I Am a Nobleman in England

"Snapped--"

Arthur leaned on the head pillow, held a bright spoon in one hand, and knocked an egg lightly in the other, put down the spoon, began to peel the eggshell, and looked down at the half-opened newspaper.

"Did the heavy rain yesterday bring trouble to the manor?"

"No big trouble, but a big tree was struck by lightning, and it will be transported away today..."

Arthur raised his eyebrows slightly, and looked up at the butler Paul standing beside him. Although he concealed it well, he could still see a trace of sadness on Paul's face.

"Is there a story about that tree?"

"..." Paul pondered for a while, and then said with emotion: "That tree was planted by the then Earl of Boleyn, Colonel Baldwin, in 1805, and it has been 204 years since .”

"Well, that's really a pity." Arthur was stunned for a moment, and then sighed with regret, "When they come to take it away, let me know. I want to go and have a look."

"As you wish, Earl." The housekeeper Paul bowed and said with a smile, as if he had thought of something, he said again: "Your father valued these trees with a long history and a hundred years old. He often said a word,' It is the essence of civilization to plant a tree whose shade one cannot enjoy.'."

Arthur nodded silently, and took a bite of the egg. There was no way, what could be done if he was not silent, his cheap father, whatever he said casually was so philosophical, what else could he say, he could only eat honestly.

"Um?"

After eating the egg in one bite, Arthur wiped his hands with a napkin, picked up the newspaper and read it carefully, "The US dollar rose sharply across the board. Spot gold fell below the thousand yuan mark.

Spot gold was at $996.80 an ounce. As major central banks, including the Federal Reserve, announced plans to cut some emergency lending facilities, the dollar surged across the board, triggering a flood of selling orders into the gold market, causing spot gold prices to fall sharply in midday trading on Thursday in New York and fell below $1,000 per ounce. Ounce mark.

Although the price of gold retreated rapidly, it was still one step away from last week's 18-month high of $1,023.85/oz and the record high of $1,030.80/oz set in 2008.

. . . A weaker dollar has been the catalyst for the recent surge in gold prices, and the dollar is expected to weaken further before the end of the year, so there is plenty of room for gold prices to rise in the fourth quarter. "

Time, more and more urgent!

Seeing the gold price pull back, this is undoubtedly good news for Arthur, who is going to invest in gold to make a fortune, but it is also a kind of urging for him who has no money in his hand. Opportunities never come Waiting for someone.

"Paul, when will the financial advisor and attorney James Cronin arrive?"

"Count, they'll be here at three o'clock in the afternoon."

Hearing the answer, Arthur nodded, didn't say much, and concentrated on eating breakfast.

After breakfast, I changed into a set of blue overalls in the cloakroom, put on a peaked cap, and went downstairs. In the workshop in the backyard of the castle, I changed into a pair of rain boots. , took four black Labradors to the distant hillside first.

Except for Old Dean who followed Arthur step by step, the other three Labradors ran back and forth on the muddy path.

"Wow woof—"

"Shet, Bert, get out of that mud pit..." The Labrador named Burt, who was watching him, was standing in a pit and calling, Arthur had a black line on his forehead, and said loudly Shout out, Nima, you are a Labrador, not Erha!

"Wow woof—"

"Ha ha..."

The housekeeper, Paul, looked at Bert, who heard the master scolding, came out of the mud pit, and started running and playing with the other two dogs, and couldn't help chuckling. To be honest, this feeling is really good.

As if going back to the past, he inspected and walked the manor with the old earl. . .

When he walked up the hill, he saw three people and a tractor surrounded by a broken tree not far away. Arthur looked down at the old Dean, who seemed a little tired and out of breath, and squatted down. , gently stroking its head.

"Wow woof—hmm..."

Old Dean suddenly yelled twice in one direction, and then let out a humming sound. Arthur looked in the direction and couldn't help being silent. The hand stroking Old Dean's fur became more and more gentle, and a sad expression appeared on his face. .

"It's too old. The old earl used to take it there, and it knew that it was its final destination..." the butler Paul also said in a sad tone.

Arthur sighed slightly, patted Old Dean on the head, then stood up, looking at a small forest depression in the distance, where the cemetery where the Boleyn family used to bury domestic dogs, "Only the destination of death is Eternal..."

After finishing speaking, he stepped on the wet grass and walked forward. The old dog Dean looked up at the butler Paul who was looking at him, and followed behind Arthur with somewhat staggering steps. The butler Paul shook his head and sighed softly. followed.

"Buzz--"

The chainsaw roared, sawdust flew, and a big tree that could not be surrounded by adults was felled into three sections quickly. After hundreds of years of wind and rain, it still failed to resist the ravages of thunder and lightning.

"What kind of tree is this?" Arthur asked with a slight frown as he looked at the charred and blackened part of the front end that had been struck by lightning.

"This is a sour jujube tree, and the texture of the tree is very strong."

Arthur's eyes lit up slightly. The sour jujube tree is also called iron tree, which is extremely difficult to grow. Its root system is a good material for root carving, and it is lightning strike wood. Although there should be no feudal superstition, he even crossed They have all met, and if he said something about not believing in evil, he would really open his eyes and talk nonsense.

"Paul, all the materials of this tree should be preserved, let them dig out the root system as completely as possible with tools, and don't destruct xing felling..."

"This... Earl, it will take time and effort, and the labor cost will be high." The housekeeper Paul looked at Arthur a little strangely and persuaded.

"I understand, but the root system of the sour jujube tree is the best material for root carving. It was planted by the ancestors of the Bolin family. I want to make it into a home and root carving as a souvenir. The death of the ROU body is not a real death. To be forgotten is the real death, isn't it?"

Arthur's rhetorical question made the butler Paul speechless, he could only nod, and then went forward to communicate with the three workers. You know, in the UK, everything that is linked to labor is expensive, but anything that can be produced automatically is expensive. Just cheap.

Time is money and cost. Labor money is always the most expensive. With the reduction of the demographic dividend, I am afraid that I will have to accept the reality that this kind of labor is extremely expensive in the future.

"600 pounds." The housekeeper Paul walked back to Arthur with a helpless smile on his face.

"Yes, but if the root system is seriously damaged, I won't pay." Arthur nodded, turned up the volume, and said to the three standing not far away.

"Don't worry, we are professionals!" The three stood up and said confidently.

"Okay, then I'll wait and see." Arthur smiled and said, turning around and walking back, he said to the housekeeper Paul: "Sign an agreement with them."

"Understood, Earl." Hearing Arthur's order, although the housekeeper Paul didn't understand why he valued the tree so much, it was undoubtedly nonsense to say that it was planted by the ancestors of the Boleyn family.

In fact, Arthur was just a temporary idea, but at this time, Arthur was occupied by another thing, that is, he thought of the possible reason why he transmigrated into this body—— A silver cross!