on the chair with a kind face, while a dozen or so heads of hundreds of households bent down slightly, showing respect for him, but their eyes looked him directly in the eyes without the slightest timidity.

After all, there is no direct relationship between the two, one manages the countryside and the other manages the town, and they are not related to each other.

Sir Fisher glanced at all the Hundred District Chiefs present, and when he saw that all of them had arrived, he nodded, and said in a good manner:

"Ladies and gentlemen, Your Excellency invited me to a banquet yesterday!"

"At the banquet, His Excellency the Governor issued a decree of His Majesty the King!"

Speaking of His Majesty, everyone bent down and put on a deaf look.

Seeing this, Sir Fisher nodded with satisfaction, pondered for a while, and continued: "Our South Cambridge Shire will be renamed South Cambridge Thousand Households District, and I will be the first Chief of Thousand Households District, and everyone will continue to be the Mayor of Hundred Households District!" ”