My British Empire

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On February 8th, the sky in Norwich was still drizzled as usual, soaking the thin clothes of passers-by on the road, and the whole city was immersed in a kind of misty rain, which had a different kind of beauty.

But in the eyes of the people of Norwich City, this drizzle is still so annoying, the cold

It's getting more and more aggressive, and even those whose family property is a little bit weak can't stand it.

After all, when the weather is cold, the price of charcoal will rise again.

"It's so cold! My leg is getting worse and worse!"

On a wooden board covered with hay, a man in unlined clothing kept beating his left leg lightly, and the scar on his right face twitched from time to time. Obviously, his right leg suffered a lot of injuries.

"Zuo En, how are the wife and son you mentioned now? Sigh~"

The man said a word of self-pity, then turned his head, and cast his eyes on his companion who was in a daze, with some expectations in his heart, hoping to get a little comfort.

"Ah~" The companion on the side looked younger than usual, with skinny pimples growing on his shriveled face, no more than eighteen years old in his old look.

"Bruce, don't worry, I will send you home, after all, we are fellow villagers!"

When the young Zuo En heard his companion say this, he thought he was worried that he would not be able to go home, so he quickly comforted him.

"Besides, you promised me that you would marry my younger sister to me! For the sake of my future wife, I will not give up on you!"

The young Zuo En fully remembered the care of his fellow countryman in the past few months. He looked sincerely at Bruce, who had an injured left leg, and said word by word.

"Hey! Zuo En, I won't worry about going home!" Looking at the young fellow in front of him, Bruce shook his head with a wry smile, sighed, and said slowly this time.

"Look at my leg, I think, even the best doctor can't treat it, and I don't have that much money to treat this leg!"

"So?" Zuo En was a little uncertain in his heart, but frowned slightly, and still asked.

"So, from now on, I can only live my whole life with a limp on a broken log, and become a useless person!"

With that said, Bruce glanced at his injured left leg, thumped the wooden board under his buttocks hard, then heaved a sigh of relief, and said decadently.

"This..." Faced with these, Zuo En didn't know what to say for a moment, he just patted him on the shoulder, and kept everything in silence.

In the countryside, a man is the pillar of a family. If the pillar falls, the family will collapse. If there is a problem with the pillar, the family will also slowly collapse, and the final result will be homelessness.

In England, after farmers went bankrupt, they had to sell their land and wander around with their wives and children.

Therefore, the young Zuo En is used to seeing such scenes, but facing this fellow who has taken care of him for several months, Zuo En still feels a little sad in his heart, all this is fate!

Ever since the time of choosing to obey the call, everything has predicted this ending.

Joining the battlefield is for money, and what you get is nothing but two results, returning rich, or returning injured or dead.

Therefore, in the face of such a result, Bruce can only lament the bad luck, and will not regret participating.

At this moment, Bruce lying on the plank! He already had close to five pounds in his pocket.

In the countryside, you can live happily for several years, and you can also buy an acre or two of land to improve your family's life to a higher level.

After comforting Bruce, Zorn turned around and went to the other side, happily touching the three pounds in his pocket, grinning nonstop.

When he participated in the draft for the first time, he got three pounds, which was his family's income for two or three years. With this money, he could marry a wife.

Thinking of having a bed warmer every night, I can live like my elder brother, let my daughter-in-law yell every night, and I can shake my prestige in front of my elder brother.

Two people, one thinking about how to add some new income to his family so that his life can continue if he is no longer the main beam after he is crippled.

But the other was thinking about how to use the money he got to marry a daughter-in-law who could live a life, and he was very happy.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door, and a well-dressed young man walked in with a "squeak" sound, followed by a quiet young man, holding a quill pen in his hand And a splinter as white as blood.

Seeing the two people dressed so brightly, Zuo En and Bruce were taken aback for a moment, and their bodies couldn't help but tense up.

Bruce, who had seen some of the world, felt that the two were different, so he hurriedly tugged on the sleeve of Zuo En, reminding him.

"Oh!" Zuo En was dragged, turned his head to see Bruce's expression, and quickly reacted, helping Bruce to get up.

Afterwards, the two made a knight salute to them in an awkward posture.

Seeing this, the two people who came in felt awkward for a while. After Zuo En and the others finished saluting, the two young men also bowed slightly and returned the salute.

"Two, we are commissioners sent by the king, and we are here to comfort these warriors who have served the royal family!"

The well-dressed young man took the lead and walked in front of the two, speaking in a calm tone.

"Oh~ it's His Majesty's, it's really, really an honor for us!"

Following the words of the gentleman in his own village, Bruce stammered.

"Yes, we would like to ask, what are the names and addresses of the two of you?"

When the glamorous young man asked, Wen Jingnan on the side picked up his pen and was about to start recording.

"I'm from the town of Hannock in Southamptonshire, my name is Bruce, and this is Zorn!"

Hearing the question, Bruce said his information without hesitation, and then pointed to Zon beside him.

"Yes, my name is Zuo En, and I am also from Southamptonshire, Hannock Town, but we are not from the same village!"

Zuo En on the side also reacted, and hastily explained, lest they delay their affairs.

This is His Majesty's man, he is a big man, but he has to be careful in serving him, even if he asks about bedwetting, he has to answer, maybe it's something big.

At this moment, these words welled up in the minds of both of them.

"Very well, Mr. Bruce, your leg?"

"Oh! It was hacked by the mob!" Hearing this, Bruce hurriedly explained, and even stretched out his injured leg for him to take a closer look.

"So, Mr. Zuo En?" The young man asked Zuo En, who was a little dazed beside him.

"I, there's nothing wrong with my leg!" Zuo En quickly shook his head and denied.