In early autumn, there is no sultry summer, no bleakness in spring, and no harsh cold in winter!

With only the warm sunshine, cool breeze, and the rare blue sky and white clouds, Arthur returned to the castle, looking at the charming scenery while letting the wind blow across his cheeks, everything in front of him seemed like an illusion. It has to be said that the clouds in the sky are just right, and such a picture will definitely not be magnificent without the thick clouds.

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

The dense forests are covered with thick shade, and a dirt road passes straight through the woods. It is surprisingly quiet but surprisingly beautiful. After passing through the woods, you can return to the castle. There are already many yellow leaves falling on the dirt road. Arthur walks through it, frowning slightly. Such a beautiful scenery can definitely make it a tourist attraction in Hampshire and even the whole of England.

The dead father is a traditional and stubborn person. In the eyes of many people, he is a crazy and weird nobleman. He has always adhered to the aristocratic tradition that is contrary to the times. Whether it is dressing, afternoon tea or dining, his nitpicking attention to life is amazing.

For him, he would rather do his best to develop the farm and make profits to maintain the operation of the castle than agree to open Bolin Castle and allow tourists to visit and make money.

Fortunately, the person who is in charge of Bolin Castle is now Arthur Bolin, who has not restricted those who oppose him, which makes him optimistic about the next series of changes, and of course, this will inevitably break the existing tranquility and habits of Bolin Castle.

"Dongdong"

Arthur, who was thinking about things, 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 and mowing the grass slope. He also felt very interesting to see this process for the first time.

I saw the machine back and forth on the grass slope. The cut grass was rolled into bundles of grass, and rolled out from behind the machine and scattered on the grass slope. With haystacks as the foreground, the castle in the distance had another kind of beauty. This kind of picture should be rare, after all, the grass slope is only trimmed 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 stopped working, jumped off the tractor, and greeted Arthur with a smile.

"Hello, lord, I am one of your gardeners, you can call me John."

"Hello, sorry for disturbing you from work."

After hearing the other party’s introduction, Arthur smiled and shook the other party. Instead of greeting each other, he pointed to the haystacks and asked, “What will be done with these green grasses?”

"It's like this, lord, these grasses will be sent to the pastures and processed as feed for cattle and sheep."

Arthur nodded slightly, then reached out and gestured at the grass slope area, frowned and asked, "How big is this land?"

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

Good guy, one acre of about six acres of land and the grass slope of 60 acres is really luxurious. 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 will not affect the overall scenery of Bolin Castle. Now it is used to raise grass.

"Is this forage?" Arthur asked his most concerned question.

"No, these are dwarf Bermuda grasses, because the maintenance cost of forage pasture is very high. Each acre of pasture costs 150 to 200 pounds per year. If the maintenance cost of pasture is calculated as the cost of raising sheep, it will be a loss...

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

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

"Lord, this is my honor to serve you at any time."

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

Wow, Wow, Wow

When he was about to reach the entrance of the castle, he heard a barking of dogs. Then, Arthur saw three Labradors running towards him like black lightning. There was a black Labrador sitting next to the butler Paul, screaming.

Arthur was not afraid, but instead stood there with a smile, watching the three furs radiate with oily luster under the sunlight, running to him, wagging his tail frantically, stretching his head forward, and lowering his body to circle around him happily.

"Haha, Bert, do you think of me..."

Arthur smiled and squatted down, reached out to touch one of them who had already crawled on the ground, constantly smelling his smell, his tail shaking like a rattle, and the black Labrador's head with a red collar tied around his neck, and asked happily.

“Yeah…”

The black Labrador, named Bert, seemed to have confirmed that he was his master. He hummed happily, stretched out his head and slapped Arthur's hand, laying down directly on the lawn, bent his claws, revealing his abdomen.

"hehe."

Arthur smiled happily and reached out to stroke Bert's fur. The other two Labradors who were wandering around him happily also made a sound of "Yeah..."

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

"Woom"

Burt turned over and sat up, shouted at Arthur twice, then stood up, his front paws resting on Arthur's body, and he looked intimately at Arthur's face.

"Ha ha……"

Arthur smiled and turned his head to avoid it, hugged the dishonest Bert, and ordered, "Don't make a fuss. Be honest."

"Lord, when I see you, Bert is so happy."

At this time, the housekeeper Paul walked over with his last step, a little staggering black Labrador, and said with a smile.

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

"Woom"

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

"Since the death of the old Count, Dean has been a little unhappy. He always lies on the sofa and stares blankly. He doesn't eat well. He is too old..."

The butler Paul showed concern and a touch of sadness. He 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 are intelligent. After the father of Cheap will die, he may not be able to send Dean away again in a short time.

In the Bolin family, the black Labrador is a family dog. Every child born at the age of sixteen will receive one as a birthday gift and will be fed in person.

This is tradition, Dean is the last dog of the dead cheap dad, Burt belongs to Arthur, Anna and Brady belong to Arthur's sister and that foolish brother respectively

Dogs are as important as children at Bolin's house. His dead cheap dad even trains them like nobles, such as squatting on the sofa and watching TV, lying on the carpet and cooking near the fireplace, and going to their dedicated bathroom to use the toilet by themselves.
Chapter completed!