With the actions of the intelligence services, especially the actions of the palace intelligence service, which focused on domestic execution, Hampshire was suddenly in shambles.

Led by the Hampshire magistrate and the overseer, plus some officials and merchants, a total of more than 100 people were assigned to Ireland.

Fortunately, with the official admission examination going on for many years, England's officials are almost saturated.

The departure of a large number of officials in Hampshire has excited those middle-level officials, and England has not had a county-level official taken down for a long time, so it is not known how many official positions will be vacated.

Therefore, the next day, the cabinet drew up a list of posts to serve in Hampshire, and the loss of a large number of officials did not bring any turmoil to Hampshire.

The Hampshire incident once again proved the control of the crown over the United Kingdom, and His Majesty's prestige in the officialdom became more and more prominent.

The central government, on the other hand, acquiesced in His Majesty's actions, and then took advantage of the opportunity to strengthen the power of the central government, appointing and dismissing those who were more obedient.

Finally, in the years since the establishment of the cabinet, it has gradually used its own advantages to slowly plunder local rights and continuously increase the prestige of the central government.

It can be said that, given the principle that the butt determines the head, it is a natural law that cabinet ministers naturally begin to strengthen the power of the central government and deprive the local authorities.

His Majesty the King is pleased to see this, and centralization is the trend in Europe at this time.

In order to solve the situation of saturation of officials, His Majesty the King set his sights on France.

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In the early spring of March, on the dry ground outside the city of Rouen, some weeds had grown on the ground that had been covered with corpses, revealing a little greenery, and no one could have imagined that half a year ago, this place was still full of corpses and rivers of blood.

In the wheat fields outside the city, thanks to the armistice of Rouen, the winter wheat sown in the autumn seems to be growing well through human fertilizer, and has shown an attractive green color, if nothing else, a good year.

In a village twenty miles outside the city of Rouen, there are about 20 households, and the smoke rises, the barking of dogs, the crowing of chickens, and the green vegetables behind the houses.

However, a half-brick house in the middle of the village is the only one in the village, and it is also the most spacious and bright house, which stands out from the many thatched huts.

This is the meeting hall of the village, an important place for the village chief to gather all the villagers to discuss important matters, and it is also the barn for the wheat harvest in the village, so it can be said that this is the most important place in the village.

And today, the village chief Moss has a bitter face, and the wrinkles on his face seem to have become a blooming chrysanthemum, revealing a lot of troubles.

On his side, an old man with a white beard was the oldest man in the village, and he was very prestigious.

Sitting on the other side was a man in his thirties, with a strong figure and thick arms, and most conspicuously, his left sleeve was empty.

He is a mercenary who used to wander and came back after losing his arm, and has always been the object of admiration of the young people in the village, and he is also the most powerful fighting force in the village.

"Originally, we thought that the war was over, and the days would be peaceful again, who knows, the rebel army has strengthened all the stocks, resulting in our granary has bottomed out, how will we live in the next few months?"

Moss, the village chief, glanced at the few bags of wheat on the side and sighed mournfully.

"Moss, we have to find a way, in a few months, we will always get through, it's just a big deal to starve a few more people!"

When the gray-bearded old man heard this, he looked down on him, but he still glared at him and said loudly.

"Moss! We can't give up! Pi Wei, who had a broken arm, hurriedly echoed, waved his strong right arm, and said forcefully: "Otherwise, I will take the young people in the village to hunt together, anyway, those noble lords can't control us, the English can say, allow us to go into the forest to hunt and replenish food!" ”

As a result of the long war, agriculture suffered heavy losses, and the peasants did not have grain in their hands.

In order to stabilize his rule and to reinstate the population, the new governor of Normandy issued a decree allowing farmers to freely enter and hunt in the forest before the wheat was harvested.

"No, who knows how long England will be able to occupy it, I have heard the old man in the village say before that the English only occupied it for a few months and then ran away!" The white-bearded old man hurriedly glared at Pi Wei, who had a broken arm, and scolded, his face turned pale with anger.

"The aristocratic lord's methods, you don't know it, if we do this, it will be a disaster for the entire village!"

The old man sighed and closed his eyes, as if he was remembering the cruel methods of the noble lords, and his face trembled uncontrollably.

In this way, the topic ended here, and the three people sitting there were suddenly at a loss, worried about the survival of the entire village.

At this time, suddenly some villagers said that several old men from the city of Rouen had come.

Moss, the village chief, walked out of the village with a puzzled expression, and walked out to welcome the old men from the city of Rouen.

When I came to the village, I saw a middle-aged man with a long beard and a pointed face, he was the little tax collector in the city of Rouen - Florent, every year as soon as the wheat was harvested, he led his subordinates to collect taxes from village to village, and he hated it to the extreme.

At this time, he was facing an Englishman with a flattering face, smiling, bent over, and indescribably respectful on his face.

"Honorable Lord Florent, and a few honorable adults, I am the village chief Moss, may I ask, is there anything I can serve?" Moss couldn't figure out the situation, so he could only bow his head respectfully, walk up to the old acquaintance, and ask softly.

Florent, who had been a tax collector, looked apologetically at a young man beside him, and then said proudly:

"Moss, tell you, this is Thomas of Rouen. Lord Befort, from now on, dozens of nearby villages, including you, are under the control of this lord, and you must obey his orders! ”

"Yes, my lord, that's as it should be!" When Moss heard this, he was immediately a little frightened, and he hurriedly saluted the Englishman respectfully.

"Don't say that, I'm just a humble petty official to the King and His Excellency the Governor, and I've only been entrusted to take charge of this new land that has joined the kingdom!"

When Moss heard this, he dared to look up and take a serious look.

The young man who spoke was no more than twenty-five or sixteen years old, with dark blue eyes, a high nose, long black hair, and decent clothes, he looked like a nobleman.

"My lord! Excuse me, what is your family? Moss asked.

"Why do you ask this?" The young man looked at the village chief in front of him who had answered appropriately, and after hearing this, he couldn't help but be a little surprised.

"Knowing your family, I can proclaim your rule to the villagers so that they know where they belong!"

"There is no need for this, I am just an official, on behalf of His Majesty the King to govern you, I am not a nobleman!"