My British Empire

With the actions of the intelligence agencies, especially the Palace Intelligence Service, which focuses on domestic execution, Hampshire was suddenly in a mess.

Headed by the sheriff of Hampshire and the supervisor, plus some involved officials and businessmen, a total of more than one hundred people were sent to Ireland.

Fortunately, with the official admission examinations going on for many years, the number of officials in England is almost saturated.

The resignation of a large number of officials in Hampshire has excited the middle-level officials. England has not had a county-level official who has been taken down for a long time. In this way, it is unknown how many official positions will be vacated.

Therefore, the next day, the cabinet drafted a list of people to serve in Hampshire. The loss of a large number of officials did not bring any turmoil to Hampshire.

As soon as the Hampshire incident happened, it once again proved the royal power's control over the United Kingdom, and His Majesty the King's prestige in the officialdom became more and more prominent.

The central government took a tacit attitude towards His Majesty's actions, and then took advantage of this opportunity to strengthen the power of the central government. Those who were appointed and dismissed were more obedient.

Finally, in the past few years since the cabinet was established, it has used its own advantages step by step to slowly plunder local rights and continuously improve the prestige of the central government.

It can be said that in view of the principle that the butt determines the head, cabinet ministers naturally began to strengthen the power of the central government and deprive local powers. This is a natural law.

And His Majesty the King is also happy to see this. At this time in Europe, centralization is the general trend.

In order to solve the situation of official saturation, His Majesty the King turned his attention to France.

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In the early spring of March, on the dry ground outside Rouen City, some weeds had grown on the ground that was covered with corpses, showing a little bit of green. No one would have imagined that half a year ago, the ground was still covered with corpses and blood flowed like rivers.

In the wheat field outside the city, due to the truce in Rouen, the winter wheat sown in autumn seems to be growing well after being fertilized by human beings, and it has already revealed an attractive green color. If nothing else, it will be a bumper harvest year.

In a village 20 miles outside of Rouen, there are about 20 households, with smoke rising from the kitchen, dogs barking, cocks crowing, and green farm vegetables behind the house, it is a scene of happy farming.

However, a half-brick house located in the center of the village is the only brick house in the village, and it is also the most spacious and bright big house.

This is the meeting hall of the village, an important place where the village chief convenes all the villagers to discuss major issues, and it is also the barn where the wheat is harvested in the village. It can be said that this is the most important place in the village.

Today, the village chief Moss has a bitter face, and the wrinkles on his face seem to have become a blooming chrysanthemum, revealing a lot of troubles.

Beside him, an old man with a gray beard is the oldest old man in the village, very prestigious.

Sitting on the other side was a man in his thirties with a strong figure and thick arms. The most conspicuous thing was that his left sleeve was empty.

He was a mercenary who once wandered outside. He came back after losing his arm. He has always been the object of the young people in the village, and he is also the most powerful fighting force in the village.

"Originally we thought that the war was over and life would be peaceful again. Who knew that the rebel army had wiped out all the stock, causing our granary to bottom out. How will we live in the next few months?"

Village head Moss glanced at the few sacks of wheat beside him and sighed.

"Moss, we have to find a way. In a few months, we will get through it. At worst, a few people will starve to death!"

Hearing this, the gray-bearded old man looked down upon him a little. He still stared and said loudly.

"Moss! We can't give up!" Peevy, who had a broken arm, quickly echoed, waved his strong right arm, and said forcefully: "Otherwise, I will take the young people in the village to go hunting together. Anyway, those nobles The lords can’t control us anymore, the English can say, allow us to enter the forest to hunt and supplement food!”

Due to the long-term war, the agricultural losses were heavy, and the farmers had no food in their hands.

In order to stabilize the rule and gather the population, the new governor of Normandy issued a decree allowing farmers to freely go out and hunt in the forest before the wheat harvest.

"No, who knows how long England can occupy? I heard the old man in the village say that the English ran away after only a few months of occupation!" They all turned white with anger.

"It's not like you don't know the means of the nobleman. If we do this, it will be a disaster for the whole village!"

The old man sighed and closed his eyes, as if recalling the cruel methods of the nobles, his face trembled uncontrollably.

In this way, the topic ended here, and the three people sitting there were suddenly helpless, worrying about the survival of the entire village.

At this time, a villager suddenly said that several gentlemen from the city of Rouen had come.

The village chief Moss looked puzzled and walked out of the village to welcome these masters from Rouen.

When I came to the village, I saw a middle-aged man with a sharp beard and a sharp face. He was the little official in charge of taxation in Rouen——Florent. Every year when the wheat was harvested, he led his men to go from village to house. The tax collection is extremely annoying.

At this time, he was flattering an Englishman with a smile on his face, bent over, and there was an indescribable respect on his face.

"Respected Lord Florent, and several respected adults, I am the village chief Moss, may I help you?" Moss couldn't figure out the situation, so he could only bow his head respectfully and walked to the old acquaintance In front of him, he asked softly.

Florent, who used to be a tax officer, looked at a young man beside him apologetically, and then said proudly:

"Moss, let me tell you, this is Lord Thomas Befort of Rouen. From now on, dozens of nearby villages, including yours, are under the control of this Lord. You must obey his orders. !"

"Yes, my lord, this is what it should be!" Moss was a little terrified when he heard this, and he quickly saluted the Englishman respectfully.

"Don't say that, I'm just an inconspicuous official of the king and the governor, and I was just entrusted to manage this new land that joined the kingdom!"

When Moss heard this, he dared to look up and take a serious look.

The young man who spoke was only about twenty-five or six years old, with dark blue eyes, a straight nose, long black hair, and decent clothes, he looked like a nobleman.

"My lord! Excuse me, what is your family?" Moss asked.

"Why are you asking this?" The young man looked at the village chief who answered decently in front of him, and couldn't help being a little surprised after hearing this.

"Knowing your family is the only way to promote your rule to the villagers, so that they know that we are your subjects!"

"It doesn't need to be like this, I'm just an official, representing His Majesty the King to govern you, I'm not a nobleman!"