Sima Yuan woke up in a shaking, as a village official who was admitted after graduating from university, he had a dream of leading his hometown to get rid of poverty and become rich, but before the dream could be launched, he encountered a mountain road car accident.

"Where am I?" Sima Yuan sat up, and he found himself lying on a pack wagon, which was full of hay and soft.

"Young Master, are you awake?" There was a little Lori's voice from Sima Yuan's side, and Sima Yuan was startled when he turned his head to look at it, but he was not startled because the little Lori was ugly, on the contrary, this little Lori looked very kawaii, just because Mao was a hairy girl, and the little maid pretended to fit well, but it was a little dirty.

"You, who are you, a foreigner from our village?" Sima Yuan exclaimed, when he blurted out, he found that he was actually speaking a foreign language, but he assured him with his nine-year compulsory education and college career that the cliff was not English.

"Young master, what's wrong with you, it's all Anne's bad, you shouldn't have let you climb the tree, but you didn't listen to my advice at all!" This little Lori with blonde hair saw Sima Yuan talking nonsense, and her anxious blue eyes were full of tears.

"Who am I?" Sima Yuan looked at his palm, and finally realized that something was wrong, he raised his eyes to look over, the cart pulling hay was whipped by the coachman, walking on a muddy country road, but this was by no means the countryside of the Celestial Empire that Sima Yuan was familiar with, because there were no people for miles after walking, only lush forests.

"You're Young Master Bruce of the Locke family!" Little Lori said worriedly.

"The Locke family? Master Bruce? Ah, my head hurts. Sima Yuan hugged his head, he felt that God had really played a big joke on himself, he remembered that the old bus he was riding in had obviously fallen off the cliff, and in the process of rolling, he obviously saw a lightning bolt splitting the mountain cliff from the window.

Immediately after countless memory fragments mixed with Sima Yuan's memories before he crossed over, I am Bruce, the second son of the Locke family. Locke, my father had just died, and my brother, who had inherited the family estate, gave me a barren and remote village, and I kicked out of the house, I wanted to go back, and I wanted to be a great nobleman or even a king on the continent of Dias.

"Young master, young master." Little Lori's name is Annie, the daughter of a distant relative of the Locke family, and she was arranged to study in Locke Manor, but this little Lori always breaks plates or jars, so she is not treated well by Bruce's brother, so she took the opportunity to send Anne to Bruce and take it away.

"But I still have a noble status and a fiefdom of a village." Sima Yuan, who came to his senses, accepted his fate and his own settings, and as an excellent village cadre trained by my D, he immediately began to plan how to use his identity to better integrate.

According to the memory of Bruce, who was only sixteen years old, unless it was a royal family and a large nobleman with a large number of fiefs, the general small and medium-sized nobles gave the family property and land to the eldest son, and few people gave the land to the second son, this is to ensure that the land of the nobles will not become less and less, and the second son can usually only leave the home with a horse and a sword.

"Speaking of which, it's fortunate that the cheap dad left a will, and he must give himself a fief." Sima Yuan, oh no, it's already Bruce lying in the haystack and said with emotion.

"Young master, I heard that the villagers of Greenton are very strong, and they are very barren there, how can Lord James do this?" Little Lori Anne sat next to Bruce, chattering and complaining.

"Be content! Many of the second sons have been out of the house and single-handedly conquered the world, and we are already very good, and besides, managing the village is what I am good at! Bruce didn't care, he picked up the hay stalk pressed under him and put it in his mouth, and his thoughts couldn't help but drift to the front of the crossing, it is not easy to work at the grassroots level, and it is even more difficult for the village officials who settle in the village to do it, and it is really impossible to suppress those villagers without two brushes, let alone implement policies.

"Hmph, Master Bruce, after you fell from the tree, it seems that something has changed, I remember you complained more than I did." Little Lori Anne pouted and said unwillingly, Bruce was kicked out of the house at the age of sixteen and came to the village on the edge of the Locke family's fiefdom.

"Complaining doesn't change anything." Bruce closed his eyes, he didn't believe that he had the knowledge to travel through thousands of years, and there was no way to change his fate.

But when the packer stopped, Bruce looked at his village in front of him and couldn't help but curse MMP, this is the village is simply the poorest shantytown, the land is barren and arid, and there are listless villagers sitting outside the crooked thatched huts, even the children have no energy, curled up under the dead trees and staring at the ants on the ground.

"This is my fiefdom, my village?" Bruce looked at the village in front of him, and couldn't help but be stunned, this is simply the poorest area, of course, Bruce has also been to the deep mountain poverty area to work before he crossed, but it is also with the strong financial support of the central government, but here he can only rely on himself.

"Oh oh oh, is it Master Bruce? You're finally here. Just as Bruce and little Lorianne were standing at the entrance of the village in a daze, a ball of meat in a placket robe ran over, smiling all over the fat face as they ran.

"Who are you?" Bruce looked at the fat man who ran in front of him, and asked him curiously, even little Lori Anne was at a loss.

"I'm sorry Lord Lord, dear Master Bruce, when you were still an infant, I had the privilege of meeting you at Locke Manor, and you will grow into a great man when you see you." The fat man chattered, but he took off the cake-shaped turban from his head as a sign of respect for the nobles.

"Alright, alright, you haven't told me who you are?" Bruce's brow furrowed slightly, and he said impatiently.

"Oh, I'm the sheriff here, and my name is Todd." Fat Todd said respectfully to Bruce.

"Sheriff!" Bruce looked up and down, and from the fat pile of his body, he keenly smelled the thick smell of corruption.

"Ahem, may I have the honor of leading the lord to your house?" Fat Todd made a gesture of please, he was the local sheriff appointed by Bruce's father, and since this place had always been under the direct jurisdiction of the Locke family, Todd was basically the supreme governor in this village.

"Very well, I happen to have a lot to ask you about." Bruce was not polite, he took only one horse with him along the way, and the horse carried his suitcase on his back, and he could only lie down on the pack wagon pulling hay, and finally be able to relax when he reached his own place.

Led by Todd the Fat Man, Bruce and Anne entered the village, and several of Todd's men came to take Bruce's few belongings.