I Am a Nobleman in England

In England in early autumn, there is no sweltering heat in summer, no haze in spring, and no severe cold in winter!

There are only warm sunshine, cool breeze, and rare blue sky and white clouds. On the way back to the castle, Arthur overlooks the charming scenery while letting the wind blow across his cheeks. Everything in front of him seems like an illusion. It has to be said that the clouds in the sky are piled up just right. If such a picture is not set off by thick clouds, it will be difficult to show its magnificence.

The more cumulus clouds press down on the top, the more the manor will show endless emptiness and openness, reaching to the sky.

The dense forest shades the sun, and a dirt road goes straight through the forest. It is surprisingly quiet but also surprisingly beautiful. Walking through the woods, you can return to the castle. There are already a lot of withered and yellow leaves falling on the dirt road. Arthur walks along the road, frowning slightly. Such a beautiful scenery can definitely make it a place in Hampshire, or even the whole world. A tourist attraction in England.

The dead cheap father is a traditional and stubborn person, even in the eyes of many people, he is a crazy and weird nobleman, who has always adhered to the noble traditions that go against the times. Whether it's dressing, afternoon tea or dining, the fastidiousness of life is breathtaking.

For him, he would rather try his best to develop the farm and earn profits to maintain the operation of the castle, and it is impossible to agree to open Boleyn Castle and let tourists visit to make money.

Fortunately, Arthur Boleyn is now the master of Boleyn Castle, and there are no people who oppose him. This makes him full of optimism for the next series of changes. Of course, this will inevitably break the existing tranquility and peace of Boleyn Castle. Habit.

"Boom——"

Arthur, who was thinking about something, was attracted by the sound of a tractor. Following the direction of the sound, he walked out of the woods and stood on the hillside. He saw a worker driving a tractor harvester. He also found it very interesting to witness this process for the first time while mowing the grass slope.

I saw the machine going back and forth on the grass slope, and the cut grass was rolled into bundles, then rolled out from the back of the machine and scattered on the grass slope. With haystacks as the foreground, the castle in the distance has another kind of beauty. And such a picture should be rare, after all, the grass slope is only mowed once a year.

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

"Hi, Lord, I am one of your landscapers, you may call me John."

"Hi, sorry to interrupt your work."

After hearing the other party's self-introduction, Arthur smiled and shook hands with the other party. Instead of exchanging greetings, he pointed to each haystack and asked, "What will you do with these grasses?"

"That's right, Lord, the grass will be sent to pastures to be processed as feed for cattle and sheep."

Arthur nodded slightly, then stretched out his hand to gesture the area of ​​the grassy slope, and asked with a frown, "How big is this land?"

"Along the bank, to the woods on that side, the whole slope is about 10 acres."

Good guy, one acre is about six acres, and the grassy slope of 60 acres is really extravagant. The problem is that this area is far away from the garden area of ​​Boleyn Castle. No matter what you do It will not affect the overall scenery of Boleyn Castle, so it is now used to grow grass.

"Is this pasture?" Arthur asked the question he was most concerned about.

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

Hearing the explanation, Arthur squinted his eyes slightly, looked at the grassy slope beyond the horizon, and sighed in his heart, this is undoubtedly a waste of resources.

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

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

Arthur smiled and shook hands with the other party again, then turned and walked towards the castle in the distance.

woof woof——

When he was about to reach the gate of the castle, he heard a bark of dogs, and then Arthur saw three Labradors running towards him like black lightning, and there was a black Labrador at the end. Sitting next to the butler Paul, he kept yelling.

Arthur was not afraid, but stood there with a smile on his face, watching the three Labradors with shiny fur under the sun running to him, frantically wagging their tails, stretching their heads forward, and lowering their bodies circling happily around him.

"Hehe, Bert, have you thought about me..."

Arthur squatted down with a smile, stretched out his hand to touch one of the black Labradors who had already prostrated on the ground, constantly smelling his scent, wagging its tail like a rattle, and tied a red collar around its neck. He asked happily .

"Enm..."

The black Labrador named Burt seemed to have confirmed that he was his master. He hummed happily, stretched out his head and held Arthur's hand, and lay down directly on the lawn, with his four claws bent, exposing his abdomen .

"Ha ha."

Arthur smiled happily and stretched out his hand to stroke Bert's fur, and the other two Labradors who were happily wandering around him also said 'hmm. . . "Voice.

"Hi, Anna, Brady." Arthur didn't favor one over another, hugged the two dogs with a smile, and kissed a few times in his arms.

"Wow woof—"

Burt turned over and sat up, called Arthur twice, then stood up, put his two front paws on Arthur's body, and kissed Arthur's face affectionately.

"Ha ha..."

Arthur smiled and turned his head away, hugged the dishonest Burt, and ordered: "Don't make trouble. Be honest."

"Lord, Bert is very happy to see you."

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

"Yeah, I haven't seen you for a long time..." Arthur stood up with a smile, walked up to the Labrador next to the butler, knelt down, stroked the top of its head, and greeted softly: "Hi, Dean."

"Wow woof—"

The Labrador named Dean was obviously a little old, but he still called Arthur twice, stretched out his head and patted Arthur's palm.

"Since the death of the old earl, Dean has been a little unable to cheer up, always lying on the sofa in a daze, and his diet is not very good, he is too old..."

The housekeeper Paul looked worried and sad, looked at Dean, who was comfortably closing his eyes under Arthur's caress, and said to Arthur.

Arthur looked at Dean and sighed softly. He could understand that dogs had souls, and after Daddy Cheap passed away, it might not be long before he would send Dean away again.

In the Bolling family, the black Labrador belongs to the family dog. Every child born at the age of sixteen will receive one as a birthday present and have to feed it himself.

It's tradition, Dean is cheap daddy's last dog who died, Bert belonged to Arthur, Anna and Brady belonged to Arthur's sister and that stupid brother respectively

Dogs are as important as children in Bolling’s house. His dead cheap dad even trained them to be like nobles, such as squatting on the sofa watching TV, lying on the carpet near the fireplace to warm up, and going to their dedicated bathroom by themselves Toilets and such.

Moreover, there is an area of ​​the Boleyn Manor that is a dog cemetery, which is specially used to bury the dogs of the Boleyn family.