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Norfolk is a county in the northeast of England and the easternmost county by the sea.

It is a low-lying area, with dense rivers and lakes, a sparsely populated area, many royal domains, and is economically dominated by agriculture.

It can be said that Norfolk is a sparsely populated area, which has a lot to do with the topography here.

The swamp village is the biggest distinguishing feature of this.

Marsh Village, as the name suggests, next to the village, has a large swamp, and the whole village is located next to the swamp.

The whole village has a population of more than 100 people, more than 300 acres of cultivated land, and life is miserable, not a knight or knight is here, only a squire called Martin is here.

At the same time, he also serves as the village chief.

The whole village lives a life of sunrise and sunset, calm and harmonious.

If anything, they were most troubled by the marriage of men and women in the village.

At present, there are 36 adult males and only 11 adult females in the whole village, and several women are married to other villages and do not want to stay in the village.

The swamp village is too poor, there are more than 100 people, only more than 300 acres of land, and they can only barely fill half of their fill, and it is very difficult to eat enough.

They were the only one in the entire swamp village, within fifty miles of the neighborhood, and if they wanted to go to the nearest town, they had to walk a hundred miles for two or three days.

The woman is unwilling to marry, and the young man can only beat the single.

For everyone in the village, the big swamp next to the village is full of resentment.

Their biggest dream is to turn "greatest Fen" into "greatest level" and the big swamp into a big flat.

On this very day, Martin, the largest landowner and squire, who owned more than a hundred acres of land, was sitting at the gate of his house, looking at the endless swamp in front of him, and he sighed for a long time.

As a squire, especially as a squire in the swamp village, his greatest wish at present is to raze the swamp in front of him to the ground and turn it into a piece of arable land, and then their family will prosper and become a famous squire in the county, and maybe even become a gentleman, participate in politics, and be famous in the whole county.

However, it had been thirty years since his father's generation, and this wish had never been fulfilled and could not have been fulfilled.

So, living in this remote place, he could not leave his homeland, and he could only wander in a daze, praying to God to grant his wishes.

With his eyes slightly closed, enjoying the rare sunlight, he felt warm and comfortable all over his body.

At this moment, a man in short clothes and bare feet, with messy hair, ran over with neat steps, and when he saw Martin, he immediately stopped.

"Lord Martin, Lord Martin!" He looked at Martin in front of him and couldn't help but call out urgently.

Hearing someone call himself, Martin immediately opened his eyes, glanced at it, and then said leisurely: "Old Laer, don't go to your farm work, why are you running here and yelling, don't you know that I'm basking in the sun, master?" ”

As soon as he saw that it was his tenant Lahr, Martin was a little angry and scolded.

"Master, ahead, a group of people came ahead, a large group of people!"

Old Ral gestured with his hands and said hurriedly to Martin.

"What? Someone, a large group of people? Martin couldn't believe it, he was so remote here, how could anyone still come here, this is against common sense!

There must be something, eighty percent is not a good thing, I have to be careful.

Martin thought silently in his heart.

"You go and call all the people in the village, and come with me to see what is going on?"

Martin's first choice was to flee immediately, but he thought that his property and family were in the village, and he couldn't escape.

At this time, it is better to face it, anyway, there are more than 100 people in the village, and a few people who have participated in the militia and fought with His Majesty the King, what are you afraid of?

"Yes, sir!" Old Ral agreed, and then, barefooted in the mud, ran into the village, shouting and screaming.

In less than ten minutes, the whole village obeyed Lord Martin's orders and set out in unison, men, women, and children with all kinds of farm tools, and rushed over with great vigour.

Even the little kid who could just walk was not far behind, dragging a handful of snot, revealing a toothpick-like ***, flicking the ground, and the little short legs staggered to follow the big team and walked over.

Seeing this, Master Martin's heart immediately puffed up, and he took small steps and led the whole team forward for a hundred feet, and then stopped and waited quietly.

In front of the swamp village, about half a mile (eight hundred meters), a group of people, riding horses and pulling carts, two or three hundred people, walked over with some talk and laughter.

At this distance, the villagers in front of them can already be reached.

"Mr. Coleman, is there a swamp village ahead?"

At the front of the large procession, a young man on a horse asked softly to the side, a middle-aged man who was also riding a horse.

This man is in his twenties, wearing high-end linen clothes, with a slender body and a short beard on his lips, which looks like a shrewd and capable image.

"My lord, there's a swamp village ahead, we can go there and take a break!"

The middle-aged man lowered his head slightly and said respectfully to the young man.

"In that case, that's good!" The young man's face finally showed a hint of relief.

God knows, he rushed from London to Norfolk, and then here, non-stop, really tired enough.

And the middle-aged man on the side also slowly breathed a sigh of relief.

He had been living in the county hall with pampering, and this time he was tired of following this young man named Hebury to this remote ghost place.

But, who called this his mission, and it was also his duty, and he had to follow it!

More than 300 people, walking with people and cars, are getting closer and closer to the villagers.

Seeing the more than 100 people in front of him, Hebury became a little confused for a while.

Seeing this, Coleman straightened his stomach, rode his horse, and walked out of the group.

"Hey! Are you from Swamp Village? Coleman asked, looking condescendingly at Martin's group.

"Yes, may I ask who you are?" Martin looked at the well-dressed man in front of him on horseback, and then looked at the large group of hundreds of people behind him, hesitated for a moment, and then timidly raised his head and replied softly:

"Yes, may I ask who you are?"

"I'm from the Construction Hall of Norwich!" He craned his neck and said proudly, and then, having remembered something, he pointed to Hebury behind him and introduced:

"This is a lord from London, who has come here on the orders of His Majesty the King! Be well entertained! ”

Coleman bent down gently as he introduced Hebury behind him, and introduced loudly.

And Martin, who was surprised when he heard Norwich, was confused when he heard London again, and his heart was about to explode.

Hebury, who was introduced, straightened his back and raised his chin higher.