Chapter 363: Condolences

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The busy time of farming is always difficult, and after a month, after clearing nearly 10,000 acres of land, Leonard is much easier.

By this time, it was June, and even in Ireland, the weather was already a little unbearable.

Ireland is rainy and the air is humid, and this sultry weather is even more uncomfortable.

But Leonard didn't care so much and, together with other immigrants, began to build his own house.

Thatched huts have always been a place for the poor in China.

If anyone has ever traveled to England, they will find that this kind of thatched hut is the exclusive property of the rich, and the poor cannot afford to live in it.

The thatched houses characteristic of ancient England are not only expensive to maintain in modern times, but also the British government has also listed such houses as cultural heritage and issued laws to protect them.

At present, this thatched hut is still the exclusive property of the poor.

Of course, the people who came to Ireland were all English, and the houses they made were naturally English.

First of all, Leonard selected the longer ones from the harvested rye and wheat straw and took them home.

As for the straw, Sir John had it piled up into a pile of straw for the immigrants to sift through.

When Leonard came, the whole drying ground, the newcomers who came with him, and the newcomers who came last month, came here and screened them.

Fortunately, there were a lot of wheat fields harvested this time, and Leonard had enough straw to sift.

The criteria for screening should be relatively long, and the thickness is moderate, and if it is too coarse or too long, it will not work.

After hugging several times, Leonard returned home and knitted with his wife.

His daughter and son also watched with interest, curiously at the uninterrupted activity of their parents' hands.

Leonard was originally from a civilian background, and he was quite skilled in this kind of work.

First of all.

These straws of similar length should be put together, woven and woven into straw mats.

Then layer by layer it is draped on the beams of the house that has been built, layer after layer, and then compacted.

It's not like we stack them on top of each other.

How so? This thatched hut in England requires a weaving skill and then a hat is put on the house.

If you look at it, it looks like a child wearing a warm hat in winter, and it is round.

For example, on the window, the thatch becomes a semi-circle, which acts as a kind of shelter in front of the window.

The walls are white, and with a chimney, it looks very cute.

This kind of thatched house, because the thatch of the roof is relatively light, and has better sealing, the structure is very firm, and it is loved by the farmers at the bottom.

Basically, this kind of thatched house will not be in condition for decades, and only needs to dry the thatch on the roof for a few years.

In this way, in half a month, on the allotted foundation, a thatched house belonging to Leonard's family took shape.

As for the disadvantage, it is easy to catch fire.

But in Ireland, where the weather is rainy and humid, this thatched hut is most suitable.

At the time when his house was built, other immigrants also built their own houses, and the whole town of Wenger seemed to be even more lively.

In the moment of harvest and pleasure, in addition to grazing, the settlers of Wengertown were much more relaxed, and at this moment, the good news came: the theatre troupe from London was coming to perform here.

Hearing the news, the whole town of Wenger was in a hurry, and in this era of lack of entertainment, enjoying drama is a favorite activity for the common people at the bottom.

It is said that Sir John, who had always had a cold face, heard the news and stopped riding his horse, and hurried back to enjoy this rare amusement.

Leonard's family was delighted.

After the ups and downs, even the Catholic faith could not be blessed and worshipped, which made their family extremely uncomfortable.

Finally settled in this part of Ireland, the busy life came to an abrupt halt, and at this time, the heart was empty and desperate to be released.

The arrival of the theatre troupe made them happy and eager to see the theatre performances from London.

In the whole British-occupied area, i.e., the colonial settlement, Dublin was not allowed to build any Catholic churches, nor were any Catholic priests allowed to preach.

In this regard, most of the immigrants who have experienced such a turbulent life will turn to Anglican and become Protestants after they have not been comforted by a pastor.

The Leonards, on the other hand, were much more determined in their beliefs than ordinary people, and still believed in Catholicism and abandoned Protestantism.

In this regard, the major colonial strongholds will not persecute them, and various measures will be taken to imperceptibly influence.

For example, only immigrants who believed in the Anglican sect had the opportunity to enter the colonial upper class and become human beings.

For example, the daily rations of those who believe in Anglicanism will be two tiers higher than those of Catholics.

All these methods, combined with the brainwashing activities carried out in the various colonial strongholds, made most Catholics, within a few months, believe in Anglicanism.

For those pro-British tribes, Dublin demanded that it should not be mandatory, but subtly influenced to make these Irish tribes become real English.

As for the ordinary and hostile tribes, the colony strongholds were captured, reduced to slavery, and even sold.

The absence of Irish slaves in Wenger is due to its location at the southernmost tip of the Ulster province, which makes it much more dangerous than other strongholds.

Therefore, at present, Sir John has not carried out an active attack, and the strength of Wenger Town is still too weak compared to the nearby tribes, so it can only be defensive and protect this pioneering land.

On June 3rd, around three o'clock in the afternoon, the sky cleared, and the wet weeds were happily gnawed by the cattle and sheep, and the earth was full of cheerful breath.

The same is true for Wenger Town.

In front of the square in front of the church, the immigrants sat on large tables and benches in front of the high platform that had been built, and when they looked down from above, they were densely packed with human heads, some large and some small, which made people look nervous.

The actors, who had already put on their costumes, performed seriously on the high stage without the slightest hint of nervousness.

At this time, the famous play "Henry VII" was being performed on the high stage.

The young man dressed as Henry VII, with a calm face, engaged in a series of battles of wits and courage with the king of France at that time, and then led the French mercenaries of 2,000 people in spoils, thus opening the road to the crown.

The actor who plays Charles VIII is an old man who looks muddled and cunning, making the audience angry and laughing, and the air is filled with the factor of happiness.

And Wenger Town stayed, Sir John, who was also in high spirits, looking up, his eyes did not blink much, and he looked fascinated.