PS: Chapter 2, begging for votes, begging for comfort

In one fell swoop, the Scottish Parliament passed the contents of Edward's consultation with the nobles, which were fixed in the form of law.

After Edward learned the news, the whole person relaxed, and the smile on his face deepened, but Edward was satisfied, which did not mean that everyone was satisfied.

Although most of the Scottish parliament is controlled by nobles and monks, ordinary people still have some seats, otherwise how did the more than 50 votes against it come about.

Donald is one of only twenty-seven members of the Scottish Parliament to be a member of the Scottish Parliament, and as the largest rancher in the Sayside, he owns more than 20,000 acres of pasture in the Sayside.

There were 15,000 sheep and 3,000 cattle in the pasture, and the total value reached 100,000 pounds, and his wealth was richer than most nobles, so the Scottish Parliament gave him a seat.

For England, Donald was hated and disgusted, England's wool sold well in Europa, and English merchants often competed with him, resulting in losses of thousands of pounds a year.

For thousands of pounds, he could buy a title of nobility in Germany, or he could buy hundreds of acres of land in sparsely populated Scotland (albeit all like meadows).

As soon as he thought of this, Donald's heart was dripping blood all the time, especially since these were enough for one-third of his annual profits, which made him even more difficult to let go.

But today Parliament has agreed to the United Kingdom of Scotland and England, my God, are the nobles crazy?

Regardless of the aristocrats, Donald voted against it anyway.

You know, the English at this time had always had a huge market in Spain and the Netherlands, as well as in Florence, the textile center of the Mediterranean, and the Scots could not compete with the English there.

In view of the hostility between England and France, the French forbade the English to export textiles to France, and France became the main market for Scottish wool exports.

Moreover, the French had always been an ally of Scotland, and the Scottish merchants had a special status in France compared to other merchants, and the French became the cattle of the Scots.

Parliament now agreed to form the United Kingdom with England, and to make the Tudor Crown the Crown of the United Kingdom, so that Scottish wool could not be exported to France.

This would have cost Donald his life, and without the French market, where would he sell his wool?

So, with a stomach full of resentment and worries about the future, Donald returned to his mansion in Edinburgh, sitting alone in a chair and sulking.

Against the Scottish Parliament? This is not a good idea, the nobles alone can easily crush themselves, not to mention that they have the support of the king of England behind them.

How to think about it, Donald found that it was a dead end, is his family business about to fail?

As soon as he thought of this, Donald's face was full of gloom, and his whole person became decadent.

"No! I, Timothy, are doomed, and don't let the nobles and the English people feel good! ”

Muttering in his mouth, Donald couldn't help but clench his fists, his face full of resentment.

"Master, Mr. Russell and Mr. Scott have come to see you!"

While Donald was making up his mind there, a young servant ran in with a cower, saluted, and whispered.

Hearing the servant's message, Donald couldn't help but wonder in his heart, what did they come to him for?

As he walked, he pondered whether they were also one of Scotland's largest ranchers, and that they had the same purpose as themselves.

Thinking of this, Donald's heart couldn't help but light up, and his eyes flashed with a hint of light.

Within a few moments, Donald was in the hall and saw five or six people standing together, led by the red-haired Russell and the old-fashioned-looking Scott.

"Oh, my friend, it's an honor for you to be my guest!"

Donald greeted them with a happy smile, hugged them, and then invited them to their respective seats.

"Donald, we didn't come to you to catch up, you know the specific reason!" The red-haired Russell said slowly with a bitter face.

"Yes, Mr. Donald, we came to you to brainstorm ideas and discuss what to do!"

The old-fashioned Scott didn't speak, but the person next to them did.

Donald glanced at it, and saw a sturdy young man standing up and shouting loudly.

Donald knew him, Nigel, who was also a big sheep farmer, and his name means warrior or victor in Scottish, but with his tall and mighty stature, it was not bad to be a warrior.

Donald thought silently, but his face didn't move.

"Since you're all like this, let's find a way to live for our family together!"

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, and if we don't think of a way, I'm afraid we will all go bankrupt!"

Donald spread his hand and said with a wistful look on his face, and then he looked back at the old-fashioned Scott.

Among so many people, Scott was the only nobleman, although he was a lord, but he was different from them after all, and his family did not raise sheep, which made Donald wonder.

As if sensing the meaning in Donald's gaze, the old-fashioned and silent Scott looked at Donald and said with pity: "My father died in 1542!" ”

In this way, Donald understood what was going on, and in that year King James V of Scotland was killed, along with the nobles who accompanied him, including Scott's father.

And the old-fashioned Scott lived up to this title, he was old-fashioned and persistent, he was angry about the English killing his father, and he was also a Kate (the majority ethnic group of Scotland), and he was deeply resistant to an English king ruling Scotland.

"Otherwise, we will recruit troops to fight with the English, and together with a few of us, there will always be thousands of people!"

Seeing the silence of the crowd, the brave Nigel immediately spoke loudly about his plan, disturbing the peace.

"You can't say that, Nigel, how did we beat the English when we paid for all the miscellaneous soldiers?"

Donald looked at Nigel, who was spitting, speechlessly, and hit him directly.

"This-" As if Donald had a point, Nigel was momentarily stuck, not knowing what to say.

At this time, Russell's eyes lit up, and then he said: "But we can recruit some brave people, and we are not short of money anyway!" ”

"You mean the Highlanders?" Donald's eyes lit up and he blurted out a sentence.