Octopus Online Feeding Guide

Chapter 87

Hastings explained the purpose of his visit, and the farmer laughed, "So it's the owner of the hotel and restaurant. My name is Eddie, and I'm the owner of this ranch."

"Ranch?" Richel looked down at the paper in his hand, "Isn't your side a farm?"

"That's right, but growing crops doesn't make money. I've thought about it for a long time, and I think it's better to make money from animal husbandry—it's all thanks to you. In the past six months, you have helped us sell all the chickens and ducks in the city, and the surrounding pastures have made money. I don’t know how many people are jealous, and it will definitely sell better next year.”

"It's true. They will like to eat white meat more and more in the future." Richel thought, if the meat is not only seafood in the future, it must not be supplied only by a few chickens and ducks raised by the farmer. A serious ranch talks about cooperation.

Climbing all the way up, the three of them saw that there were many semi-enclosed walls piled up with stones in the whole area. At this time, the gate of the fence was wide open, and the grass shed was also empty, with only two horses tied to it.

The chickens and ducks with tender yellow hairs ran happily, the rabbits were scattered all over the place in black and white, the piglets flicked their tails and circled the trees, and the cows and their calves were grazing leisurely at the foot of the mountain in the distance and looking at the sky.

"I don't know if you know how to cook mutton. To be honest, there will definitely be more sheep than chickens and ducks in Liberty City in the future. Many of our herdsmen have also started raising sheep because of the influence of the nearby Engesa people."

Eddie grabbed a little rabbit by its ears, picked it up, picked out the dead branches and leaves in the black fluff in his arms, "wool can be weaved for winter, can be sold for money, goat milk can be made into cheese and saved. Chicken After the duck meat is smoked and dried, it sticks to the bones, so you can’t eat much. In contrast, sheep are bigger than chickens and ducks, and have more meat. We like mutton, but we don’t know how to eat it.”

"We also plan to start cooking more meat." Richel said, "but mutton is quite fishy, ​​and it's easy to get angry if eaten in summer, but it's better to eat in winter."

Eddie was a little disappointed.

Richel went around with him, and before leaving, he said with a smile: "Maybe when Shillington's Day comes, your mutton will be on my table."

Eddie was overjoyed, and when he grinned, his two front teeth were so big that they looked like the rabbit in his arms.

The three of Richel went to a few more farms, and also took a look at the two ranches in Liberty City. They felt that they were similar, and signed a small order respectively, planning to look at them later.

Passing through the yellow mud path in the birch forest, Hastings showed a slight wave on his calm face.

The carriage stopped, and he opened the door and went down to meet them as usual, Richel still saw the expectation in his eyes.

He stepped out of the carriage, sinking half of his heels into the black mud.

"It's close to the woods," Hastings said, looking not far away. There was a sunny hillside. "A thick layer of leaves fell in autumn and winter, and my aunt often forked the field to compost."

There is a small courtyard at the foot of the slope, surrounded by three or four wooden sheds. The courtyard wall is made of round riverside pebbles. After years of precipitation, it has turned black, and ancient moss grows in the cracks.He opened the gate, let the two go in, and closed the gate.

There are more than a dozen chickens in the yard, all of them are fat and fat, and they are stopped next to the chicken coop nailed into the wood.A thin, middle-aged woman looked up from the living room window and stood up in surprise.

"Tom?"

"Aunt Betty."

The figure in front of the window disappeared for a while, and when I saw it again, the green door had already opened, "Why are you here? These are the two masters you mentioned, come in quickly."

The room was plain and simple. Aunt Betty's thin and strong hands were wrapped in cloth towels, and she easily picked up the kettle hanging from the fireplace.

She courteously poured everyone a cup of hot wine, "I brewed it myself, it's not as good as the old man's family treasure."

"We are not lords, but friends who work with Hastings."

Hastings looked at him in a little astonishment.

Richel took a sip, and his mouth was a little hot. The wine entered his stomach, and his whole body immediately became warmer. He smiled and said, "Is it gooseberry wine?"

"Yes." After a few words, Aunt Betty's country accent was revealed.

Hastings exchanged pleasantries with her and explained the purpose of his trip.

Aunt Betty showed a bright smile on her face: "Look, the few hillsides you can see from the window and the large flat land in front, if you want to grow crops, the soil is guaranteed to be fertile. It's a pity that I can only let them sit there."

"We need to grow crops that we have never seen before. There must be plenty of sunshine here. But I need reliable people who can cultivate them with enough patience and heart." Richel said the content of his contract.

Considering that she has no helpers here, he said, "I'll ask Hastings to hire a few people, what do you think?"

"I'm happy to help Tom." Aunt Betty said, "You don't need too many people, just two, and I can do the rest well. It would be great if you can think of me in making money."

Richel glanced at Hastings and emphasized to her again: "The crops produced in the first two years can only be sold to restaurants."

"I know, I understood it just now." Aunt Betty laughed, "You paid me too."

Richer touched the rim of the glass, she hardly looked like a businessman.

Businessmen pursue profit maximization, but if they can’t produce, farms spend energy in vain and produce too much, so they want to sell it to others at a high price.

The cost price of the restaurant was just paid for by their hard work, and they didn't pay more than a penny in two years.

Aunt Betty thought in a simple way, you pay the money, I contribute, simple and simple, but Richel was not used to it.

"Perhaps in Liberty City, there will be a trend of planting crops from other continents in a year." He wiped off the big pie he drew, "Two years later, I don't know how the outside market will change."

"I don't know, what's the point of thinking about such a long-term thing." Aunt Betty said optimistically.

Richel discussed some details with her again. This time, he didn't actually think about other homes. Before leaving, he was more inclined to Mrs. Bernard's farm, and planned to go back to the city to finalize the cooperation. Now A seemingly good business partner agreed to his request, and he was a relative of an acquaintance, so he simply took out the contract.

When the two finished discussing and signing, it was already dusk, and the three had no choice but to say goodbye.

Richel and Adrian got into the carriage first, but after waiting for a long time, no one came up. They poked their heads out and saw that Hastings had a bunch of things hanging on him.

The distance was a bit far away, so I couldn't hear what they were talking about. I only saw Hastings pushing something in his hand, and his aunt neatly wrapped it around his neck and shoulders.

Richel was amused, and shouted loudly, "May I get in the carriage?"

Hastings nodded apologetically at him, and had no time to return the things, so he had to hang up and walk over, with a bundle of lettuce under his arm that he couldn't refuse.

"Green vegetables are rare this season." Richer helped him put the lettuce on the ground beside the small table.

"Aunt Betty has been dealing with the land for 30 years, and she is quite experienced." Hastings took off the bacon and smoked leg sausage hanging from his body, "The surrounding farms can't grow crops in winter, and she is the only one in the city that can supply the nobles Fresh vegetables."

"She is very good at doing business." Richel became curious. "It's hard to imagine that she would agree to my request. The main reason is that you played a key role in it."

Hastings pursed his lips, and the orange light at dusk stayed on his face, and a smile seemed to bloom on his face, "I'm glad I can help you."

"Why do you rarely hear about her in the city?" Richel looked at the lettuce on the ground. It is considered amazing to be able to grow fresh vegetables in the snowy winter.

"She usually sells to wealthy businessmen in the west of the city, so don't come near our block."

"You can tell me earlier." Almost missed such a good business partner.

"Forgive my clumsy tongue for failing to give you a more comprehensive understanding of her." Hastings said guiltily.

"You don't have to blame yourself. I'm very happy to meet such a good business partner." Richel said briskly, "It's the first time I see your family, and I feel that I understand you a little better."

"Your words are very warm to me."

"Really?" Richel didn't expect him to say this, which made him feel that he had said something extraordinary, "Seeing that you are usually serious, you rarely mention your family, and you don't often talk to people in restaurants. The cultivation of a housekeeper should not include the need to keep a distance from friends."

Hastings silently picked up his glass and took a long swig.

"It's because of my own personality."

Two hands overlapped on the body of the cup, fingers moved uneasily.

"I have twelve brothers and sisters, and I am the fifth. My aunt's inquisitive mind is not reflected in my father at all."

"Twelve?" Richel repeated in astonishment.

Hastings nodded, "I don't know how to fight or grab. If my aunt hadn't found me back then, I would have starved to death."

"It's not bad for you to work with your aunt, she can help you a lot."

He paused, "Later she gave birth to three sons, and she didn't need me anymore. I returned home, and not long after, my father sent me to the city as a servant."

"It's a good job. It doesn't need to be exposed to the wind and the sun, and the food and treatment are much better."

Adrian smiled and said, "Everything looks good to you."

Hastings grinned bitterly, "The lower levels are similar, only the personal servants and butlers are treated the best. Only later, I came to you again."

Richel explained embarrassingly, "Adrian didn't think that much at the time." His salary was not even half of the city manager's salary, so staying here with him must be aggrieved.

"Master, I'm not complaining about who made the decision for me." Hastings looked calm, with some doubts in his eyes.

"It's just that sometimes I can't figure out why I tried my best to treat everyone kindly and do everything well, but I was the one who was abandoned in the end."

There was an unbearable silence in the carriage.

By the time the carriage arrived at the restaurant, it was already dark.

When Richel got off the carriage, he happened to meet the middle-aged Josaua who came over with a bag.

"Boss, I introduced you to a customer again."

Richel saw that there were six or seven people standing beside him. There were humans, dragon dwarves, and a Cyclops. The huge body was like a mountain, and the human beings were particularly petite.

"They are all gold medal mercenaries. They just made a big business and came to Liberty City for a few days. I recommend them to come to your restaurant for dinner."

"Thank you." Richel patted him on the shoulder. The reputation of the hotel and restaurant was also due to frequent introductions from regular customers.Especially Jo Sawyer, who often brings some mercenaries over for dinner.

"Is there any wine?"

"Of course," Richer hurriedly welcomed them in, "We have all the wine that is usually sold in taverns here."

At the beginning, Chelsea said that she couldn't empty out her wine, so he found the largest wine supplier in the city to order, and used it to entertain guests, which was no different from the drinks outside.

Several humans looked at him and exchanged glances secretly.

After taking Joshua to the private room he often went to, Richel heard a familiar voice from upstairs, and went to the stairs to see that it was Grice.

"Didn't you go to the Earl's Manor, why did you come back so soon?"

"It's so convenient for you to go back and forth here, and you can come here anytime, why don't I take advantage of it. Speaking of this, you can definitely make more money doing business in this door."

Grice is now influenced by him, and often ponders how to make money.

"I have thought about it, but there are not enough people." Richel was a little distressed, it was not easy to recruit suitable people.

"I can introduce a few people for you." Grace said straightforwardly, dragging the bright orange wide skirt down the stairs, her face shining brightly under the swaying wall lamp.

"Aunt Elise has been home for a few days and is already tired of those foods. I'm here today to help her order."

"What does she want to eat?" Richel followed her downstairs, and Grice ordered a few dishes, and told him to hand them to the maid next to him when they were ready. She needed to go home to visit her mother first.

Before leaving, she handed him an invitation card.

"A lot of my aunt's friends will visit her tomorrow, and she invites you to prepare some snacks for them." Grice blinked mischievously.

Richel continued, "Thank you so much."

"It's your food that is so good." Grice waved his hand indifferently and left the restaurant.

Richel worked all night, and when there were only a few customers left, he cleaned up the tables in the lobby and sat at the counter to settle the accounts.

Adrian came down with a pile of bowls and chopsticks.

"To be so proactive in doing things today, did you do something bad?" Richel wondered.

"Don't question, the soul in my body is still your partner." Adrian put a pile of bowls and chopsticks into the kitchen with a toothpick in his mouth.

"Are all the upstairs windows closed?" he asked.

Seeing that the man had gone back to the kitchen, but did not hear his words, Richel put away the account book and went upstairs to check the windows of the private room.

When one of them was opened, there was a slight smell of blood in the air that hadn't had time to dissipate.