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The weather in Cambridgeshire is about the same as in London, or rather, throughout England, and fickle is the best adjective.

Sitting on the cushion of the carriage, Lemmer heard the sound of the rain ticking in his ears, and how could he sleep when he was driving on the muddy road, and the carriage swayed from side to side from side to side?

After five days of travel, he and his companions on their way to Cambridgeshire came to Cambridgeshire, where they met with the Magistrate, the Lieutenant of Cambridgeshire, and His Excellency the Magistrate.

After presenting the central decree he had brought, he enjoyed a sumptuous dinner from Cambridge, and the next day he rode in a horse-drawn carriage to South Cambridge, where he would work for the next few years.

Speaking of Cambridgeshire, it is divided into five parts: Cambridge City, South Cambridgeshire, East Cambridgeshire, Huntingdon, and Finland.

The largest city in Cambridgeshire is not Cambridge, but Peterborough, the borough.

And the South Cambridgeshire he was about to go to, no, it should be called the South Cambridge Thousand Households District now, it was mainly agricultural, and it was the most inconspicuous and ordinary one in Cambridgeshire.

Therefore, Lemire, who could not continue to rest, could only close his eyes and begin to think about how to start his next life.

For a long time, England was largely self-governing at the local level, and it was a troublesome thing for outsiders to intervene, even if he was nominally appointed by the king, and His Majesty did have the right to appoint him.

But, nominally, always nominal, if you want to make it a reality, the resistance you will receive is unimaginable.

The simplest one, language, gave Lemire a more intuitive understanding of the difficulties he was about to face.

In Cambridge, he could also communicate in English with the county magistrates and county lieutenants, after all, as a high-ranking person, they had to understand the language of the London area, otherwise how could they communicate with His Majesty the King, could it be in Latin?

South Cambridge, on the other hand, is that although the language is still basically Anglo-Saxon, some words and slang are completely localized, and you can't communicate with them without studying them carefully for a while, let's just say dialects.

Therefore, in the face of such a scene, everyone will have a headache.

The thought was slow, but the time outside passed quickly, and in less than a moment, Lemmer felt like this, and soon, he felt the halt of the carriage.

"Sir, South Cambridge has arrived!" Outside the carriage, the groom's deep voice came in.

"Okay, I got it!" Lemuel agreed softly.

He got up, lifted the curtain, the groom outside the door consciously held his arm, he smiled slightly, nodded, and with a touch of his right foot, his whole body quickly came down.

Feel the soft ground under your feet, look at the sparse weeds, the green fields, the children playing, the drizzle falling from the sky, and the familiar smell of earth in the air, this smell is very pleasant.

Lemmier's eyes narrowed, the corners of his mouth curled slightly, and his body slowly relaxed.

At this time, a child dragged his long nose, dressed in a ragged linen dress with a large hole, and came over with some fear, and while sucking the snot that he was reluctant to drop, he asked with a tender throat:

"Where are you going, sir?" The little kid looked up, stared at his face with round eyes, and asked timidly and softly.

Of course, this was Lemire's own guess, and he only heard the words where to go and sir.

"I've come to Sir Fisher, do you know where his house is?"

Seeing a small dot pop up in front of him, Lemuel smiled with what he thought was kind and kind, bent down, and asked softly.

Of course, for Lemire's pure London accent, the little kid is also confused, but fortunately, most of them are the same, especially the word "Sir Fisher" he emphasized, the little kid can still hear it clearly.

"There, the biggest one—" The little kid rubbed his nose and pursed his lips, pointing his thumbs behind him.

Although Lemuel couldn't understand what he was talking about, he followed the direction of his finger and turned to look:

In the middle of a group of dilapidated mud houses, a bright house made of bricks and wood, standing out like a flock, facing the slightest drizzle, looks extraordinarily luxurious and extravagant.

Such a house is in line with Sir Fisher's identity, and he is also confused, and with Sir Fisher's identity, he is naturally the richest man in South Cambridge.

Laughing at himself in his heart, Lemuel turned his head, glanced at the little kid with round eyes, smiled slightly, without a trace of gratitude, purely when he saw the little kid, he remembered his son who was still nursing.

The little boy looked up and stared blankly at the big man who had come in the carriage, especially his big black horse, which really resembled Sir Fischer's house, really resembled.

The little boy watched as Lemire boarded the same carriage as Sir Fisher, and was dragged to Fisher's house by a horse like Sir Fischer's.

And so, the little boy stood in the drizzle, and the big horse of Sir Fisher's house, full of head, grinned happily and smiling.

Lemire re-boarded the carriage, and did not care about the little boy who remained still, and was organizing his upcoming conversation with Sir Fisher.

After a while, Lemire felt that the carriage had come to a gentle road, and his ass felt a lot better.

Soon, the carriage also came to a slow stop, and without the coachman's reminder, he got up very consciously, lifted the curtain, and stepped out of the carriage.

And in front of the carriage, a well-dressed gray-haired old man came by, and looking at his fine clothes and energetic appearance, Lemire knew that he was Sir Fisher, the largest squire in South Cambridgeshire.

A slight glance at the somewhat smooth crown of his head, Lemuel greeted him with a kind smile on his face.

"Your Excellency, it's a pleasure to meet you!" Lemuel took the lead in facing his future boss and began to humbly bend down to say hello.

"Mr. Lemuel, it's a real pleasure, I heard that you are coming, I have already asked people to prepare a banquet, please come with me!"

Sir Fisher smiled with satisfaction at Lemire's uproar, he thought that this young man from London, young and vigorous, wanted to fight with him, and Sir Fisher was a little relieved to see him like this.

Sir Fisher made a gesture of please, parallel to Lemire, and as he walked, he introduced him to the specifics of South Cambridge.

"We have a total of fifteen hundred-household districts in South Cambridge, and the output is only rye, and there is no output that can make money, and it has been so poor for hundreds of years!"

At this, Sir Fisher looked happy.

"Now that the price of grain is getting higher and higher, we will not be the richest place in Cambridgeshire in a few years, Mr. Lemire, you have come to a good time!"

As he spoke, Sir Fischer turned his head and looked at Lemire, looking like you were very lucky.

"This is really good news, South Cambridge is beyond my expectations!"

Lemuel was also happy, which was indeed an unexpected joy.

He originally thought it was a poor country, but who knows, he looked away, and the next few years, life was much better.