Chapter 153 Dissatisfied
ps: Chapter 2, please vote, please comfort
The Scottish Parliament passed all the contents discussed by Edward and the nobles in one fell swoop, and fixed them in the form of laws.
After hearing the news, Edward relaxed, and the smile on his face deepened, but Edward was satisfied, but it didn't mean everyone was satisfied.
Although most of the Scottish Parliament is dominated by nobles and monks, ordinary people still have some seats. Otherwise, how did the more than 50 votes against it come from.
Donald is one of the only 27 civilian members of the Scottish Parliament. As the largest rancher in the Tayside area, he owns more than 20,000 acres of pasture in the Tayside area.
There are fifteen thousand sheep and three thousand cows in the pasture, with a total value of 100,000 pounds. His wealth is richer than most nobles, so the Scottish Parliament gave him a seat.
For England, Donald hates and dislikes the state. England's wool sells well in Europa, and English merchants often compete with him, causing losses of thousands of pounds every year.
What is the concept of thousands of pounds, he can buy a noble title in Germany, or buy hundreds of acres of land (although they are all the same grassland) in the sparsely populated Scotland.
Thinking of these, Donald's heart keeps bleeding, especially these are one-third of his annual profit, which makes him even more difficult to let go.
But today the Parliament agreed to the establishment of the United Kingdom between Scotland and England. My God, are those nobles crazy?
Regardless of the nobles, Donald voted against it anyway.
You must know that the English have always occupied a huge market in Spain and the Netherlands, as well as Florence, the textile center of the Mediterranean, at this time, and the Scots cannot compete with the English there.
In view of the enmity between England and France, the French prohibited the English from exporting textiles to France, so France became the main market for Scotland to export wool.
Besides, the French have always been Scotland's allies. Compared with other merchants in France, Scottish merchants have a special status, and France has become the dairy cow of the Scots.
The parliament now agrees to establish the United Kingdom with England, and also abides by the Tudor royal family as the royal family of the United Kingdom. In this way, Scottish wool cannot be exported to France.
This will kill Donald, without the French market, where will his wool be sold?
So, with a stomach full of resentment and worries about the future, Donald returned to his mansion in Edinburgh, sulking in a chair alone.
Against the Scottish Parliament? This is not a good idea, just those nobles can easily crush themselves, not to mention there is an English king behind them.
How to think and how to think, Donald found that it was a dead end. Could it be that his family business was about to fail?
As soon as he thought of this, Donald's face was full of gray, and his whole body became decadent.
"No! Even if my Timothy family is destroyed, don't let those nobles and the English feel better!"
Whispering in his mouth, Donald couldn't help clenching his fists, his face full of resentment.
"Master, Mr. Russell and Mr. Scott are here to see you!"
When Donald made up his mind there, a young servant ran in timidly, saluted, and said softly.
Hearing the servant's report, Donald couldn't help feeling a little puzzled, why did they come to him?
While walking, he thought, they are also one of the few ranchers in Scotland, so they have the same purpose as their own.
Thinking of this, Donald couldn't help but his heart lit up, and his eyes lit up.
Not long after, Donald came to the hall and saw five or six people standing together, the leaders of which were the red-haired Russell and the old-fashioned Scott.
"Oh, my friends, it's an honor for you to come to my house!"
Donald greeted them with a happy smile, gave them a hug, and invited them to their seats.
"Donald, we didn't come to you to reminisce. You know the specific reason!" The red-haired Russell said slowly with a bitter face.
"Yes, Mr. Donald, we came to you to brainstorm together and discuss what can be done!"
The old-fashioned Scott didn't speak, but the person next to them spoke.
Donald took a look and found a strong young man standing up and shouting loudly.
Donald knew him, Nigel, who was also a big sheep farmer, and his name meant warrior or winner in Scots, but with his tall and mighty figure, being a warrior was pretty good.
Donald thought silently in his heart, but his face remained motionless.
"Since you are all like this, let's find a way together to find a way for our family to survive!"
In view of this, Donald stopped talking nonsense and said directly.
"The proposal passed by the parliament today, everyone knows that France will definitely deal with us like the English. If we don't think of a way, I'm afraid we will all go bankrupt!"
Donald spread his hands and said with a melancholy face, and then he looked at the old-fashioned Scott.
Among so many people, Scott is the only nobleman. Although he is a lord, he is different from them after all. Moreover, his family does not raise sheep, which made Donald feel suspicious.
Seems to have sensed the meaning in Donald's eyes. The staid and silent Scott looked at Donald, and said with care: "My father died in 1542!"
In this way, Donald understood what was going on. In that year, King James V of Scotland was killed in action, along with the nobles who followed him, including Scott's father.
And the old-fashioned Scott does not live up to this title. He is old-fashioned and persistent. He is worried about the death of his father by the English. Moreover, he is also a Kate (the main ethnic group in Scotland), and he has a deep resistance to an English king ruling Scotland.
"Otherwise we will recruit troops to compete with the English. If we are together, there will always be thousands of people!"
The brave Nigel saw the silence of the crowd, and then loudly talked about his plan, disrupting the calm.
"You can't say that, Nigel, we spend money to recruit all kinds of soldiers, how can we beat the English?"
Donald stared speechlessly at Nigel, who was spitting, and hit him directly.
"This—" It seemed that what Donald said made sense, Nigel was stuck for a while, and didn't know what to say.
At this time, Russell's eyes lit up when he was thinking, and he said immediately: "But we can recruit some brave people, anyway, we are not short of money!"
"You mean the Highlanders?" Donald's eyes lit up, and he blurted out a sentence.
Ask for a ticket, ask for a monthly ticket, ask for a large number of monthly tickets
(end of this chapter)
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