Warm Dragon

The caravan arrived earlier than expected, and arrived at the Black-waisted Snake Manor on the second day of the manor meeting.

It happened that the manor meeting was held yesterday, and the small market was expanded, so the caravan was able to enter the small market smoothly.

Clothing and farm tools, circus performances, sugar figurines, chickens, ducks, goose eggs, cats and dogs, plasters, ring guessing... The caravan sold a wide variety of items. Of course, no merchants of valuable goods came, and all who came were small merchants.

"Master, do you want to go to the small market for a stroll?" Butler Morris came to the living room to ask.

Russell had finished the knight's morning class and was sweating. Now he was sitting in a chair to rest and read new books.

These new books were all borrowed from the study in Fluorescent Castle - they were borrowed, but they didn't plan to return them. Anyway, neither Baron Roman nor his elder brother Roland liked reading, so leaving them in Fluorescent Castle was a waste of money.

It's better to leave them to Russell, a destined person who loves reading.

"I won't go." Russell said casually, "Butler Morris, give the servants a holiday and let them go to the small market to have some fun."

"Master, please be kind. I will tell the servants the good news right away."

Soon, Russell, who was in the living room, heard the cheers of the male and female servants from the direction of the patio garden.

Happiness is actually very simple, just a short holiday.

Butler Morris walked back again.

Russell said, "You should also take a holiday and go to the small market."

"I can't, sir, the male and female servants are out to the market, you can't be without servants around you." Butler Morris replied.

"Actually, there is nothing to serve, I just plan to read a book at home today."

In Russell's eyes, his life is actually very monotonous, and he doesn't need any servants to serve him all the time.

And the manor villa is just a small villa, there is no need to arrange so much work.

Many jobs are a waste of labor in Russell's eyes, such as the morning cleaning. No matter whether there is dust on the table or the window, the maids have to wipe it from top to bottom, every day.

According to Russell's idea, cleaning once a week is enough.

But in the eyes of housekeeper Morris, it must be meticulous. He will check every corner carefully every day.

Make sure there are no dead corners.

Once some places are not done well or not cleaned clean enough, he will think that it is a loss of dignity for the master, and then scold the servants.

In short.

In terms of housekeeping, Morris is conscientious.

The small manor villa is well managed by him. Upstairs and downstairs, the patio garden, the lawn in front of the door, the kennel and the stable, there is no place that is not clean and tidy. It is a world of difference from the dirt and mess on the charcoal trail and the small market.

"Master, if you have time, I want to talk to you about the selection of the butler."

"Oh, you say."

"The Browns' work in the manor is somewhat... out of place. Mrs. Brown helps in the kitchen, but she is not a kitchen maid after all, and Mr. Brown is even more awkward, because he is too old for a male servant."

The Browns were the servants left behind in the former manor villa, responsible for looking after this country villa for Baron Roman.

But like old Hans's predicament, after the Black Snake Manor was granted to Russell, the baron did not recall these servants.

Then Russell came with his servants, and the Browns were in trouble. In the end, they could only stay here in an awkward position, neither up nor down. This not only made the Browns themselves uncomfortable, but also made Butler Morris very awkward.

"Indeed, it is a bit unfair to let Mr. and Mrs. Brown do odd jobs in the manor villa. Now that you mentioned them, there must be new arrangements?"

"Didn't you say that you wanted to build a black pig farm?" Butler Morris said, "I talked to Mr. Brown, and he is willing to feed black pigs and be a pig farmer. I wonder if he can be arranged to work in the black pig farm?"

"If the black pig farm is really built, it will definitely not be left near the manor villa, but in a village. Is Mr. Brown willing to work in the village?"

"He is willing, I can guarantee that, sir."

"In that case, you can let Mr. Brown give it a try, but I have great hopes for the black pigs, and his job as a pig farmer is very important. If he doesn't do well, I will replace him immediately." Russell said seriously.

The black pig can extract a trace of Yuanli in its body, which is already an excellent gene for breeding Yuan beasts. It is very likely to develop a new breed of breeding Yuan beasts in the future.

The value is immeasurable.

Russell naturally has to make great efforts to cultivate black pigs, and even learn from the breeding knowledge on Earth to continuously optimize the genes of black pigs.

Therefore, the black pig farm must have a pig farmer who can perfectly implement Russell's ideas.

Then Russell asked again: "What about Mrs. Brown? Will she also work at the black pig farm? I remember they have a son who works as a clerk in a store in town?"

"Yes." Morris replied, "But Mr. Brown doesn't want Mrs. Brown to follow him to raise pigs. For women, raising pigs is indeed a bit harder. From what Mrs. Brown means, she still wants to stay in the manor villa."

"If she stays in the manor villa, how to arrange it?"

"I found that Mrs. Brown seems to be very experienced in pastry. Sir, are you willing to arrange an assistant for Mrs. Moore and let Mrs. Brown be a pastry chef to cook all kinds of bread and cakes for you?"

"Pastry chef?" Russell suddenly thought of something.

He did not immediately confirm Mrs. Brown's job as a pastry chef, but said: "Where is Mrs. Brown now? Did she go to the market?"

"No, she stayed in the kitchen to look after the boiler."

"Call her over. I have some ideas to ask her."

"Okay."

A minute later, Mrs. Brown stood in front of Russell. Compared with Mrs. Moore, who was so nervous that her legs were shaking when she saw Russell, Mrs. Brown was much calmer.

"Master, butler Morris said you were looking for me?" Mrs. Brown said. She was about 40 or 50 years old and spoke very gently.

"I heard from butler Morris that you are very good at cooking pastries. So, what pastries can you make? Did you make the pastries and desserts at the meal before?" Russell asked, closing the book in his hand.

"At first, Mrs. Moore made them. Only when Mrs. Moore was too busy to handle the banquets a few times, she would let me make pastries. I can cook most breads, thin biscuits, egg tarts, puff pastry, puffs..."

Mrs. Brown said a lot of common pastries.

"You can make so many pastries. Have you worked in the kitchen of Fluorescent Castle before?" Russell asked curiously.

Mrs. Brown smiled and replied, "Yes, I worked as a kitchen maid in Fluorescent Castle for a while. Mrs. Gramer taught me a lot of pastries."

Mrs. Gramer is the cook of Fluorescent Castle. She also worked in the kitchen of Fluorescent Castle for a lifetime. The food Russell ate from childhood to adulthood was basically made by Mrs. Gramer.

"No wonder."

Russell affirmed Mrs. Brown's ability. In this era, skills and knowledge are as valuable as knowledge, and it is difficult for ordinary people to learn.

"Butler Morris recommended you to be a pastry chef, but I have a new idea. Mrs. Brown, I also study food, so I want you to cooperate with me to invent some new pastries." Russell expressed his thoughts.

Nothing else.

He wanted to eat buns, dumplings, fried dough sticks and big white steamed buns!