I am a nobleman in England

England in early autumn, without the sweltering heat of summer, the haze of spring, and the severe cold of winter!

With only the warm sunshine, cool breeze, and the rare blue sky and white clouds, Arthur's way back to the castle, overlooking the charming scenery, let the wind blow across his cheeks, everything in front of him seemed like an illusion.I have to say that the clouds on the horizon are just right, and such a picture would be difficult to show its magnificence without thick clouds.

The more the cumulus clouds press the top, the more the manor reveals its endless openness, reaching the sky.

The dense woods shade the sun, and a dirt road runs straight through the woods. It is surprisingly quiet but also surprisingly beautiful.Through the woods, you can return to the castle. There are already a lot of withered yellow leaves on the dirt road. During Arthur's stroll, his brows are slightly frowned. Such a beautiful scenery can definitely make it a Hampshire, and even a whole A tourist attraction in England.

The cheap dad who has passed away is a traditional and stubborn person, and even a crazy weird nobleman in the eyes of many people. He has always adhered to the noble tradition that is contrary to the times.Whether it's dressing up, afternoon tea or dining, the nitpicking of life is breathtaking.

For him, he would rather do his best to develop the farm and earn profits to maintain the operation of the castle, than agree to open Boleyn Castle to allow tourists to visit to make money.

Fortunately, the person in charge of Boleyn Castle is now Arthur Boleyn and he has no restraints against him. This makes him optimistic about the next series of changes. Of course, this will inevitably break the existing tranquility and peace of Boleyn Castle. habit.

"Boom boom——"

Arthur, who was thinking about the matter, was attracted by the sound of a tractor. Following the direction of the sound, he walked out of the woods and stood on a hillside. He saw the workers driving a tractor harvester. It was very interesting for him to witness this process for the first time when cutting grass slopes.

I saw the machine back and forth on the grass slope, the cut grass was rolled into a bale, rolled out from behind the machine, and scattered on the grass slope.With haystacks as the foreground, the castle in the distance has another beauty.And such a picture should be hard to come by, after all, the grass slopes are only trimmed once a year.

Arthur walked down the grassy slope. The uncle who was driving the tractor also saw Arthur. As Arthur approached, the other party stopped working, jumped off the tractor, and greeted Arthur with a smile.

"Hello, Lord, I am one of your landscapers, you can call me John."

"Hello, sorry to disturb you at work."

After hearing the other party's introduction, Arthur smiled and shook hands with the other party. Instead of greeting, he pointed to the haystacks and asked: "What will happen to these grasses?"

"That's it, Lord, these grasses will be sent to the pasture to be processed as feed for cattle and sheep."

Arthur nodded slightly, then stretched out his hand and gestured to this grassy area, frowning and asked, "How big is this land?"

"Along the river bank, to the woods on the other side, the entire slope is about 10 acres."

Good guy, one acre is about six acres and 60 acres of grassy slopes are really luxurious enough for him. The problem is that this area is far away from the garden area of ​​Bolin Castle, no matter what you do. It didn't affect the overall scenery of Bolin Castle, and now it is used to raise grass.

"Is this pasture?" Arthur asked the question he cared most.

"No, these are dwarf Bermuda grasses, because the maintenance costs of forage pastures are very high, and each acre of pasture costs 150 to 200 pounds per year. If the pasture maintenance costs are calculated as the cost of raising sheep, you will lose money..."

Hearing the explanation, Arthur squinted his eyes slightly, looking at the grassy slope that was out of sight, and sighed in his heart, this is undoubtedly a waste of resources.

"John, thank you for talking so much with me, so I won't interrupt your work."

"Lord, it is my honor to be at your service anytime."

Arthur smiled and shook hands with the opponent again, then turned and walked towards the distant castle.

Barking--

When he was about to walk to the gate of the castle, he heard a dog barking. Then, Arthur saw three Labradors running towards him like black lightning, and there was a black Labrador at the end. Sitting beside Paul the butler, shouting constantly.

Arthur was not afraid, but stood there with a smile, watching the three Labradors with shiny fur in the sun rushing to him, wagging his tail frantically, stretching his head forward, and lowering his body. Circling around him cheerfully.

"Haha, Burt, did you think about me..."

Arthur squatted down with a smile, stretched out his hand to touch one of them, which was already prostrate, and kept sniffing his scent, his tail wagging like a rattle, and a black Labrador with a red collar around his neck. He asked happily. .

"Yes..."

The black Labrador named Bert seems to have confirmed that it is his own master. He hummed happily, stretched out SHE's head and held Arthur's hand, lying directly on the lawn, with four claws bent, revealing his abdomen .

"Ha ha."

Arthur smiled happily and stretched out his hand to stroke Burt's fur, and the other two Labradors happily circling around him also said, "Yeah..."sound.

"Hello, Anna, Brady." Arthur didn't show favoritism either. He smiled and hugged two dogs, and shook his arms a few times.

"Wow--"

Bert turned over and sat up, yelled at Arthur twice, and then stood up, putting his two front paws on Arthur's body, touching Arthur's face intimately.

"Haha..."

Arthur turned his head and avoided with a smile, hugged the dishonest Bert, and ordered: "Don't make trouble. Be honest."

"Lord, Burt is so happy to see you."

At this time, the butler Paul walked over with the last black Labrador that was a little staggering, and said with a smile.

"Yeah, it's been a long time..." Arthur stood up with a smile, walked to the Labrador beside the housekeeper, squatted down, stroked the top of its head, and greeted softly: "Hi, Dean."

"Wow--"

The Labrador named Dean was obviously a little old, but he still yelled twice at Arthur, and stretched out SHE's head to tian Arthur's palm.

"Since the death of the old earl, Dean has been a bit unable to refresh himself, always lying on the sofa in a daze, and eating is not very good, it is too old..."

Butler Paul showed worry and sadness on his face, and looked at Dean, who was comfortably closing his eyes under Arthur's caress, and said to Arthur.

Arthur looked at Dean and sighed slightly.He can understand that dogs are spiritual, and after the death of the old man, I am afraid that Dean will be sent away soon.

In the Bolin family, the black Labrador is a family dog. Every child born will receive one as a birthday gift at the age of sixteen and must be personally fed.

This is tradition. Dean is the last dog of the cheap old man who died. Burt belongs to Arthur. Anna and Brady belong to Arthur’s sister and that stupid brother.

Dogs are as important as children at Bolin’s house. His dead cheap daddy even trained them like nobles, such as squatting on the sofa to watch TV, lying on the carpet near the fireplace, and going to their private bathroom. The toilet or something.

Moreover, there is also an area of ​​Bolin Manor that is a dog cemetery, which is dedicated to the burial of Bolin family dogs.