living in 16th century england

Chapter 58 Trust Is the Mother of Deceit

After all, Henry VIII is young now, stealing other people's things, in fact, he still has a little bit of conscience.

There is no interest charged on a loan of [-] pounds, which actually means compensation.Of course, if it wasn't for Matthew's outstanding business talent, he wouldn't be so forthright.

This is of the same nature as banks are only willing to give huge loans to the rich.

Devout religious people cannot be kings, let alone bishops and popes.

The 19-year-old handsome boy and the 40-year-old meaty fat man in the future are completely two people.Regardless of weight or personality.

Some historians believe that Henry VIII was mild in the early days, but he became a tyrant in middle age.

This is interesting. As the saying goes, there is no confusion at forty. Could it be that a tyrant is the perfect king?

Regarding this war, Dickens believed that "by the blessing of the tireless Pope, the continent of Europe is once again plunged into war."

Some people in Europe believe that Britain's "shit-stirring" strategy is nothing more than an imitation of the strategy of the Holy See.

After Baker left, Henry VIII sulked in his chair.A servant came in and reported: "My king, Sir Howard, please see me."

Henry tidied up his appearance and said, "Let him in."

Of course Henry VIII had a navy, and his father left him some ships—six warships, and the rest were small auxiliary ships.

One of them is the "Prince Regent" with a kiloton displacement.There is also an [-]-ton "Monarch".At first glance, it is a typical product of people who are stupid and have a lot of money.Equipped with stone-shooting cannons, forged cannons and copper cannons.The types are even more varied.And the speed was so slow that the Sovereign was thrown away immediately~ it was considered unsuitable for sailing.

When it comes to shipbuilding, Henry VII is a stick.Not as good as the Mary Rose made by Henry VIII.It's a pity that Mary Rose, who has made great military achievements in history, will never appear again.

In their place will be the Mary Rose-class battleships of the Plymouth Dockyard.They will be faster than the historical Mary Rose, smaller in tonnage, more reliable and stable, and more ferocious in firepower. They are recognized as the best ocean-going warships in the middle and early 16th century.

The Navy is eager to make contributions, and Howard's purpose is very simple, that is, to complain.

Henry VIII stood up: "My general, please wait patiently for a year. England needs to accumulate strength."

Howard stood straight: "My king, I have seen that ocean-going clipper... I think it is very suitable for maritime blockade missions... at least you should try it."

Henry VIII: "There is only one thing, we need patience."

Howard hesitated for a moment: "I heard that the Baron of the Isles of Scilly still has a few clippers like this, can you... recruit?"

Henry VIII stared at Howard for a while.But Howard held his head up without blinking his eyes.

"The baron is also tasked with collecting rations. Most of them are small boats of 70 tons. We need some time... Sir, you need patience."

Howard: "My king, we lack ships, even in a defensive posture, we are stretched..."

Henry VIII: "The Earl of Kildare will lead his fleet to assist you in defending Portsmouth. The messenger has set out."

Howard: "But what about Plymouth?"

Henry VIII: "The French are not so fast. The baron will raise a small army, plus the local militia. His fleet is also capable of fighting. Remember, there is a cannon foundry over there, and he will have enough defensive force. The squires of the local councils are more active in protecting their property."

Howard, of course, has complaints.Still, the young king has done well enough.As soon as he took over the throne, he spent huge sums of money to build new naval ships.Although the twists and turns continued, but finally some results.

Howard salutes his resignation.

Henry VIII suddenly said, "How is Nivit doing in your place?"

Howard: "Sir Thomas Nevitt is active and brave, and he is a quick learner. I am going to promote him as my deputy."

Henry VIII showed a smile: "I'm glad to hear the good news."

"By the way, you can take some time to visit Plymouth. There is news that the Baron of the Isles of Scilly is about to launch a few clippers. You can try to buy some with navy funds."

Howard: "..."

Henry VIII: "If the Baron doesn't sell, nothing to do, just tell me."

After Howard left, Henry VIII walked back and forth for a while.Finally he picked up a flute, and the melodious sound of the flute immediately resounded through Xiaoyao Palace.

A cook, shirtless, was busy when he heard the sound of the flute and stopped. Then he wiped his hands, found his overalls, put them on, and went on working again.

Cohen likes this kind of moment the most. The king's instrument level is really not covered.He even hummed along.

While the flute was playing, Henry VIII had other thoughts in his mind...

"My child, you must remember. Trust! Is the mother of deceit! Preventing problems before they happen is the greatest kindness."

No wonder Henry VIII thought to himself that he put me under house arrest as soon as I was born, and kept me isolated from the world until my brother died of a serious illness.

What would have happened to me if my brother hadn't died?
If I have two children, should I also put one under house arrest?What if there are many?
Knights in armor stand in a row.The cooks, in their respectable uniforms, lined up, took their knives, cut off a piece of their own cooking, and put it in their mouths.

Amidst the melodious sound of the flute, the maids walked through the long corridor with silver trays with lids on them.

Suddenly, one of the knights in armor took off a mace and walked towards the bushes beside him. The other knights just glanced at it and continued to move forward.

During the frenzied beating by the knights, a young man screamed, and soon fell to his own excrement with multiple fractures and was dying. Several soldiers in the distance rushed over.

The knight growled and pointed: "Drag it out... let the bureaucrats confirm, let whoever brought it take it away, and then come back and tell me his name. If no one claims it, cut off his head! Do you hear me!"

The wonderful sound of the flute made Cohen feel particularly relaxed.

He heard the screams and the roars of his men not far away.Can't help but snort, it's been two months since the new regulations, yet there are still people who dare to defecate anywhere?
He looked at his men who were approaching.

A knight in armor said: "Sir, there is no problem. Except for a guy who doesn't know what to say."

Cohen nodded.

The maids were led by the maid officer, and the outside table was quickly filled with food.

"If someone refuses to carry out your order? Boy... usually I will kill him. But before that, I will think carefully to determine that it is necessary and safe."

"My king, you were kicked out of your palace by shit? I think this will definitely become a laughing stock in the history books... Hahaha..."

"History? What is this?"

"It is said that in the far east, they have a court official called the Historian, who records all kinds of things he knows. It has a history of at least a thousand years..."

"I don't believe it. Doesn't anyone in your Hawkins estate defecate anywhere?"

"Of course not, because I repaired the toilet, and I will be fined... Those people actually dragged you at your house? Don't they take you seriously! Hahaha..."

The sound of the flute disappeared, and Henry VIII finally stopped.He picked up a cloth and wiped it carefully.

There was a knock on the door, and Cohen's voice came: "My king, it's time to eat."

Henry VIII went out of the room, walked to his seat and sat down: "Cohen, you will take someone to the Tower of London later to see if Edmond de La Pole is still alive and well. If he is physically If he is healthy, cut off his head and bring it back for me to see."

Cohen didn't even type a word: "It must be as you wish."

This white rose bloodline, a pretender to the throne's death was brought forward.

"Also, tell Wolsey to draw up a decree that no one shall sell ... strategic goods ... to the French. Let him come tomorrow."

Ke Enqi said: "What are strategic materials? If the bishop asks, how should I answer?"

Henry VIII: "That's the discussion for tomorrow."

Matthew didn't know how much influence he had on Henry VIII.Surrounded by soldiers and attendants, he had set sail with twenty thousand pounds in gold.

An accountant approached: "Matthew, this is the plan we drafted. The oats requested by the quartermaster, after our negotiation, the oats will be given the same price as wheat in the name of instant rations."

Matthew pouted: "The price of wheat? It's a big loss. Have you ever calculated how much it costs wheat to turn into bread? And the military significance of this kind of military ration? It can save an army cooking time, which is huge Improve tactical ability and maneuverability. Huh, only 500 cwt? This guy must be doubtful, you should let him eat a bowl first... After this order is completed, tell him that the price will double."

The accountant bowed his head in shame.

Matthew: "Go back to Plymouth and tell everyone to buy up all the grain that can be bought along the coast of France as soon as possible. It doesn't matter if the price is a little higher."

Accountant: "10%?"

Matthew: "15%, oatmeal... 100%."

The accountant smiled and said, "No problem...Spain is in short supply of food now, and the price of wool has become cheaper. Should we sell the food from France? Buy wool?"

Matthew: "No, it will be shipped to London first to ensure military supplies, and the surplus will be shipped to Plymouth first. If the price of wool is right, I will buy some, and I will give priority to English wool, even if the price is a little higher."

Accountant: "Okay...Joseph wants to transport some grain to the Tyne Estuary in the northeast, and Portsmouth. But the amount is not very large."

Matthew is not very familiar with this place: "Northeast Tyne Estuary?"

Accountant: "I've been there. There's a coal mine there. It's not far upriver from Fort Newcastle."

Matthew: "Is it near Scotland?"

Accountant: "That's right."

Matthew smiled and said, "Okay, I see."

He looked down at the plan again.

"Plymouth also produces tar? Whose business?"

The accountant wondered: "You don't know? Didn't you ask them to clean the coke oven last time?"

Matthew was a little confused: "The dirty things in the coke furnace are tar?"

(End of this chapter)