My British Empire

The news of the victory in Normandy and the defeat of the Guise Catholic League by the Royal Army reached London, and the first reaction was government bonds.

Since in this day and age there is no stock exchange, no stocks, and government bonds are one of those things that can be traded and change everyone, it exists in the London exchanges, large and small.

Due to the economic and trade prosperity of England and the entire United Kingdom, London has become the largest export and import port, with a wide variety of goods.

In order for merchants to save time to complete trade more efficiently and obtain profits, exchanges were born.

This is the result of the natural formation of society, not the guidance of some traverser, but the prosperity of the economy was facilitated by him alone, and there are also some reasons for it.

Here, with the transaction information of various goods, it is the best place for merchants to trade goods.

Every merchant can list the goods they need or sell here, and give an ideal price. If someone is interested, a deal will be concluded.

South London Exchange.

"Urgent notice, United Government bonds urgently needed, one shilling more per share!"

"Urgent need for Coalition bonds at a shilling and twopence a share!"

"One shilling and threepence!"

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All over the Exchange the buzz of demand for Union Government bonds became the main theme of the Exchange.

Not only in the south of the city, but also in the other four exchanges in London, the demand for bonds has increased dramatically.

The reason for this is that the United Kingdom government issued a large amount of bonds in order to support the attack on France, and the amount reached 500,000 pounds.

More importantly, in order to save interest, the coalition government is prepared to use the interests of its own four layers (according to the interest distribution practice stipulated by the king, four layers of the government, three layers of the military, and three layers of the royal family) as guarantees, and allow bond winners to Bond convertible to French land, five floors below market price.

In other words, if you buy a ten-pound bond, you can use this bond to buy land in the British-occupied area of ​​France, and the land price is five floors lower.

As we all know, France has nothing else but a lot of land, and the land is fertile. Compared with England's humid weather, the annual harvest is much higher.

With the increase of the population of the United Kingdom and inflation, the preservation of land value has been unanimously recognized by all.

But in England and the United Kingdom, most of the land is owned by famous people. They naturally know that the land is rare, and the chance of selling it is equal to no.

The continuous victories of the Royal Army, and most importantly, their defeat of the French Field Marshal Duke of Guise, has continuously increased the weight of the United Army in the hearts of the people of the entire United Kingdom.

More importantly, after four months of slow sales of the £500,000 bond issued by the coalition government, there are still more than 100,000 bonds left.

At the moment when Wang Jun won, the 100,000 debts were sold out immediately. Not only the nobles and businessmen, but even the beggars on the side of the road and the women who lost their way in brothels all knew that buying government bonds was cheaper than paying money. High (high) interest rate loans also make money.

The tide has swept through the United Kingdom, and the calls to buy bonds in the Exchange are louder than the cries of lost women at night.

Hampton Court, on the green.

The sun in the sky rarely showed face, lazily spreading its brilliance and heat, a large cloud that looked like a lion moved slowly in the air, as if looking for prey.

As the king of the United Kingdom, Edward was lying leisurely on a special lounge chair, with an imperial parasol above his head trying to protect His Majesty from the scorching sun.

He looked at a book in his hand, a collection of poems about the British goddess, or a collection of stories, all of which described stories about the British goddess.

In the West, faith and respect are two different things, people can respect other gods, but faith and prayer belong to God only.

This collection of poems praising the British goddess is extremely popular throughout London. It is said that the sales volume has reached 5,000 copies a week, that is to say, one out of every four hundred people in London is holding this collection of poems.

This is extremely rare in the sixteenth century when the literacy rate was low.

Seeing this achievement, His Majesty Edward had to lament that in this era, religious suppression is still too severe, and people lack entertainment!

"Your Majesty, the government bonds in London are now worth a pound and two shillings a share!"

A secretary hurried over and whispered in Edward's ear.

"Oh! I see!" Edward agreed without raising his head:

"Still according to my instructions, at two o'clock in the afternoon, sell bonds of 100,000 pounds, no need to say anything!"

Of course Edward knew that these secretaries were distressed by so much profit. They thought that the current price was not the final price of the bond. It would be a pity to sell it today!

But the young king didn't think so. The 200,000 pounds of bonds he bought before were sold after a while, although he could get a bigger profit.

However, selling it now and earning more than 16,000 pounds is enough. Besides, the world changes too fast. Who knows that winning at this time will not fail after a while?

At this time, the sale of 100,000 pounds is to reduce risks, and the second is to allow Londoners to obtain more benefits, so as to condense more communities of interests, and let the war kidnap the entire London and the United Kingdom.

"Yes, I will obey your orders!" The secretary said in a low voice, with a helpless look at His Majesty the King who continued to read.

Not long after the secretary left, Edward heard a very childish voice again.

"Father, father, I want to ride a horse, I want to ride a horse~"

His Majesty Edward looked up helplessly, and it turned out to be his eldest son, Henry Tudor, the first son born to little maid Lucy.

For this eldest son, Edward still pays more attention to it. If there is no accident, he will replace the royal family in the future and guard the territory of the French kingdom, such as the Normandy area.

"What's the matter? My Henry!" Edward's tone was very gentle, and he had always had a good temper with this seven-year-old son.

Because he is relatively busy, the teachers who educate the children are taught by the teachers invited by the royal family and their mothers, that is to say, Lucy and others play the white face, and Edward plays the red face.

"Father, I want to ride a horse too, a big horse!"

Little Henry has long brown hair that is slightly rolled up, brown eyes, and his lips are curled up at this time, with his right index finger pointing to the side, riding a horse, and constantly patrolling the surrounding guards.

"Oh? Really? Little Henry wants to ride a horse?" Edward rolled his eyes and asked softly.

"Yes, father, I want to ride a big horse! Ride a big horse!" Little Henry pouted his lips and nodded with certainty, fearing that Edward would not allow it, he repeatedly said about big horses, which was indescribably cute!

"Then can you insist on bathing it every day, cleaning it, combing its hair, and taking it out for a walk often?"