"I heard that adults like to drink tea, so I specially asked someone to purchase a lot of good tea from the royal family, after all, these things are in tight sales!"

Count Lanknos looked ahead with watery eyes, and looked at the ruling lord who was slowly closing his eyes, and the corners of his mouth showed a hint of enjoyment, and a trace of joy appeared in his heart.

"Well, yes, this is indeed a good tea from the deep mountains and foggy mountains, if I am not bad, it comes from the Chargan Mountains in Newton County!"

Open your eyes gently, William. The smile on the corner of Sersi's mouth became more pronounced, and the wrinkles on his face seemed to be about to turn into a chrysanthemum.

"Your Excellency, you are so respectful, but I can't afford it!"

The tea from the Chalkan Mountains, but the top part of the entire royal tea plantation, the annual output is only about dozens of pounds, which is extremely precious.

What's more, if you want to buy it, you must be a baron and above to be eligible, and it is not inferior to the tea directly supplied to the court.

This is also the highest grade tea that the aristocracy can drink, and the price per pound has reached hundreds of pounds, and it is often unmarketable.

So, even if it's William. Sersi, who often can't drink a few times, is not a hereditary nobleman.

"Where, where, this thing is just a dead thing, for the identity of the ruling lord, if you want it, you can have it anytime, and I'm just a clown who is fiddling with a few new things today!"

Although the Earl of Lanknos looked very stubborn, he spoke at a very good level, and the archon couldn't help but look up at him.

But obviously, there is something in the earl's words.

Drinking tea, William. Selsey's brain was spinning.

"After all, Your Excellency, you represent the face of His Majesty the King, and in the whole of Scotland, who can not give you some face, and what is the status of a nobleman?"

Although the earl on the other side was smiling, William still felt a chill.

This tea is not delicious.

"Ding-" Gently putting down the teacup, the ruling lord quickly restrained his smile and said solemnly:

"It seems that your cup of tea, Lord Earl, is not delicious!"

"No, it's the tea you gave us first, it's not delicious! This cup of tea of mine is fragrant! ”

The corners of his mouth went up, and with a sneer, Count Lanknos sat up straight and said in a deep voice.

"I'm telling you the truth today, why did you come to Scotland?"

His pale green eyes stared closely at the formidable ruler in front of him, and the Earl was a little annoyed and unhappy.

The former prime minister, who was famous in the whole United Kingdom, suddenly came to Scotland, and in less than half a year, he broke the quiet atmosphere of the whole Scotland, and the nobles were all in danger, and they were sued to the Supreme Court for some reason and at some point.

And this Supreme Court also comes from the central airborne.

In the face of the sudden questioning, the ruling lord immediately showed a faint smile and said softly:

"I want to make poor Scotland into rich England!"

"Poof—" Hearing this, the Earl was stunned for a moment, and then burst out laughing.

"My archon, you—" Speaking of this, the Earl seemed to think of something, his eyes froze, and he immediately said sharply:

"Your idea won't work!"

Then quickly choose to leave.

The Archon did not care about this, he stood up, watched him go, looked at his back, and then added loudly:

"What about the nobles?"

"It's up to you, my lord!" Turning around, he glanced at William. Sercy, Lord Earl snorted coldly.

"It seems that this group of nobles is really difficult to deal with!" Lord Archon said with a sigh.

"We can only wait for the opportunity!"

"However, at the level of those nobles, it should be easy!"

Finally, William. Sercy smiled a little smugly.

Sure enough, with the departure of the Earl of Lennox, suddenly, most of the Scottish nobles did not seem to be lazy at all, but one by one they obeyed the law, and there was no tossing in the past, which was a big surprise.

In this regard, the ruler seems to have nothing to do, repeating the old things every day, handling government affairs, summoning those nobles who ask to see, and imposing crucial fines.

Such a day was about a month or so, and the restrained nobles had been conscientiously waiting for the review and provocation, but who would have thought that the ruling lord seemed to have forgotten them, and did not make the slightest move.

The Scottish aristocracy, who admired freedom and unfettered, slowly felt the slackness of the consuls, so they also slowly relaxed.

At this point, everyone attributed it to the intimidation of Count Lennox and the others, or the ruling had scruples, so he relaxed.

…………

Dumfries, a border region not far from England, is a traditional lowland region and a mix of Anglo-Saxon and Celtic descent.

Most of the lowlands were farming, and spoke English more than Scottish, with a majority of mestizos.

So when it came time to recruit soldiers, this was the place where Scotland had the most soldiers, and it was also the most acceptable place in Scotland for Tudor royal rule.

Of course, due to the fertility of the land, the nobility here is often the most.

This was the case with Field, who had been destitute and had no choice but to join the army, so he joined the army of the United Kingdom and went to Brittany, France.

Fortunately, God forbid, killed a few people and acquired dozens of acres of land, located in Brittany.

But he was nostalgic for his hometown, but he chose to replace, from Brittany to his hometown Dumfries, and finally condensed into fifteen acres.

Still, Field was satisfied, fifteen acres in the lowlands could already feed the family, and even had some spare money to support his son's education.

Yes, he was going to let his son go to England, dozens of miles away, to study, then to take the exam, and then to London, to become a decent official, on an equal footing with the aristocracy.

Thinking of such a beautiful thing, Field sat on the bench of his house, glanced at his son who was playing with mud, and immediately smiled.

"In the future, I can also borrow my son's light and be called a master! It's worth it in this life! ”

At this moment, a discordant voice suddenly came into his ears.

"Field, Field, something is wrong—"

Suddenly, Field's heart trembled, and he turned his head to look.

I saw my neighbor, my friend Pete, who had been playing since childhood, was carrying a hoe, shouting and running at the same time, tired and sweaty, and it seemed that he was in a hurry.

"Something is wrong with your family!"

ps: Once upon a time, there was an author, at the end of the month and the beginning of the month, there were very few readers' recommendation votes and monthly passes, so he ......

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