My British Empire

  Chapter 509 Come here especially

  Carroll, County Donegal, Ireland.

  Donegal County is half hilly and half plain, so compared with other parts of Ireland, the number of immigrants is much less.

  Carroll Town is like this. Although it is a town, its permanent population is only more than 500 people, including those criminals who were forced to migrate.

  According to the promulgated "Dublin Code", the Irish Celtic tribe will acquire a quarter of the land as the most fundamental place to survive, and the other three quarters will be owned by the United Kingdom.

  Therefore, the vast Donegal County has a total population of just over 20,000 people, while the number of authentic Englishmen is only 5,000.

   This has created Donegal's current economic structure.

  Large pastures and large farms with a scale of thousands of acres are scattered in Donegal County, producing wool and grain, and becoming the main trade in Donegal County.

  For example, the Moore Ranch located in the town of Carroll covers an area of ​​5,000 acres, has nearly 30,000 sheep, and employs 52 herders.

   "William, I heard that your wife gave birth to a son for you. Congratulations!"

  Moore Ranch, William, who was bald at a young age, has a tall body, a long face, and squints his eyes when he smiles. He looks like a good man.

   I heard that his balding gene was passed down from his grandfather. The whole family has a high hairline since he was a child. The tradition of spotlight is very strong.

   "Dong dong dong—" Hearing his friend's blessing, he was hammering a newly cut wooden post into the grass with a hammer, making a burst of thumping sound.

   "Haha!" William touched his light-focused head with some embarrassment, his eyes narrowed into a slit, and his face was covered with wrinkles in his thirties.

   "This is the third and second son of my family. He was born this morning. How can the whole ranch know?" William said half proudly and half shyly, his eyes bright.

   "Hey! Who doesn't know about you William, the famous hunter in Carroll Town, now, I guess, everyone in Carroll Town knows!"

  The stubble-faced, round-headed man swung a sledgehammer while teasing, with a serious expression on his face.

   "Hey! The birth of my kid was originally a happy event, but who knows, a pack of wolves suddenly appeared recently, and the good mood was ruined!"

  William's originally happy face immediately turned sad, and he unconsciously touched his spotlighted head with a dissatisfied tone.

   "Fifty, that's the biggest pack I've ever encountered, and roaming all over County Dornier!"

  The friends on the side also sighed.

  A while ago, a large pack of wolves suddenly appeared in Donegal County and attacked many pastures, and killed more than a dozen people, causing panic throughout Donegal County.

   "Moore Ranch belongs to the Duke of Norfolk, the mayor will not stand idly by, don't worry!"

  William showed off his thick arms, and then confidently patted his friend on the shoulder, comforting him.

  The two worked together to lift up the rotten and fallen wooden stakes, and then nailed down the new wooden stakes, which were thicker and taller, with a strong sense of prevention.

"Hi! Daddy—" William's five-year-old son, who just entered elementary school, trotted all the way over, raised his head, and said to his father in a childlike voice: "Mom told you to go back to eat! My sister is hungry, she started crying a long time ago!"

  Although he is only five years old, under his thick blond hair, his hairline is still higher than his peers, and he will inherit his father's inheritance in the future.

   "George, how can you talk to me in this tone, just like the group of philistine businessmen in London, it sounds disgusting!"

  William's eyes widened, he stared at his son viciously, and warned in a bad tone.

   "Dad, this is requested by the teacher. He said that he must speak London accent, and he must speak it in class and at home, otherwise it will affect his future!"

  William took a few steps back in fear, then imitated his teacher's tone, and said in duplicate.

   "Yes, William, my kid is also the same. He speaks London accent every day, which is ugly and difficult to understand. It makes me sick to death, but this is the king's request, and we must obey it!"

  The stubble-faced friend also looked irritable at this time, he said grumblingly.

   "Okay! It's not me who said, why His Majesty the King stipulates to speak the London accent. Our Devonshire pronunciation is very nice, and we should use our Devonshire pronunciation."

  Hearing that it was His Majesty's idea, William immediately lost his temper, and could only mutter a few words in a low voice, his face was very dissatisfied.

   "Let's go! Go back to dinner, and take a look at my youngest son!" William packed up his things, then stepped on his black horse, and said to his friend, while putting his eldest son in front of him.

   "What's your son's name?"

   "Louis, my grandfather's name!" William thought about it indifferently, and then said.

   What William didn't expect was that the problem that had troubled him for a long time was solved in a few days.

  On this day, as soon as he came back from herding the sheep, William saw the supervisor of the ranch, and suddenly more than a hundred people gathered, with armor, crossbows, muskets, everything and equipment.

  If they didn't know, they thought they were planning to rebel!

   "Hey! William, you're finally back, come here—"

  The chief manager in his forties, his hair and beard combed meticulously, his whole face is often full of false smiles, but behind the scenes he is very powerful.

  But today, William found that the chief executive suddenly smiled at himself, yes, it was the kind of smile that really radiated from the inside out.

  William, full of doubts, habitually touched his Mediterranean-like head, and trotted over.

  I saw the chief steward put William on the shoulders, and announced loudly to the more than one hundred people who were full of excitement in front of them:

   "This is William, the most famous hunter in the entire town. He has the best understanding of wolves, and he is also familiar with the surrounding terrain. It is most convenient for you to ask him directly!"

   Then, in the blink of an eye, the chief manager disappeared, leaving William with a confused face.

  Under some miscellaneous explanations. William finally understood that all the people in front of him came because of the appearance of the wounding wolves, and they came here because of the reputation. They just wanted to eliminate this vicious wolf pack that was famous throughout the United Kingdom, so as to gain honor in one fell swoop.

   Even, these people, and many aristocratic children were among them, which made William wonder whether these people were full.

  So, William shrugged and could only agree.

  There is a group of people helping to eliminate werewolves, just leading the way, why not do it?

   In this way, William was hired at a price of one pound a day to look for the wolves.

  Of course, only after the wolves were discovered.

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