Hall didn't give a direct answer, picked up a wet towel to wipe off the soot on his hands, and slowly smoothed out the folds of his clothes: "You just told a piece of history, and I have a history too. ”

With that, she walked towards the main building of the manor, and Caroline quietly walked to Helena, who was chatting with the farm employees not far away.

All the way to the main building of the manor, I found the old butler who was cleaning in the corner of the lobby, and Hall gestured respectfully: "Mr. Atwood, I want to go to the main study." ”

The old butler's eyes swept to Brandon, and he frowned slightly: "Okay, please wait a moment, I need a little time to find the key, you know, it rarely opens there." Especially if you offer to go in. ”

"Today is different, I want to explain a piece of history, please follow along and help me fill in the parts that may have been missed. Do you know this gentleman, who is in charge of our family's farm, Mr. Brandon Campbell. Hall introduced.

The old butler nodded: "I know old Campbell, since your grandfather died, Helena entrusted the Hale family's land and farm to the asset management company for more than ten years, what, is he retired?" ”

"Yes, he is my father, and I greet you on his behalf." Brandon was polite in his words.

The old housekeeper was not very polite: "If you can clean your shoes before entering the study, it will be the best greeting to me, please forgive an old man for being unreasonable, after all, I clean the bathroom." ”

“…… I'm sorry. ”

Brandon looked down in embarrassment, learning that when the Hall family came to the estate, he was standing on a tractor working with the farm staff, and his shoes were inevitably a little dusty.

After more than ten minutes, Brandon's shoes were about to burst into skin, and the old butler finally took the key and came back.

Black tuxedo, black vest, white shirt, white bow tie, white gloves, gray sparse hair meticulously attached to the scalp, head held high and spoke with an RP accent mixed with York accent: "Gentlemen, long wait, please here." ”

Hall looked at the old butler who had changed his style, and his heart was galloping.

Brandon was even more embarrassed, his chest puffed up involuntarily, his Adam's apple shook and swallowed and spit, his head seemed to be glued to his neck, and he didn't squint and was dumbfounded.

"! What is surprising to me, this is my house, and my ancestors are hanging on the wall, and these are all mine sooner or later! ”

Hale shamelessly hypnotized himself, ignoring the antique calligraphy and paintings that filled the room, and slowly paced to a framed coat of arms in the shape of a shield with a leaping lion motif.

"This is the family crest of the Hall family, which dates back to the 16th century, and my grandfather's grandfather was a nobleman with hereditary counts and hereditary baroness.

He inherited the title of earl and most of the family property to his eldest son, and the title of baron to his second son.

In 1815, the second son, who inherited the hereditary title of baron, took part in the war that decided the course of the European continent, and exchanged his military exploits for the family coat of arms and the Orange estate, creating the current Hall family. ”

Hall turned his back to the old butler and Brandon, "Am I right?" ”

The old butler bowed his head and added with pride in his tone: "Mount St. John's Heights, the first Baron Hall was on Mount St. Johns at that time, the main direction of the French army. Marshal Michel Ney led Napoleon's fanatical cavalry regiment to launch a decisive charge to the heights of Mount St. John......

They almost overwhelmed the phalanx of musketeers, but in the end the first Baron Hall and his knights rose forward and led the phalanx to fend off the attack......"

Hall secretly slandered why there was no such hanging Baron Hall in the history books, this cowhide was blown a little big, but the more this way, the more convenient.

Brandon was a little funny at first when he heard "Grandfather's grandfather's grandfather's grandfather", but as he listened, his laughter dissipated, and he felt a little inexplicable.

In fact, in the "List of Protected Ancient Buildings" drafted by the government, the rank of Orange is a palace, and we should call it Orange Palace, not a manor. This was the result of aerial bombardment by my grandfather and Mr. Atwood during World War II. ”

Hall said step by step to the large desk in the depths of the study, and the old butler followed and pulled out the office chair by his side, and he sat calmly: "This is a record of the 173-year history of the Hall family, and it carries the glory of seven generations.

Going back to the original question, what is the key to developing Orange Palace into a commercial tourism project?

Do you think it's business profits? Big mistake, the 250,000 pounds of repair costs are not a small amount of money, but they are insignificant to the Hall family. ”

Hall crossed his fingers on the table and raised his voice: "I'll tell you what is the key to developing Orange Palace into a tourist project: you need a reason to convince Baron Helena, to convince the gray-haired, eternally high-headed old butler in front of you why you want to commercialize the history of the Hall family."

I think it's a good reason and motivation to let more people know about the glory of the Hall family, what do you think? ”

Brandon bowed his head and said, "I'm happy to serve you...... Lord Hall. ”

“…… Let more people know the glory of the Hall family. The old butler in the corner of the study, Helena at the door of the study, kept echoing in his heart.

"From Hall to His Excellency Hall, it's okay, I didn't help him play this scene in vain." Hall smiled.

…………

I have to say that the British diet is very strange, it contains flavors from all over the world, whether it is Indian curry or Turkish grilled and fried; At the same time, it adheres to the monotonous and scarce traditional dishes.

"Pork ribs", "steak", "all kinds of sausages", the main tone of the barbecue is always these three sets, 800 years without change.

Hall sent Brandon away, took out the chicken wings he had specially ordered the cook to bring and neutralized the eggplant, and roasted them on his own small barbecue.

"Do you really want to eat?" Helena frowned and looked at the garlic eggplant in the shape of a "beach".

Chicken wings and eggplant are not popular in the current European and American catering circles, the reason is very painful, similar to the domestic rumor around the millennium Golden Arches chicken eating hormones, a chicken has six pairs of wings about the same.

Hall replied, "Of course, this thing tastes good, and the mysterious food from the East ......"

"Seriously, you've surprised me more today than I've been in a year, and I don't seem to know my kids all of a sudden." Helena said quietly.

Hall smiled slightly: "So, do you feel that this is good or bad?" ”

"Do you really want more people to know about the glory of the Hale family, or do you use that as a reason to convince me and Grandpa Atwood?" Helena asked rhetorically.

"Is there any difference between the two?" Hall looked down and flipped the grilled chicken wings, his expression hidden in the backlight.

Helena got the answer she didn't want, and sighed with mixed emotions: "I don't know...... I'm glad you have a business talent that is far beyond the ordinary, and a keen eye to grasp the crux of the matter, but ......"

The mother and son were silent for a long time, and Hall suddenly said, "...... Want to have a chicken wing? Honey flavor. ”

"No, it's a hassle to eat." Helena pursed her lips and resisted.

Hall looked up at her, sitting on a low stool with her legs folded to one side, as if she had always been so elegant, but a little less popular.

Helena wondered, "What's wrong?" ”

"You squat here, I have a surprise for you." Hall quietly put his left hand behind his back and made a hole in the grass covered with dirt.

"What?"

"Close your eyes, close your eyes first."

"Smack."

Helena had just crouched down and closed her eyes, when Hall's left hand spread out into a palm and pressed it on her smooth head, and the former suddenly lost his balance and fell on the grass.

“sh…… Hall, what's wrong with you! Helena swallowed back as soon as the swear words came out of the scale, and scolded angrily.

Seeing that she still looked dignified with mud marks on her head, Hall laughed wildly, full of cheapness: "It turns out that you will be angry, and you are just a mortal~"