Black Iron’s Glory

Chapter Three: The Big House of Red Bricks

For Claude today, his father, Morsan, had no point in harsh words and complaining about his grandfather, and no one could expect a young farmer who had not left the 100-mile radius of White Deer from childhood until he was twenty-five or six years old.

In fact, a farmer who eats his last meal, who is in danger of survival in times of hunger and deprivation, doesn't think of any titles, words, official titles or anything like that, nothing that has nothing to do with him, and only bread, houses, is the real thing that he sees as his greatest asset.

You know, the biggest amount of money his grandfather Hasby had seen before was a couple of silver coins in the hands of the owner of the tavern, and the biggest official he'd ever dealt with was a tax collector and butler for the Baron of the White Deer Town Seal, and from time to time he had to be whipped.

So when he asked His Royal Highness for the Rothschmann Palace, he had all the courage and was ready to take another whip. In the eyes of young Hasby, this Hogo-style building is the most beautiful big red brick house he has ever seen, and when he was a little boy, he used to look so far away at the noble lords and ladies of the flower branches who were so tall that they came in and out of the hall in magnificent carriages, laughing and music floating from time to time.

At that time, Little Hasby thought this beautiful big red brick house was what his parents called heaven, not to worry about eating and wearing, not to mention the cold winter. And when he grew up, his wish was to go into that big red brick house and do a chore, and unfortunately Baron Seal never recruited servants in the town.

Prince Calgart agreed to Hasby's request, which sounded like heaven to Hasby, and he fainted almost instantly in excitement.

The prince promised to do so and immediately ordered the guarded soldiers to leave the town's most luxurious embassy, taking only the weapons and some documents they had seized, leaving behind even those left behind by the Baron of the Sealed Lands family to Hasby.

Hasby wandered sleepwalking in this most sacred palace of his own, silver tableware and candlesticks, crystal glasses and crystal lamps, gold-plated door handles and painted gold frames on walls, velvet curtains and wool carpets, and a box full of gold and silver coins on the table, all of which belong to him from today on...

Prince Calgart hastily left with his armed forces after only three days in White Deer Town to fight for the revival of the kingdom. Hasby didn't follow the team. First, the injuries on his waist were not healed, and second, he couldn't help but leave the big red brick house he had just acquired and didn't feel comfortable entrusting it to others.

“If your grandfather could look away rather than stay in town and be a watchdog, then perhaps our family would own an aristocratic estate in King's Landing and get a title seal and no longer have to stay in this town. ”

When Mr. Morsan said this to his children, he forgot one of the most important prerequisites was that his father was fortunate enough to survive the civil war in the Kingdom for more than three years. You need to know that the 484 gun battalions at the White Deer Town Stone Sentinel collected by the Prince and the 28 recruits recruited in the town nearly all died in the defeat of the Prince during the pre-Civil War period. By the time the prince came to the throne, only eleven people were still alive, but all the survivors had been granted the title, the worst of which was the Lord, and the family estate.

When these survivors returned home to visit their family and friends, Bai Lu Town and Southwest Tri-County were struck. Those who survived were remembered only for their glory and wealth, but forgotten the bitter bones of the battlefield and the tears of their families.

In the same vein, Mr. Morsan, those who have not experienced the battlefield speak only loudly about the military and have no idea of the cruelty of war. He sees his father as a coward and incompetent man, content with the small fortunes in front of him and wasting his destiny giving him the best opportunity to change his life so that the Fields could only stay in White Deer Town and not go further.

In a way, Claude's grandfather Hasby was an honest farmer and a better man. When the news spread that he was awarded the prince as the new owner of the Rodman Palace, the most beautiful big red brick house in town, almost all the people in White Deer Town came to visit him, praised him, praised him, so much so that he became the first warrior of White Deer Town, who broke into the Palace by himself to destroy hundreds of vicious enemies...

Due to the premature death of his parents, Hasby very much welcomes these family, friends and neighbors, and every time he entertains them with a warm reception. As he imagined when he was a kid, the big red brick house was filled with joy, wine and barbecue...

So Hasby's wealth was half as fast as the naked eye could see, and the silver tableware and crystal glasses at home were flying flat. When Hasby visited his house one day, he noticed that the wool carpets in those rooms were missing, the portrait had been torn down and the gold frame had disappeared. Even the velvet curtain cloth on many windows was cut by half, and the gold-plated door handles and brass door locks were missing, leaving only one black hole...

Hasby stunned for half a day before suddenly realizing that he was closing the door to thank the guests and collecting everything valuable in the house.

The big red brick house is too big for Hasby, with four suites each on the third and second floors below, each with three rooms plus its own toilet and toilet, in addition to the top four lobbies, two kitchens, three grocery rooms and warehouses, four servant rooms and a shared bathroom on the first floor.

For Hasby, cleaning the whole house was a heavy burden, and he couldn't have cleaned the whole house for three days and two nights. But the big unmanned red brick house faded quickly. It's only been more than a year. The house looks a little worn out. The corner of the wall is full of moss. Several windowsills have climbed into the vine. There are also wood tiles on the roof. No one paints. I don't know when it will leak...

After a massive shrinkage of property, Hasby began to be suspicious and reluctant to hire a helper to clean up for fear of his property being stolen again. After thinking about going, he decided to find a wife and guard the house with himself. So he targeted Molly, the miller's only daughter. On Miller.

Faced with the first warrior in White Deer Town, young newly rich Hausby's shearing, Molly with big fat ass tits easily hooked up, the 19-year-old girl is the age of fantasy, and Hasby is the Prince Whitehorse in Molly's mind.

Miller Carmento. Miller, one of the few people in town who doesn't see Hasby, thinks that Hasby is just a lucky outburst, hopes to find a son-in-law to inherit his mill after he dies in the future and give his precious only daughter a carefree life.

So the miller turned down Hasby's offer to ask the owner of the tavern to propose to his daughter, saying that Hasby was not an honest and brave man, and if Hasby was really the number one warrior in White Deer Town, he should have joined Prince Calgart's team at that time, Blood Warfare Sandbox, instead of guarding his big red brick house here.

Besides, Hasby had a bad reputation for this time. People said he became petty and stingy. The miller feared that his baby daughter would be like a maid when she married him. He was busy cleaning the big red brick house all day, suffering...

This is a father's love for his daughter, but when the miller returns to the mill and finds the naked Hasby and his own daughter on the wheat pile next to the pebble mill, he understands that everything is late, the dough has gone into the oven and baked into bread, and if he doesn't want to, he can only wish his daughter true love, otherwise it will be a town joke for him and his daughter.

Under the chairmanship of the Reverend of the Temple of the Moon, Molly, daughter of the miller. Miller became the hostess of the big red brick house. The miller soon realized that his concerns had become a reality, and his daughter had been busy wearing a maid in a big red brick house all day.

“You can't go on like this, even if you have more money, but only if it doesn't go in and out, it's going to cost you one day. And you don't have kids yet, and when Molly has kids, the family will spend more money, and you have to have a job to earn money to make sure that your life goes on.” The miller said to his son-in-law.

Hasby thought for half a day: "Why don't I go buy some fields? ”

The miller looked at him with contempt: "Do you think you can still hold the hoe? ”

Hasby was ashamed, and enjoying his blessings, he can no longer tolerate the life of a farmer who went to that dining room.

“Why don't I go help you?” Hasby said to his father-in-law.

“No, I can still do it now, at least for over a decade.” The miller is angry: “You wooden head, don't you know to pick up the gold coin before you? Think about your big red brick house. Don't you have any feelings? ”

“What's wrong with the house?” Hasby was alert immediately.

“I didn't hit on your big red brick house idea.” The miller hurried away: “Don't be nervous, I mean, the room in your house is too big for you and Molly. Haven't you ever thought about using these rooms to make money for yourself? ”

“Making money? How do you make money with these rooms?” Hasby is confused.

“Alas...” the miller sighed, his son-in-law's head was really uncharted, so just tell him straight away: "I mean, Hasby, you can open a fancy hotel with your big red brick house. Think of it, the house, which was originally the Baron Rodman's house, has always been famous. Everyone was curious about everything in this house.

If you convert this house into a luxury hotel, there will surely be a lot of people coming to the curtain, and they will want to experience how Baron's daily life is. Then you can easily make money sitting at home, and every traveler who comes to your door looks like a wallet that gives you gold and silver coins. In the future, when you're too old to do it, you can leave this fancy hotel for your grandchildren, an industry that will last a hundred years. ”

Hasby was moved, and his father-in-law described to him a great cause with a lot of money, especially the last admonition of the miller: "Trust me, Hasby, you won't regret this. After 100 years, your children will be proud of you...”

So Hasby decided to take the miller's advice and convert his favorite big red brick house into a fancy hotel...