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got up early, Leonard looked out the foggy window, and then looked at his wife, who was also dressed, and laughed softly:

"Anna, it's a good day today, I'm afraid I'm going to be busy again!"

In the more than a month since coming here in Ireland, Leonard has become accustomed to life here.

Unlike the comfort and stability of England, Wenger Town is full of busyness and danger.

Even in broad daylight, not many people dared to leave their places of residence five miles away, and although the Irish tribes there were close to England, their safety was still not guaranteed.

Traps, wild wolves, and all sorts of venomous snakes and spiders are enough to terrify the people of the mild, well-frequented towns.

According to the rumors Leonard heard from the old man, even last year, the tribes that were still hostile to them in broad daylight came to raid, causing many deaths of immigrants.

So, although Leonard was a little uncomfortable, he was glad in his heart: fortunately, he came here this year, God forbid!

By this time, his busy and fulfilling work had taken up most of his time, and he had no time to worry about religious beliefs.

"Leonard, be careful, remember to run when you encounter danger!"

His wife, Anna, with a hint of worry on her face, said softly.

"Nothing, Anna!" Leonard kissed her forehead and comforted.

"Today, there are left-behind adults leading the militia to protect them, and the chance of encountering danger is very small!"

With that, Leonard put on his coat, gently opened the door, and walked out.

Before leaving, he walked to his daughter and son's room, took a nostalgic look, and then left firmly.

When he first arrived, after a few days, because he was literate, he was lucky not to go to the land and do heavy work like other immigrants.

Instead, he was assigned to the kind administrator as an assistant.

It is easy to settle accounts, record things with a pen, run errands, and supervise the work of immigrants.

Today, however, the rye harvest season has recently been the season, and grain is the most important product in barren Ireland.

Every six months, Sir John would leave Dublin with the grain he had harvested, not only to pay his taxes, but also to exchange large quantities of necessities such as iron and weapons and salt with the royal merchants.

The pro-British Irish tribes would come to Wenge with animal skins, sheep and cattle to exchange food, salt, and cloth for their daily needs.

Therefore, May and October are the important harvest seasons every year, when everyone has to put down their work and devote themselves to the harvest.

Sir John and dozens of men constantly patrolled the area around the farmland to prevent any animals and rival tribes from raiding.

Leaving his humble house, Leonard went to the threshing floor, the square in the center of Wenger, where the grain was dried and the Anglican mission.

Along the way, Leonard greeted or greeted familiar people, and Wenger was much friendlier to the new assistant under the administrator.

After walking nearly half a mile, Leonard came to the barn, by which time the fog had dissipated, revealing the sun in the sky.

One after another, people came to gather here, and after a cursory glance, there were about a thousand people, many of whom were strong women.

His wife, Anna, was arranged to spin wool because she was unfamiliar.

By the time the fog had completely disappeared, all those involved in the harvest had arrived, and Sir John had arrived with dozens of militiamen.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the more than a month from today is the busiest period in Wenge Town, harvesting grain, clearing the wasteland and growing grain, it is your task!"

Sir John stood in front of him with a high spirit, mobilizing with a loud voice.

"Whether it is a new immigrant or an old immigrant, you have to work, you must know that this is working for His Majesty the King, and you are also paying off your debts, and in ten years, you will get your own land, and then you can truly be free!"

"Remember, the prerequisite for freedom is to work hard!"

After some mobilization, Sir John rode his horse and slowly led the way with the militia.

They followed him and left Wenger Town to the ripe rye fields outside the town, where the ears of wheat were so heavy that they looked delightful.

Pale brown ears of wheat are the characteristic of rye, and thousands of acres of rye fields, from a distance, are a magnificent gray patch.

Rye comes from its name, not its appearance, because its flour is black.

Leonard went to the stewardship and received a sickle, and with the steward's assignment, with nine other men, came to a wheat field, which was large in size, about ten acres.

It's their day's work, and it can seem even heavy.

However, there is an advantage that the town provides three meals in unlimited quantities, and from time to time, they also bring some mutton soup to replenish their physical strength.

Bending down and looking at the rye, which was about three feet high, Leonard understood that the land was quite fertile, and the wheat stalks were so high after only a few years of cultivation.

And you know, in England, rye grown on medium land does not necessarily grow so well, which shows that this land is very good.

With the scythe in hand, Leonard, along with nine others, began a life of labor.

What seemed like a simple thing was a lot of work to do, and by the end of the morning, his hands were red and swollen, and even his skin was broken and bleeding.

His arms were sore and painful as if they had been tied to a stone, and his waist was even more sore.

When you have lunch, you can take a break to relieve your tired body.

With the wooden bowl in hand, Leonard, along with other immigrants, came to the river next to the cultivated land, and was about to scoop water to quench his thirst, but there were already people stopping there beside the small river, forbidding him to scoop water.

And slowly, dozens of people gathered by the river, and Leonard saw that they were all new immigrants, and the atmosphere slowly became tense.

After a busy morning, they were not even allowed to drink water, which was so unreasonable, and everyone endured the fatigue of their bodies and quietly protested.

"Ladies and gentlemen, according to the rules, all immigrants are not allowed to drink the river water!"

The interceptor did not get nervous at all when he saw the newcomers gather, but instead shouted loudly and calmly.

"Why can't you drink water?" "I'm dying of thirst!" ……

The chatter rang out.

"After a while, someone will bring cold boiled water from the town, and everyone can drink it to their heart's content, so let's take a break from the time! After all, there is only one hour to rest at noon! ”