"I understand, Father."
Arbeit would provoke Claude and scold his siblings, but he would never go against his father's wishes.
From this point of view, his mind was still very clear. He knew that his father was related to his future and money, even though he was now an adult and had an enviable job.
He knew very well that his father, the chief administrator of Whitestag, was the greatest source of support for everything he had.
Although he said he understood, his actions were the complete opposite of what he said. He glared at Claude as he tore at the salted and buttered bread and stuffed it into his mouth as if he was chewing on Claude's flesh.
Mr. Morrison sighed from the bottom of his heart. The relationship between the two brothers will not improve in a short time. Fortunately, I have designed two completely different paths for them. I hope they can complement each other in the future and not become enemies.
Putting down the cup in his hand, he pondered for a moment before asking, "Abelle, why didn't Sir Fux bring you with him to the prefectural capital yesterday?"
Arbeit retracted his gaze and shrugged. "How would I know?
Sir Fux said I've been working for twelve days straight, so he gave me three days off to rest.
I believe he went to the prefectural capital for personal reasons, so it wouldn't be convenient for him to bring an outsider with him.
As for what personal reasons, I'm sure you understand. "
Perhaps Arbeit didn't think there was anything wrong with his answer, but his frivolous tone made Morssen furrow his brow. "Abelle, I hope you won't let me hear what you just said. Any rumors or rumors about Sir Fux will stir up a storm in Whitestag. I don't want to see you get caught up in the storm and crushed to pieces."
However, his eldest son did not take Morssen's warning to heart. "I understand. I'm just saying it when I'm at home. If anyone asks me, I'll tell them that Sir Morssen is rushing to the county capital for an urgent political matter, not to meet his lover."
Morssen shook his head. "Abelle, I'm actually quite disappointed in you. You've been by Sir Fux's side for two years now, yet you haven't gained his trust and become his confidant.
Otherwise, Sir Elephant's secret meeting with his lover would not have been kept from you, and he would have entrusted you with the arrangement, instead of sending you home to rest... "
"But I still know that he went to the county city to meet his lover!
His Lordship didn't try to hide it from me at all. I handled all the official documents and letters, and he even entrusted me to answer most of them on his behalf … Besides, didn't he praise me in front of you and your colleagues the last time? "Albert interrupted Mr. Morssen indignantly.
"Sigh, that's what I'm worried about."
Morssen sighed and said to his eldest son earnestly, "How do you know that the knight went to the county town to meet his lover?
Perhaps this is what he wants you to think. Rendezvous with a lover is the perfect excuse to avoid those unrelated people and carry out his own secret activities.
Moreover, you only know that he went to meet his lover, but you have no idea who his lover is or where he lives.
Abelle, you should understand that as a member of the parliament, Sir Elephant has a lot of political resources and connections that can be traded, and these transactions will never be put on the table.
I hope that you can become Sir Elephant's confidant because I hope that you can come into contact with this aspect. If Sir Elephant trusts you, be it political resources or connections, these will be of vital help to your future development.
You're still gloating over the fact that you handled all the official documents and letters from Sir Elephant, but you don't know that these documents are worthless. The transaction that should be made has already been completed, and the documents are just formalities on the surface.
As for the letters, they are nothing more than public letters that a member of parliament has to accept, and they don't matter to Sir Elephant at all.
The real secret letters have their own code words, and they are handed directly to Sir Elephant, just like those private letters. As his secretary, you can only pass them on, but not read them. Am I right …? "
"But, but didn't Sir Elephant praise me in front of you many times …" Abelle's face was a little pale, but he did not give up.
"He only said a few good things, and they didn't cost Sir Elephant a single penny.
If you want to hear it, I can hire someone to say good things about you in front of you for a whole day, but what of it?
Do you think you'll rise to the top just because of it? "
Mr. Morssen sarcastically remarked that his eldest son was still too young, and his character was not yet settled. He was easily confused by external appearances, and could not discover the inner cause as directly as he could.
But at that moment, footsteps sounded on the stairs. Madam Ferd came down with their precious son, Bloweyk. That forced Morssen to give up on teaching his eldest son.
He stood up, and a sunflower-like smile bloomed on his old face. He stretched out his hands and said, "Oh, my little baby finally came downstairs. Come, give Dad a hug."
The chubby Bloweyk had no intention of giving the head of the household any face. He glared at his father and leaped out of his mother's arms towards Claude. "Brother, carry me …"
Claude put down the sausage-filled bread in his hand. He wouldn't be able to eat breakfast without meat. The previous owner of this body was the same. He couldn't live without meat. It was no wonder he was even stronger than Arbeit, the taller one.
Fortunately, his mother, who knew his personality, had already cut up the sausages for him and used them as sandwiches.
Actually, Claude really missed the delicacies of breakfast in the other world. Buns, flatbread, fried dough sticks, tofu pudding, pickled vegetables, fermented bean curd and fried peanuts. Every time he thought about it, he could only swallow his saliva.
He took Bloweyk from him and pinched his chubby cheeks. "You're so naughty, little fatty. You're already a grown-up, yet you still want Mommy to carry you downstairs."
The chubby boy pouted. "Mommy insisted on carrying me. I said I'd go down myself, but Mommy said I was still young and that I might accidentally roll down."
Claude smiled bitterly. There was nothing he could say about how much the old couple doted on their son. The boy was already six years old, yet they still wouldn't let him climb the stairs by himself. He had to be carried every time he went up and down.
"Mommy, let Bloweyk go up and down by himself from now on. We're not kids who climb stairs by ourselves.
Also, he's growing fast and he's getting heavier. "
However, Claude's good intentions were ignored by his parents.
"It's fine, I can still carry him," said his mother. Morssen nodded from the side.
Claude had no choice but to tease Bloweyk who was sitting on his lap. "Fatty, what do you want to eat? Let Big Bro get it for you."
"I want bread. Remember to put honey on it," said Bloweyk as he pointed at the jar of honey on the table.
"Alright, I'll put honey on it for you." Morssen hurriedly scooped out some honey from the jar and put it on the bread.
Usually, the Ferds' breakfast consisted of fried eggs and white bread. Their beverage was milk or black tea. Sometimes, they would have porridge and an occasional boiled apple.
There was no soy sauce in this world, so fried eggs could be eaten with some salt. The same went for bread, which was buttered and dipped in salt. Of course, there were those like Claude who liked to put some meat in their bread.
The honey on the table was used for milk and black tea. Honey was the main source of sweetness in this world.
He had heard of a type of sugar made from beetroot in the north of the continent, but he had never seen it before.
Sometimes, boiled apples could be dipped in some honey. After all, the apples in this world weren't that sweet.
As for white sugar, what was that?
He had never heard of it before.
If Arbeit, Claude, and Angelina were to eat their bread with honey, they would be reprimanded by Morssen. He would say that kids nowadays didn't know how to be thrifty and cherish life, and that they only knew how to waste and indulge in luxury.
But if Bloweyk wanted to eat honey on his bread, that wouldn't be a problem at all. It could even be said that the honey jar in the house was prepared for him.
"By the way, Father, Instructor Mark said that we're going to have a horsemanship class next week. Everyone will have to pay three riyases as a training fee. If you want a training horse for personal training, you'll have to pay a thale. What do you think?" Claude asked as he put down his empty glass of milk.
"I don't agree."
Every time money was brought up, Arbeit would unconsciously imagine himself as the head of the household and play the role of a miser or a miser.
Perhaps in his eyes, all the family's wealth would belong to him in the future. Every penny spent on his siblings was like cutting his flesh with a knife.
"Didn't you already learn how to ride a horse?
Have you forgotten how you secretly rode away Old Benz's black horse, Bakker, and caused Old Benz to chase you across half the town?
Since you already know how to ride a horse, why do you still need horsemanship class? Paying you is a waste! "
Old Benz was a delivery man at the post office in Whitestag. Bokel's black horse was designated as a public horse and carried a green postal pouch on its back.
Arbeit had plenty of reasons to prevent the family's wealth from flowing away.
Ever since Stellin IX's monetary reform and the introduction of a series of new currencies, the chaotic exchange of currencies in the kingdom's market was greatly curbed. It stabilized the kingdom's financial system and greatly boosted economic development.
Currently, the kingdom's mints produced a series of metal coins called pennies. They were made of black iron and had the smallest unit of currency. Ten pennies were equivalent to one fenny, which was a bronze coin, ten fennies were equivalent to one sunar, a sunar was equivalent to a copper coin, and ten sunars were equivalent to one riyas. Riyas were small silver coins containing 30% silver, and the rest were made of lead and zinc alloys.
Ten riyas were equivalent to one thale, which was a large silver coin with 75% silver content.
Based on his previous world's habits, a penny was equivalent to a cent, a fenny was equivalent to a horn, a sunar was equivalent to a dollar, riyas were equivalent to ten dollars and thales were equivalent to hundred-dollar bills.
Above thales were the small gold coins known as crowns, which were 45% gold content. Five thales could be exchanged for one crown, which was 500 dollars.
Above the crowns were the large gold coins known as sofia, which were 90% gold content. Five crowns could be exchanged for one sofia.
It was said that the most valuable coin in the kingdom was the Stellin shield, which was a purple gold coin in the shape of a shield with the portrait of Stellin IX. Ten sofia gold coins could be exchanged for one Stellin shield.
Teaching horsemanship classes in middle school cost three riyas, which was around 30 dollars. That was the norm and not expensive at all.
The fees were for the horses' meals and equipment during the training period, as well as for the grooms' overtime.
Even the most docile of horses and sturdiest of equipment would not be able to withstand the torment of these sixteen and seventeen year old students. Without the extra training fees, the school would not be able to afford the extra cost of the entire equestrian training process, because the annual education funds were allocated to them.