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

With only warm sunshine, cool breezes, rare blue skies and white clouds, Arthur was on his way back to the castle, looking out over the enchanting scenery in the distance, letting the wind blow across his cheeks, and everything in front of him seemed like an illusion. I have to say that the clouds on the horizon are gathered just right, and such a picture will be difficult to show its magnificence if it is not set off by thick clouds.

The more the cumulus clouds overpowered, the more the manor showed endless emptiness and openness, reaching to the sky.

The dense woods shade the sun, and a dirt road runs straight through the woods, which is surprisingly quiet but also surprisingly beautiful. Walking through the woods, you can return to the castle, there are already a lot of dead yellow leaves on the dirt road, Arthur strolls around, frowning slightly, such a beautiful scenery, it can definitely make it a tourist attraction in Hampshire, and even the whole of England.

The deceased cheap dad is a traditional and stubborn person, and even a crazy eccentric aristocrat in the eyes of many people, who has always adhered to aristocratic traditions that are contrary to the times. Whether it's dressing, afternoon tea or dining, the fastidious attention to life is breathtaking.

For him, he would rather do his best to develop the farm and make a profit to keep the castle running, rather than agree to open Boleyn Castle for tourists to visit to make money.

Fortunately, it is now Arthur Boleyn who is in charge of Boleyn Castle, and there is no restraint on those who oppose him, which makes him full of optimism about the next series of changes, of course, which will inevitably break the existing tranquility and habits of Boleyn Castle.

"Knock-"

Arthur, who was thinking about things, was attracted by the sound of a tractor, and following the direction from which the sound came, he walked out of the woods, stood on the hillside, and saw the workers driving a tractor harvester, mowing the grass slope, and he was very interesting to witness this process for the first time.

I saw the machine going back and forth on the grass slope, and the cut grass was rolled into bales of grass balls, rolled out from the back of the machine, and scattered on the grass slope. With haystacks in the foreground, the castle in the distance has another beauty. And such a picture should be rare, after all, the grass slope is only mowed once a year.

Arthur walked down the grassy slope, and the uncle who was driving the tractor also saw Arthur, and as Arthur approached, the other party also stopped working, jumped off the tractor, and greeted Arthur with a smile.

"Hello, Lord, I am one of your gardeners, you may call me John. ”

"Hello, sorry to interrupt your work. ”

After hearing the other party's self-introduction, Arthur smiled and shook hands with the other party, did not say much greeting, but pointed to the haystacks and asked, "What will be done with these grasses?"

"Yes, Lord, the grass is sent to pasture and processed as fodder for cattle and sheep. ”

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

"Along the riverbank, to the woods on that side, this whole slope is about 10 acres. ”

Good fellow, an acre of about six acres of land, 60 acres of grassy slopes, it is really a luxury for him, the problem is that this area is still far from the back of the garden area of Boleyn Castle, no matter what you do, it will not affect the overall scenery of Boleyn Castle, and now it is used for grass raising.

"Is this grass?" asked Arthur his greatest concern.

"No, these are dwarf Bermuda grasses, because the maintenance cost of pasture pasture is very high, it costs 150 to 200 pounds per acre of pasture per year, and if you calculate the cost of pasture maintenance as the cost of raising sheep, you will lose money... “

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

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

"Lord, it's my pleasure to be there for you. ”

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

Wangwangwws—

As he was about to reach the castle gate, he heard a dog barking, and Arthur saw three Labradors running towards him like black lightning, and a black Labrador sitting next to Paul, the butler, barking incessantly.

Arthur was not afraid, but stood there smiling, watching the three Labradors with shiny fur shining in the sunlight running up to him, wagging their tails frantically and sticking their heads forward, lowering their bodies and circling him in a cheerful circle.

"Hehe, Bert, don't you think about me... ”

Arthur smiled and crouched down, reached out and stroked the top of the head of one of the black labradors who were already prostrate on the ground, sniffing him constantly, wagging his tail like a rattle and wearing a red collar around his neck, and asked happily.

"Grace ... ”

The black Labrador named Bert, who seemed to confirm that it was his master, hummed happily, stretched out his head to hold Arthur's hand, and lay directly on the lawn, his four paws bent, exposing his abdomen.

"Huh. ”

Arthur smiled happily and reached out to stroke Bert's fur, and the other two Labradors who were happily circling around him also let out 'Uh-huh... Sound.

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

"Wang-"

Bert rolled over and sat up, yelled at Arthur twice, and then the man stood up, put his two front paws on Arthur's body, and kissed Arthur's face affectionately.

"Haha... ”

Arthur smiled and turned his head away, hugged the dishonest Bert, and commanded, "Don't make trouble." Be honest. ”

"Lord, Bert is so happy to see you. ”

At this time, the butler Paul walked over with the last black labrador with a somewhat stumbling step, and said with a smile.

"yes, I haven't seen you in a long time... Arthur smiled and stood up, walked over to the Labrador beside the butler, crouched down, stroked the top of its head, and greeted softly, "Hi, Dean." ”

"Wang-"

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

"Since the old earl died, Dean has been a little unable to lift his spirits, always lying on the sofa in a daze, and the diet is not very good, it is too old... ”

Paul, the butler, looked at Dean, who was comfortably closing his eyes under Arthur's caressing, and said to Arthur.

Arthur looked at Dean and sighed softly. He can understand that dogs have spirits, and after Daddy dies, I'm afraid it won't be long before Dean will be sent away.

In the Boleyn family, the black Labrador belongs to the family dog, and every child born at the age of sixteen receives one as a birthday gift and is to be fed personally.

It's tradition, Dean is the last dog of the deceased Cheap Daddy, Bert belongs to Arthur, and Anna and Brady belong to Arthur's sister and the dumbass brother, respectively

Dogs are as important as children in Boleyn's house, and his dead cheap dad even trained them to be aristocrats, such as squatting on the couch to watch TV, lying on the carpet near the fireplace, and going to the toilet in their own bathroom.

In addition, there is an area of Boleyn Manor that is dedicated to the burial of the Boleyn family's dogs.