In early autumn, there is no sultry summer, no haze in spring, no cold in winter!


    There was only warm sunshine, cool wind, rare blue sky and white clouds. On his way back to the castle, Arthur looked at the charming scenery from a distance, and let the wind blow through his face. Everything in front of him seemed like an illusion. It has to be said that the clouds on the horizon are just right. If there is no strong cloud to set off such a picture, it will be difficult to show its magnificence.


    The more cumulus clouds are on the top, the more open and open the manor is, from Liao Dynasty to the sky.


    Dense woods, thick shade, a dirt road straight through the woods, here is surprisingly quiet but also surprisingly beautiful. Through the woods, you can go back to the castle. There are already a lot of yellow leaves falling on the dirt road. Arthur walks in the meantime, frowning slightly. Such a beautiful scenery can definitely make it a tourist attraction in Hampshire and even in England.


    The cheap dad who has passed away is a traditional and stubborn person, and even a crazy and eccentric aristocrat in the eyes of many people. He has always adhered to the noble tradition that goes against the times. Whether it''s clothes, afternoon tea or dinner, it''s amazing to find fault with life.


    For him, he would rather try his best to develop the farm and make profits to keep the castle running, but he could not agree to open Bolin castle for tourists to visit to make money.


    Fortunately, Arthur Boleyn is the master of Boleyn castle, and there are no people who are against him. This makes him optimistic about a series of changes. Of course, this will inevitably break the existing tranquility and habits of Bolin castle.


    "Dong Dong --"


    Arthur, who was thinking about something, was attracted by the sound of a tractor. Along the direction of the sound, he walked out of the woods and stood on the hillside. He saw the workers driving a tractor harvester and cutting grass slopes. He felt very interesting to see this process for the first time.


    The machine came and went back and forth on the grass slope. The cut grass was rolled into bundles and rolled out from the back of the machine and scattered on the grass slope. With the haystack as the foreground, the castle in the distance has another kind of beauty. And such a picture should be very rare, after all, the grass slope is only trimmed once a year.


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


    "Hello, Lord. I''m one of your gardeners. You can call me John."


    "Hello, sorry to disturb your work."


    When Arthur heard the other party''s self introduction, he shook hands with a smile. Instead of greeting each other, he pointed to the haystacks and asked, "what will be done with the grass?"


    "Well, Lord, the grass will be sent to the ranch to be processed for cattle and sheep."


    Arthur nodded a little, then reached out to draw the grassy slope area, frowned and asked, "how big is this land?"


    "There are about 10 acres along the Bank of the river, along this side of the forest."


    Good guy, an acre of about six acres, 60 acres of grass slope, is really luxurious enough. The problem is, this area is in the back of the garden area of Bolin castle, which is far away. No matter what you do, it will not affect the overall landscape of Bolin castle. Now it is used to grow grass.


    "Is this pasture?" Arthur asked his biggest concern.


    "No, these are dwarf Bermuda grasses, because the maintenance cost of pasture is very high. It costs 150 to 200 pounds per mu of grassland every year. If the maintenance cost of grassland is calculated as the cost of raising sheep, it will lose money... "


    hearing the explanation, Arthur narrowed his eyes and looked at the grass slope that could not be seen. He sighed in his heart that this was undoubtedly a waste of resources.


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


    "Lord, it''s my pleasure. I''m always at your service."


    Arthur, smiling and shaking hands again, turned and walked to the castle in the distance.


    Wang Wang -


    when he was about to get to the castle gate, he heard a series of barking dogs. Then Arthur saw three Labradors running towards him like black lightning, and at the end there was a black Labrador sitting next to the butler Paul, shouting constantly.


    Instead of being afraid, Arthur stood there smiling and watching Labrador, whose fur was shining in the sun, ran up to him, wagging his tail wildly, stretching his head forward, lowering his body and circling him happily.


    "Ha ha, Burt, don''t you think about me..."


    Arthur crouched down with a smile, reached out and stroked one of them on his knees, sniffing at him, his tail wagging like a rattle, and the black Labrador''s head with a red collar around his neck.


    "En en"


    The black Labrador, named Burt, seemed to confirm that it was his master. He hummed happily, stretched out her head, Tian took Arthur''s hand, and lay down on the lawn, bending his four claws, revealing his abdomen."Ha ha."


    Arthur grinned, reached out and stroked Burt''s fur. The other two Labradors, who were around him happily, also said, "Mm-hmm... "Voice.


    "Hello, Anna, Brady." Arthur did not favor one dog over the other. He hugged two dogs with a smile and gave Mo Cong several times in his arms.


    "Woof woof -"


    Bert sat up and yelled at Arthur twice. Then he stood up and put his front paws on Arthur''s body, and his intimate Tian wore Arthur''s face.


    "Ha ha..."


    With a smile, Arthur turned away, hugged the dishonest Burt and ordered, "don''t make any noise. Be honest. "


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


    Then Paul, the Butler, came up with the last black Labrador, which was a little shaky, and said with a smile.


    "Yes, I haven''t seen you for a long time Arthur stood up with a smile, went up to the Labrador next to the Butler, crouched down, stroked his head, and said softly, "Hi, Dean."


    "Wang Wang --"


    Labrador, named Dean, is obviously a little old, but he still shouts at Arthur twice, reaches out her head and Tian takes Arthur''s palm.


    "Since the death of the old count, Dean has been a bit out of spirits. He is always lying on the sofa in a daze, and his diet is not very good. He is too old..."


    Paul, the housekeeper, looked at Dean, who closed his eyes comfortably under the caress of Arthur, and said to Arthur.


    Arthur looked at Dean and sighed. He can understand that dogs have a spirit. After the death of cheap father, Dean will be sent away soon.


    In the Boleyn family, the black Labrador belongs to the family dog. Every child born at the age of 16 will receive one as a birthday gift and will be fed in person.


    This is a tradition. Dean is the last dog of the dead cheap father. Bert belongs to Arthur. Anna and Brady belong to Arthur''s sister and that stupid brother respectively.


    dogs are as important as children in the Boling family. His dead cheap father even trains them to be like aristocrats, such as sitting on the sofa watching TV, lying on the carpet near the fireplace The fire, they will go to their special toilet to go to the toilet and so on.


    In addition, Boleyn manor also has an area where dogs are buried.


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