Black Iron’s Glory

Chapter VII Training Fees

“I know, Father.” Albert would provoke Claude to reprimand his brothers and sisters, but never against his father's will. From this point of view, his mind was still clear, knowing that his father had a stake in his future and money, even though he was now an adult, and had an enviable job to do.

Because it was clear to him that his father, Mr. Morsan, the chief administrative officer of White Deer Town, was the greatest reliance on everything he had received.

He just said that he knew, but his actions were the exact opposite of what he said. He stared at Claude violently and tore the butter-coated bread and stuffed it in his mouth with hatred, as if it was Claude's flesh that chewed.

Alas... Mr. Morrison sighed heartily that the relationship between the two brothers could not have improved in a short time. Fortunately, I had designed two completely different paths for them, hoping that they would be complementary in the future rather than counterproductive.

Dropping the cup in his hand, Mr. Morsan pondered and asked his eldest son, "Abel, why didn't Sir Fox take you to the county yesterday? ”

Albert retracted his gaze and shrugged: “How do I know? Sir said I had been working for twelve consecutive days, so he gave me three days off to get some rest. I think maybe he went to County this time because of a personal affair, so it wouldn't be easy to take outsiders there. As for anything personal, I think you know that. ”

Perhaps Albert thought his answer was fine, but his slight tone made Mr. Morsan frown, positively: “Abel, I hope you didn't let me hear that tone and answer outside. Any rumor and wind about Sir Fox will form a big storm in White Deer Town, and I don't want to see you crushed by this storm...”

It was just that Mr. Morsan's warning was not on his eldest son's mind: "I understand, I was just talking at home, and I was asked if I would answer the jazz because of an urgent matter, not to see his lover. ”

Mr. Morsan shook his head: "Abel, in fact, I am disappointed in you. You have been with Sir Fox for two years and you have not yet fully earned his trust to become his heart. Otherwise, things like jazz going to a secret meeting with your lover will not be hidden from you, even he will entrust you to arrange, instead of sending you home to rest..."

“But I still know he went to County to meet his mistress! Sir didn't even want to hide it from me, all the papers and correspondence went through my hand, and most of them even asked me to reply on his behalf... and the last time I praised what I could do in front of you and your colleagues?” Albert interrupted Mr. Morsan's words with disgust.

“Alas, that's what I'm worried about.” Mr. Morsan sighed and said to the eldest son, "How do you know that jazz going to county is a private mistress? Perhaps that's what he wants you to think, that a meeting lover is a perfect excuse to avoid those irrelevant people carrying out his own secret activities. And all you know is that he goes to see his lover, but you don't know who his lover is and where he lives.

Abel, you should understand that as a national congressman, the jazz has a great deal of political resources and connections to trade that will never be on the table. I want you to be a jazz heart, and I want you to be exposed to this, and if you can be trusted by jazz, whether it's political resources or connections, these are vital to your future development.

You're still complacent about all the papers and correspondence you've handled, but you don't know that they're worthless. The deal has been done underneath, and the papers are just a formality in plain sight. As for those letters, they are nothing more than public letters that must be accepted as members of parliament, and they do not concern the minds of the jazz at all. True contact letters have their own code words, like those of private letters are directly in the hands of the jazz. As his secretary, you can only pass them on and you can't see them. That's all I'm saying... ”

“But Sir hasn't praised me in front of you many times...” Albert's face is a little white, but he's not dead yet.

“Just a few good words, and they didn't make the jazz pay an extra penny for it. If you want to hear it, I can hire someone to say something nice about your day in front of you. Are you going to fly Huang Tengda and become a man because of these good words?” Mr. Morsan's bloody irony is that his eldest son is still too young, his personality has not stabilized, he is easily bewitched by his external performance, and he is unable to discover the inner causes directly like himself.

At this point, however, footsteps were coming up the stairs, and Mrs Fields walked down with their precious youngest son, Browick, forcing Mr. Morsan to abandon his intention to continue mentoring his eldest son. He stood up, an old face with a sunflower smile, his hands stretched out: "Oh, my little one's finally coming downstairs, come on, give Dad a hug. ”

Fat Browick had no intention of giving the head of the family any face. He looked at his father and turned decisively from his mother's arms to Claude: “Brother hugs...”

Claude put down the bread with the sausage slices in his hand, this breakfast was really hard for him to eat without meat, and so was the former owner of this body, no wonder the body was stronger than the tall man's boss Albert.

Luckily, his virtuous mother had cut him a sausage in the morning and stuck it in a loaf of bread for a sandwich. In fact, Claude really misses the other world's breakfast delicious, buns, biscuits, fries, tofu brains, and those porridge sauces, rotten milk and oil peanuts, etc. Every time he remembers these, he can only swallow in his stomach...

After taking over Little Browick, he grabbed a pinch on his baby's fat face: “Little Fatty, you're not a good boy, so big and let Mom take you downstairs. ”

Little chubby stuck his mouth in agony: “It was my mother who had to hug me. I said I was going downstairs myself, but my mother said I was still young and would roll down by accident...”

Claude laughed bitterly. The old man's love for his youngest son had nothing to say. Fatty was six years old and wouldn't let him climb the stairs himself. He had to hug him every time he went upstairs and downstairs, thanks to their ability to move.

“Mom, let Little Booker go up and down the stairs. We didn't climb ourselves when we were three or four years old. Besides, he's growing up fast now, and he's also heavy...”

But Claude's kindness was ignored by both parents.

“It's okay, I can still hold it.” Mother said that Mr. Morsan nodded straight next to him.

Claude couldn't help but sit on his lap and Blovik said, "Fatty, what do you want to eat? Brother, get it for you. ”

“I want bread, remember to honey it.” Little chubby pointed at the honey tin on the table and said.

“Okay, Dad, honey you.” Mr. Morsan hastily spooned the honey from the tiny tin of honey and applied it to the bread slices.

Well, the usual breakfast for the Fields is basically fried eggs and white bread slices, drinks of milk or black tea, sometimes oatmeal, and occasionally an apple. There is no soy sauce in the world, fried eggs can be eaten with a little salt, so can bread, buttered with a little salt, and of course Claude likes to put some meat in the bread slices.

Honey on the table is for milk and black tea, and the sweetness of the world is basically honey. I've also heard of brown sugar made from beet root in the north of the continent, but Claude hasn't seen it. Sometimes cooking apples can also be honeyed, after all the apples in the world are not very sweet. As for white sugar, what is it? Never heard of it...

If Albert, Claude and the Angelina brothers and sisters also ate with honey, the result would be a harsh reprimand by Mr. Morsan, describing the exclamation that children today do not know how to save and cherish a good life, but only waste greed and enjoyment.

But if Blovik wants to eat honey topped with bread tablets, there's nothing wrong with that, even if it's for the little fat guy.

“By the way, Father, Teacher Mark says we're going to have equestrian training next week, and everyone is going to pay three riasos for training, and if you want to have a training horse for personal professional training, you need a silver tower royalty, you see…” Claude said to Mr. Morsan, putting down his dried milk cup.

“I disagree.” Every time we talk about money, Albert, the boss, always unintentionally imagines himself as the head of a family, playing either a financial slave or a stingy character. Perhaps in his eyes, all the riches in the family now belong to him in the future, and every penny spent on his brother and sister is like cutting his flesh with a knife.

“Didn't you ride long ago? Remember the last time you guys snuck old Benz's black horse Baucker off the hook, causing old Benz to chase you after half the town? Now that you can ride horses, what kind of equestrian training classes do you have to pay for the training? That's a waste! ”

Old Benz is a delivery man at the White Deer Town Post Office, a black horse named Baucker who also has a common horse at the Post Office with a big green postal bag on his body.

Albert also has good reason to avoid the loss of family property.

Since the financial monetary reform of Sterling IX, the promulgation of new monetary policies and the launching of a series of currencies and currencies, the turbulent exchange of currencies on the Kingdom's market has been greatly curbed, the financial order of the Kingdom has been stabilized and economic development has been greatly facilitated.

A series of metallic currencies currently produced by specialized mints in the Kingdom are called pennies, made of black iron, the smallest currency in units, ten pennies for finnies, ten finnies for bronze coins, ten finnies for sonar, sodium sour for red copper coins, ten sodium sour for riazos, riazos for small silver coins, containing 30% silver, and the rest for lead and zinc alloys. Ten Rias is a silver tare, and a silver tare is a large silver coin, containing 75 percent silver.

Claude used to convert pennies to pennies, finnies to horns, a sonar to a dollar, and Riasso to ten dollars, and Silver Tall to a hundred dollars.

On top of the silver taller is a small gold coin called the Golden Crown, which contains 45 percent gold. Five silver tallers can convert one gold crown, or 500 yuan. And there's a big gold coin, Sofia, with 90 percent gold on it, and five gold kroners can convert one to Sofia. The highest gold coin in the kingdom is said to be the Sterling Shield, a shield-shaped purple gold coin, with the head image of the great Sterling IX, and ten large Sofia gold coins to exchange for a Sterling Shield.

Training fees for equestrian courses for students in national secondary schools are three riasos, or 30 yuan, which is the norm and is not expensive. These costs relate to meal subsidies for those horses and equipment used to replace them during the training period, as well as overtime benefits for horses. Even smoother horses and sturdy equipment will not be tolerated by these 16 to 7-year-old pupils in equestrian classes, and without these additional training fees schools will not be able to afford the extra cost of the entire equestrian training process, as annual funding for education is allocated on a fixed basis.

And what Claude calls the price of a silver tower, which is 100 dollars, is that a student specializes in having a training horse from scratch to learn how to take care of riding to riding training, and from a learning point of view, this silver tower is worth it.