I Am a Nobleman in England

　　 England in early autumn, there is no summer heat, no spring haze, no winter cold!

　　 There is only warm sunshine, cool breeze, and rare blue sky and white clouds. On the way back to the castle, Arthur looked at the charming scenery from the distance, while the wind blew across his cheeks, everything in front of him seemed like an illusion. It has to be said 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 are over the top, the more the manor shows the endless openness, reaching the sky.

　　The dense woods cover 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 leaves falling on the dirt road. During Arthur's stroll, his brows are slightly frowned. Such 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, even in the eyes of many people, he is a crazy weird nobleman who has always adhered to the noble tradition that is contrary to the times. Whether it is 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 make a profit to maintain the operation of the castle, than agree to open Boleyn Castle for tourists to visit to make money.

Fortunately, now Boleyn Castle is in charge of him, Arthur Boleyn, who 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.

　　 "咚咚——"

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 the 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 going back and forth on the grass slope, and the cut grass was rolled into a bale and 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 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, and 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 interrupt your work."

　　 After hearing the other party's introduction, Arthur smiled and shook hands with the other party. Instead of greetings, 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 **** 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 back of 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 cost of forage pastures is very high. It costs 150 to 200 pounds per acre per year. If you calculate the maintenance costs of pastures as the cost of raising sheep, you will lose money..."

　　 Hearing the explanation, Arthur squinted his eyes slightly, looked at the grassy **** 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 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 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.

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

Arthur squatted down with a smile, reached out and touched one of them, which was already prostrate on the ground, constantly 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 he is his 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 around him happily also said ‘um. . . "sound.

　　 "Hello, Anna, Brady." Arthur didn't favor one or the other, smiled and hugged two dogs, and did a few times in his arms.

　　 "Wow--"

　　 Burt 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 affectionately.

　　 "Haha..."

　　 Arthur turned his head and avoided with a smile, hugged the dishonest Bert, and ordered: "Don't make trouble. Honestly. UU reading www.uukanshu.com"

　　 "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.

"Yes, I haven't seen it for 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 is obviously a bit 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, eating is not very good, it is too old..."

　　 Butler Paul showed worry and sadness on his face, looking 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 cheap old man, I am afraid that Dean will be sent away soon.

　　In the Boleyn family, the black Labrador is a family dog. Every child born will receive one as a birthday gift when he is sixteen years old and he must feed it himself.

　　 This is tradition. Dean is the last dog of the cheap old man who passed away. Bert 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 sitting on the sofa and watching TV, lying on the carpet near the fireplace and burning by the fire, and will go to their private bathroom by themselves. The toilet or something.

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