My British Empire

As the so-called blue sky and white clouds, the breeze is blowing, the summer of the Irish grassland still has a strong atmosphere of green grass and soil.

After all, there is too much rain here all year round, especially suitable for the growth of grass, and it is normal to have a little earthy smell.

The sky is gray, the wild is vast, and the wind blows the grass and the cattle and sheep are low.

This was the first time Edward had seen such a scene.

With such a beautiful view, Edward couldn't bear it any longer. He immediately sent a fanned mare, and then began to discuss with the young governor.

"Tax issue? What? Recently, I got a report from the cabinet showing that in the second quarter, Ireland's central government tax has reached 30,000 pounds, which was a year's tax in the past!"

The horse's slender legs walked slowly, and from time to time, he lowered his head to eat a mouthful of green grass. His Majesty the King turned his head, looked at the governor with a slightly troubled face, and asked.

"Your Majesty, although Ireland's economy has improved a lot recently, it is still under a rock, and it is difficult to easily enter the battle and contribute real strength to the central government."

John Perrault was also riding, a little half a horse behind the king, and then he put on a look of a male, and whispered.

"Specifically, tell me, let me take a look at this small island, what problems are bothering you!"

Edward smiled from the bottom of his heart, and then said softly.

Governing the country is not easy, not to mention the island of Ireland, where immigrants and Celts live together, which is a lot of trouble.

"Your Majesty, recently, many Celtic tribal nobles have gone bankrupt due to their extravagant lives, and tribal conflicts have broken out from time to time. It is impossible to guard against!"

"And this has caused the Governor's Mansion to fail to collect taxes on time!"

The Celts are indeed a problem. Although the Irish are said to have been brought into the feudal era, their hatred for each other has not diminished much, which is just a temporary relief.

This kind of tribal-faced hatred, the further the role of mediation becomes, the weaker it becomes.

"As far as I know, the Celtics don't pay a high proportion of taxes, do they?"

Edward looked at himself, the governor, with a half-smile, and he even laid an ambush for himself.

Seeing this, John smiled awkwardly, and then continued without paying any attention to it: "That's right, Your Majesty, you are so wise and mighty!"

"Although the Celts are troublesome, they are nothing to worry about. Moreover, the mutual hatred between the Celts will help the Governor's Palace to divide and win over, and it will be more beneficial to the rule of the kingdom!"

"It's just that in recent years, with the spread of Mandarin and Chinese characters, the amount of funds required has become more and more expensive, and the Governor's Palace has become more and more difficult to support!"

The increase in Celtic conflicts is indeed more beneficial than the disadvantages for the Kingdom government. A little tax loss is not a big deal, but we also need to be careful not to show any talented and bold people.

In the past, the Jin people treated the grasslands in the same way to provoke conflicts, and then Genghis Khan rose.

"The Governor's Mansion must intervene at any time, don't let this kind of vendetta expand, it's better to keep it within a certain range!"

Edward recalled various examples in Chinese history in his head, and could not help warning softly.

"Yes, Your Majesty!" John Perot straightened his face and agreed in a deep voice.

"What the hell is it that troubled our Governor to make so many detours, let's talk about it now!"

"Your Majesty's eyes are as bright as a torch!"

The governors of Europe have always had great power. They are often referred to as vice-kings. They are in charge of political, military, and judicial powers. They are typically high-ranking and powerful, and they cannot take office unless they are trusted ministers.

So, seeing John Perrault's coy look, Edward asked with some amusement.

At this point, John Perrott could only take a deep breath, and then a deep voice sounded:

"Your Majesty, since the development of Ireland, the current situation in Ireland is basically due to the development of immigrants."

"But now, many nobles are coveting the pastures and land here, buying and selling them forcibly, and plundering the land of some immigrants!"

"It's nothing. After all, there are few people in Ireland. If you lose it, you need to develop it. Besides, there is no loss for the Governor's Mansion!"

"Nowadays, many aristocrats and big businessmen conceal the amount and evade taxes. No matter how many people the Governor's Mansion has, it is no match for the vast Irish grasslands. Therefore, Ireland's economy is developing rapidly, but the Governor's Mansion's taxes have not increased much!"

Once Ireland was opened up, there were so many nobles who came to eat meat, and the price was low. From the hard-working immigrants, they harvested mature land and pastures, and established manors and ranches.

The immigrants are also willing to sell the developed land to repay debts and improve their lives. After all, Ireland has plenty of land, as long as they want to develop it.

For example, the royal family owns millions of acres of land in Ireland, hundreds of pastures, and countless manors. The specific area cannot be calculated.

Anyway, Edward knew that the annual profit of the royal family's grain exports from the Irish manor had reached 50,000 pounds, and other wool, cattle and sheep were even more difficult to estimate.

Such a huge profit, if the tax is paid honestly, the loss is heartbreaking.

Besides, Ireland is located in a remote place, too far from the political center of London. The nobles are a bit unscrupulous. Even the royal family has taken the lead. Will other nobles consciously abide by it?

"Your Majesty, the annual tax evasion reaches at least 100,000 pounds. This is a great loss to the Governor's Palace and the United Kingdom!"

"Has it reached this point?" Edward pretended to be surprised.

In fact, in his estimates, there are more true tax evasions than that.

After all, the annual output of the ranch manor is reported by himself once the gate is closed, and it is unknown how accurate it is.

However, Edward didn't want to do this kind of act of digging flesh from himself, and it also offended the nobles.

The affairs of the government have little to do with the royal family. Anyway, the poor are not the royal family.

Seeing the silence of His Majesty the King, John Perrott was a little nervous. He knew that he was reluctant to part with children and could not trap wolves. His Majesty the King would not easily take action on things that are of no benefit.

He took a deep breath, made up his mind, and said in a calm tone:

"Your Majesty, in order to thank His Majesty for your grace, the Irish people intend to pay half of the customs duties to express their determination to show their loyalty to the royal family!"

"Is this true?" Edward could no longer restrain the surprise in his heart, and his voice suddenly became louder.

Half of the tariff, which is much higher than the income of those manors, and it is also very stable.

In fact, after Edward had the sweetness of England's tariffs, he always wanted to get Ireland's tariffs into his pocket, but he was hesitant because of Ireland's resistance.

Of course, it is also possible to take it by force, but those who rule Ireland are those immigrant meritorious classes who worked hard to open up. It is not good for the United Kingdom and the royal family to stir up their dissatisfaction.

Now you can get half of it without much effort, which is pretty good.

As for the nobles, in the face of interests, get out of the way!