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  Lemir got up early in the morning, hugged his two-year-old son, and turned his eyes to the busy figure of his wife who was packing up and saluting for him. Under the light of the rising sun, the atmosphere in the whole room seemed calm and peaceful.

  Looking at her rough and ordinary face, and at the lovely son in her arms, Lemir suddenly felt a little sad.

   "Lemir, okay, you—" At this moment, the bent young wife turned around and looked at her husband softly, with a sad and lonely expression on her body.

   "What are you worried about?" The young wife moved lightly, took a closer look, and asked softly.

   "It's nothing, I just thought, after a while, when I stabilize, I will let you mother and son move over!"

   Lemir raised his head, smiled slightly, and said to his worried wife.

   "Of course, Lemir, our mother and son will always wait for you to send someone to pick us up!"

  The young wife wrapped her hands around Lemir's neck, kissed her son's dancing little hand with her lips, then raised her neck and said tenderly.

  Hearing his wife's words, Lemire felt moved, and the other hand couldn't help but hugged her delicate body tightly, getting tighter and tighter.

  To tell the truth, Lemier was born as a commoner, while his wife was born as a country gentleman. Although she has no land and is run-down, she has rich knowledge and etiquette and has never had many suitors around her.

   Therefore, the marriage between the two of them was achieved due to her persistence. Lemir urgently needs to prove himself, improve himself, and become a superior person.

   This is not only for myself, but also for my family. To be precise, I want to fight for a surname for my family.

  In the current England, commoners only have first names but no surnames. Of course, there is no rule that commoners cannot have surnames, but the habit of long-standing tradition makes ordinary Englishmen not used to having surnames.

  However, as a person with aspirations, Lemir urgently needs a surname, a surname that belongs to his family in the Bureau of Heraldry.

   After a while, he took a nostalgic glance at his babbling son and his tender wife. Lemire waved his arms vigorously, carried the package on his back, and walked away slowly with firm steps.

   Waiting for the stagecoach on the side of the road for a while, and after paying a penny, Lemire made it to the last row, with a sullen face, thinking about his future path.

   While the other people in the car saw his well-groomed attire, they began to discuss in a low voice, and glanced at him from time to time, not daring to disturb him.

  The people in the car are very knowledgeable. With Lemire dressed like this, he is definitely not in the same circle with them. Why bother to humiliate himself in the past.

   "The city hall is here—" the groom yelled loudly, waking up Lemire who was alone and silent, and then he patted his **** and got off the carriage.

  At the same time, in front of the London City Hall, hundreds of referees from various districts with hundreds of households and thousands of households were standing.

  The arrival of Lemir did not cause any waves at all, as if there was no such person.

   After a while, carriages came one after another, and everyone knew the meaning, and boarded the carriages consciously, queuing up, silently, without any confusion.

  Lemiel boarded the carriage calmly following the flow.

  He knew that in the next month, all the people would receive a series of teachings, learn a lot of knowledge, and then go through the review, and the qualified ones would go to various places.

  At this time, a white and thick letter was wrapped in their arms, on which was the decree of the Privy Council and the seal of the king's seal.

   And in his arms, there is also one, but this time it is written in Latin and English:

Mr. Lemire is from London. He has a correct attitude, is modest and polite, and has outstanding abilities. During his tenure in public office, he has performed well and achieved outstanding achievements. He is hereby recommended by the London City Government, approved by the Privy Council (red badge), and permitted by His Majesty the King (red badge) Chapter), who will be appointed Mayor of the Hundred Household District under the South Cambridge Thousand Household District (formerly South Cambridgeshire, secondary government).

  Everyone in Cambridgeshire and South Cambridge Thousand Households District shall abide by the opinions of His Majesty the King and the Privy Council and shall not violate them.

   That is to say, if nothing unexpected happens, Lemier will be the mayor of the hundred districts. After a few years, a thousand district chiefs will always be inevitable!

   Regarding this, Lemire felt infinite emotion in his heart. If Cambridgeshire acted according to London, then the rights would be much greater.

  Thinking about it, Lemir couldn't help but feel very excited. This is a good opportunity to change his destiny, and I'm afraid he won't be promoted so quickly in the future.

  At this time, the South Cambridge Thousand Households District in Cambridgeshire, which was originally South Cambridgeshire (is the name really that fucking).

  If Cambridgeshire is a county, then South Cambridge is a town. This small town has a population of only a thousand people and is the busiest area in South Cambridge.

   For a long time, the highly respected Sir Fisher has been the mayor of South Cambridge. Everyone recalled that he had been in this position for at least ten years.

  He has always been respected by all the people in the town, and his age and knighthood have made his power skyrocket in South Cambridge.

  As for the 100-household district system divided by Henry VII, although it dispersed the influence of local manors on the countryside, the power in the hands of those 100-district chiefs still had to be won from the manors by their own ability.

The head of the 100-household district does not have much power in their hands. Even if Sir Fisher only leads South Cambridgeshire (town), he has no leadership over other 100-household districts. However, in view of his power and prestige, all 100-household districts Long is still here.

Fischer, who is in his fifties this year, sat on the chair with a kind face, and a dozen centurions bent slightly to show respect for him, but they looked straight into his eyes without the slightest timidity. meaning.

   After all, there is no direct jurisdiction relationship between the two. One manages the countryside and the other manages the towns, which are not related to each other.

  Sir Fisher glanced at all the district chiefs who were present, and after seeing that everyone had arrived, he nodded and said leisurely:

   "Everyone, Your Excellency the Sheriff invited me to a banquet yesterday!"

   "At the banquet, His Excellency the Sheriff issued a decree from His Majesty the King!"

   Speaking of His Majesty the King, everyone bent down and put on a look of listening attentively.

Seeing this, Sir Fisher nodded in satisfaction, pondered for a while, and continued: "Our South Cambridgeshire will be renamed the South Cambridge Thousand-House District, and I will be the first head of the Thousand-Household District. Everyone remains the same. , continue to be the mayor of the Hundred-Household District!"

  (end of this chapter)