My British Empire

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There was a cold light in Cooper's eyes, and he followed Edward's instructions with a murderous look, and walked out.

Wearing a crimson cloak and a dagger on his waist, Cooper walked quickly on the streets of Edinburgh with a dozen or so murderous members of the Dark Blade with a stern expression on his face.

The roadside peddlers, beggars like mummified corpses, and skinny civilians looked at this group of people and hurriedly gave way to save Cooper and his group from trouble.

"Boom! Boom!" Cooper rolled his eyes, and everyone came to a middle-class house. A strong man walked in front of the gate consciously, knocking hard with his hands, and said And it doesn't stop.

"Open the door, open the door—" The stronger buddy hammered harder and harder, and the entire door panel was almost cracked.

"Here, here, you—" The servant who hurried to open the door didn't finish his sentence when a man put a sword on his neck, his face turned blue and his body trembled with fright.

"Where is your master?" Cooper walked over, gently removed the dagger around his neck, and asked in the servant's ear.

"Yes, yes—" Looking at Cooper's increasingly cold eyes, the servant weighed himself for a while, and pointed to the ground directly.

"In the cellar under the bedroom, remove the bed, and there is a ladder to go down directly."

Cooper patted the servant's rough face lightly, and said with a smile, "You're smart, get out!"

With a big laugh, he led the people behind him, and followed the servant's instructions with ease.

"Oh! Bad luck!" The servant stroked his forehead with his right hand and said with a sigh, "I'd better take some money and run away, and go hide in other places!"

The servant was heartbroken, and quickly walked to the study room, took away the valuable jewelry and gold, and ran away like a thief.

In this way, in less than three days before Edward was about to leave, more than a hundred people were arrested in Edinburgh, and the number was 452. Most of them were local low-ranking nobles and knights and some rich wealthy businessman.

For these people, Edward was sentenced to death for the crime of attacking the king, and all their property was confiscated.

What Edward didn't expect was that the last action before leaving brought him a lot of income.

There were sixty-six manors with an area of ​​more than 1,000 acres, and the valuation was also 260,000 pounds. Edward couldn't count the manors with an area of ​​less than 1,000 acres. He sold them directly and got 80,000 pounds.

As for pastures, there are three with more than 10,000 mu, and more than 30 with more than 1,000 mu. However, most of the pastures in Scotland are pastures, so the valuation has reached 100,000 pounds. If the cattle and sheep inside are included, it will at least double.

Coupled with gold jewelry, as well as gold coins and silver coins, this time, Edward's total income from confiscating his home reached 500,000 pounds, which was the income of the royal family for two years.

The Scottish nobles are really fucking rich. They really are feudal nobles. They have a lot of manor land. Sure enough, ransacking their homes is the best way to get rich.

It's a pity that they are all merchants and low-ranking nobles. If they are high-ranking nobles, then they should not make a big fuss!

At this time, Edward also began to calculate the property of the Scottish royal family, that is, the property of the Tudor royal family. After all, these can be regarded as the dowry of the little loli.

After Edward arrived in Edinburgh, he immediately asked the Minister of Royal Affairs, Sir John, to come. After all, professional matters should be left to professional people.

"Your Majesty, these are the property lists of the Stuart royal family. Take a look!" Sir John stroked his two mustaches, and cheerfully handed over a ledger made of white paper to Edward's hands, smiling all over his eyes. into a seam.

"Your Excellency, is there a need to be so happy?" Edward looked at the thick account book in front of him, his head was full, and then he looked up to see Sir John's smiling eyes, and asked amusedly.

"Your Majesty, thanks to your wise command, we have incorporated Scotland into the territory of the Tudor royal family, and the Tudor royal family has truly become rich. You are truly a king blessed by God. You are the birth of an angel, God's representative in the world Or, your wisdom and greatness, I really admire, can be compared with you, England is at your command, this is really..."

Sir John said it smoothly, and flattered his face quickly. Edward, who was thick-skinned, was a little embarrassed. He waved his hands again and again, and stopped him with a smile: "Okay, Mr. Sir, tell me the specific situation!"

Sir John, who flattered as smoothly as eating and sleeping, could only stop, it seemed that he hadn't said enough, and looked at Edward with eyes like a resentful woman.

"Your Majesty, according to my statistics, the Scottish royal family owns 136 manors in the lowlands, of which 53 are over 1,000 mu and six are over 10,000 mu!"

"Moreover, there are a total of 163 pastures, 125 with more than 1,000 mu, and 13 with more than 10,000 mu, and the total number of cattle and sheep owned is no less than one million!"

"The Scottish royal family also owns thirty-six castles, five hundred and sixty-three mills, thirty-nine merchant ships, countless wastelands, deep forests, mountains, lakes and swamps, totaling no less than tens of millions of acres! (equivalent to the size of a Beijing city, The northern part of Scotland is desert, and there are plenty of it)”

The more Sir John said, Edward's face became more and more ruddy. Although it is some real estate, it produces a large amount of money every year. It really deserves to be the Stuart royal family that has ruled Scotland since 1371. It has been two hundred years. , Sure enough, the accumulation is rich.

Seeing His Majesty the King with a flushed face, Sir John continued happily: "There are five hundred and sixty-three islands of various colors, sixteen French manors, and one hundred and sixty-five shops of various colors..."

"Okay, sir, you just have to tell me how much you can produce in a year!"

Edward stopped Sir John's endless report and asked.

"If you deduct various administrative expenses, as well as personnel salaries and maintenance expenses, the annual income will be nearly 80,000 pounds!"

"Did I hear you right! My Mr. Jazz, with so many properties, there is only such a little income. It's not normal!"

Edward's jaw almost dropped when he heard the words. It sounds like he is so rich, but his income is only a little in the end, so he was happy for nothing.

"Your Majesty, it is true that so many castle maintenance tasks are not a small sum every year, and the Privy Council, the county governors, thousands of troops and the navy, if you add the various expenditures given to the highlanders every year, you can The remaining £80,000 is pretty good!" As he spoke, Sir John looked at Edward with an innocent face and explained.

"I can understand everything else, but why give things to the highlanders? Is there too much money?" Edward asked angrily.

"Your Majesty, I heard that the Scottish royal family spent money to buy peace and appease the Highlanders!" Sir John explained.