My British Empire

Chapter 336 guilty of public anger

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To be precise, Ulster Province has a total of eighteen strongholds.

According to the nine counties in Ulster Province, each county has two strongholds. On average, each stronghold has a population of thousands of people and more than two hundred soldiers fighting.

The current population of Ireland is roughly calculated at the beginning of the seventeenth century, with a population of less than 500,000, and now adding some small savage tribes in remote areas, count it as 500,000.

500,000, divided into large and small tribes, it can be said that these strongholds are comparable to those of medium-sized tribes, and it is still possible to maintain the situation.

According to Edward's setting, each stronghold builds a large fortress as the central point, and then surrounds it with tribes close to England, and finally spreads slowly, completely digesting the entire Ulster province.

If this model works, within ten years, the entire island of Ireland will become England's back garden.

Therefore, Edward also carefully selected the remaining officers of these eighteen strongholds.

Except for John Perot, the rest of the stay-at-home officers are basically from the first batch and the second batch of public selection examinations, and they are relatively capable, open-minded officials, and His Majesty the King is more optimistic about the future. .

Of course, including Lemire, who has not shown up for a long time, and Su Weier from Norwich.

Lemir's face is full of vicissitudes and maturity at this time.

As a commoner, he started with the help of the head of the 100-household district, and worked as the head of the 100-household district in Cambridgeshire. After three years of hard work, he finally climbed to the position of the head of the 1000-household district in South Cambridge. It can be said that he has climbed to the upper class. Society, although at the bottom, is an important step.

This is, as the head of the district, Lemir can finally have a surname. Like ordinary people, he takes his father Watson's name as his surname, and his full name is Lemir Watson.

Coming to Ireland this time, like Sir John Perrott, it is also a good opportunity for him, a good opportunity to leap out from the civilian class.

Thinking of his lovely son, Lemir's heart became more and more heated. It is his biggest dream to leave a title for future generations.

Thinking, he glanced at the young man next to him again, who was three or four years younger than him, with light-blond hair.

There is a hint of bookishness, with two black beards on the corners of the mouth, eyes wandering around, and the bookish atmosphere is mixed with a trace of sleekness.

Two different temperaments appear on the same person, which seems extremely contradictory.

Seeing this person, Lemir felt a sense of friendship in his heart.

He knew that in the current officialdom in England, although there are still many people who come from the position of assistant secretary, the mainstream trend is the group of young people who were born after the entrance examination.

They are currently the fastest promoted in the officialdom, and they are also the people with the broadest future.

There was a moment of brewing in his mouth, and just when his lips were about to start, cheers came from his ears.

Looking up, two immigrant ships were escorted by a group of armed merchant ships and came to the pier.

Forget about talking anymore, Lemiel hurriedly started his steps and rushed to the vicinity of the besieged governor. The next step is about the future.

Thomas looked indifferently at the slowly docking cargo ship, and then walked over.

As the central point, when His Excellency the Governor moved, all the people around him surged up, and the crowd slowly moved to the trestle bridge.

The cargo ship had already lowered the ladder, and a fat man with a big belly came down with a serious face, making it seem like everyone owed him money.

But when he saw His Excellency the Governor, his face suddenly melted, the flesh on his face was squeezed into a ball, his eyes were narrowed, and he looked a little cute instead.

"Your Excellency, according to the decree of the Privy Council, this is the immigrant population in March, a total of 668 people, 321 adult males, 252 females, and 95 children!"

Immigrants are mainly men, but most of the time they migrate in families, so there are also many women and children.

"Thanks for your hard work, Mr. Wiggs!" His Excellency the Governor squeezed out a smile on his face, and comforted him softly.

"This is my mission, Your Excellency the Governor!" Fatty's expression eased a lot, and he continued, "For His Majesty the King!"

"For His Majesty the King!" His Excellency the Governor was not slow to react, and he also said something softly.

The two of them stared at each other, and then suddenly laughed. The scene looked very friendly.

For the sake of His Majesty the King, this is just a joke. It is extremely popular in English official circles, more precisely, it is popular among the group of officials who were admitted because of the examination.

After teasing for a while, let’s talk about what happened in England. Half an hour passed like this, and all the immigrants on board also left.

The two greeted each other again, and after saying goodbye, His Excellency the Governor brought the immigrants to the temporary camp, which was where previous immigrants stayed after they came to Ireland.

The rest was naturally arranged, and His Excellency the Governor returned to his mansion.

Walking into the hall, eighteen pairs of lantern-like eyes stared straight at him, looking like they wanted to devour everything, but they didn't frighten him.

This is the rhythm of coming every month, and his strong heart has adapted.

"Your Excellency the Governor—" With a burst of greetings, Thomas sat down peacefully.

"There are relatively few immigrants this month, so don't fight for the top ten strongholds that have been allocated last time!"

Thomas said something faintly when he saw the look of everyone ready to move.

"Oh—" Immediately, exclamations in the hall were endless.

Lemire, John Perot and the other eight were overjoyed.

"Your Excellency, our place is the farthest from Dublin and faces the most pressure from the Irish. This time we need 200 people."

John Perot stood directly in front of Thomas, without even thinking about it, and spit out a large number.

Seeing this, the faces of the other seven people were on fire, and they were out of breath.

"Your Excellency, we also need 200 people in our stronghold. Recently, a large tribe moved here!" "Your Excellency, we need 150 people..."

"His Excellency the Governor—" "His Excellency the Governor—"…

John was about to swallow the appetite of one-third of the immigrants at one time, and immediately angered the others. Various figures popped up like money. If they were added together, there would be more than 1,500 people!

As a result, the Sir, who knew that he had committed the wrath of the public, shook his head with a wry smile on his face.

Sitting on the main seat, His Excellency the Governor was also hurt by this kind of discussion, especially the sound of His Excellency, the Governor, was simply a reminder.

Rubbing his eyes, His Excellency the Governor glared at Mr. Jazz who started the war, and could only get a wry smile.

(end of this chapter)

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