Chapter 1770 A War Without a Winner (Two Hundred and Twenty-Two)

Chapter 1772 A war without a winner (two hundred and twenty-two)

The early morning wind brought melodious laughter. The fat cat lying on the window sill basking in the sun twitched its ears, looked up at the little girl chasing the white "free chicken" not far away, and opened its mouth lazily. He brushed his beard with his paws and prepared to lie down and take a nap.

Before Fat Cat Tom could close his eyes, he saw the little girl accidentally fell on the lawn and burst into tears.

Tom jumped down from the window sill with agility that was not suitable for his body shape, trotted to little Alice, cradled the little girl with his head, and looked up helplessly at the young figure walking this way.

"Okay, don't cry, don't cry!"

Albert reached out and touched Tom Cat's head, lifted little Alice high, looked at the young woman walking this way, and explained with a smile: "I accidentally fell down while chasing Sheila."

"I really don't know who this little guy looks like. I was never so naughty before." Isobel smiled and took her daughter.

"Neither do I. I'm probably hungry."

"Maybe it's because the pants are wet." Isobel was very experienced, kissed Albert's cheek, and said with a smile: "Breakfast is ready, you go first!"

Albert looked at Isobel's leaving back, bent down to pick up the fat cat that was rubbing his pants with its body, weighed the weight and murmured softly, "It seems that you have become fat again recently, Tom, you should lose weight." ”

When heading to the restaurant with the cat in her arms, Katrina, who had already finished her morning exercise, was drinking milk as usual and greeted Albert with a smile.

"Today we made an appointment with Louise to go to France to see the pharmaceutical industry chain of the Witch Beauty Shop." Katrina said about today's itinerary.

"The result will probably disappoint you!"

Even if Albert doesn't go, he still knows the result. What kind of industry chain can wizards have?

Automated potion production?

Obviously impossible!

It is nothing more than a labor-intensive industry, and brewing potions also requires a certain level of potion skills.

He has some ideas of his own on semi-automated potion production.

However, some things cannot be accomplished overnight, and you can only take things slowly and patiently, just like the current situation in the magic world.

The relationship between wizards and goblins is getting worse. Although it is not yet to the point where a goblin rebellion will break out directly, it is not far away from that time.

It can only be said that both sides are still exercising restraint and trying their best to prevent the scope of the conflict from expanding. But how long can such restraint last?

After breakfast, everyone went to do their own things.

After Albert arrived in Avalon, he found a large tent set up near the park. After Hagrid finished his Hogwarts chores, he came to Avalon to help as promised.

When Albert saw the gamekeeper again, he didn't know what he was complaining to Hermione about.

"What are you doing?" Albert asked doubtfully.

"I've been to your pasture and greenhouse, and they're pretty good. But the door is a bit small, and I almost couldn't squeeze in." Hagrid touched his head and couldn't help complaining to Albert.

"Hagrid just got a batch of chickens!" Hermione pointed to the big wooden box in Hagrid's arms and said, "We are planning to put them in the chicken coop. In the future, chickens and eggs will be self-sufficient."

"Sorry Hagrid, I really didn't think about it in the first place."

Albert gave Hagrid an apologetic smile, took out his wand from his pocket and waved it at the door, making the door of the chicken coop larger.

"That's much better."

Hagrid put the big box down, bent down and squeezed in.

Albert and Hermione smiled at each other, waved their wands to levitate the large wooden box, and invited Hermione to go in with them.

When Albert entered, he found that many people had come. They were following the plan given by Albert and using fences to separate the pastures to avoid large-scale infection.

The only problem is that the effort is wasted.

The fence is too short to trap adult chickens.

"I think we should get more greenhouses!"

When Albert handed the big wooden box to Hagrid, Qiu Zhang suddenly ran over and suggested: "You can also expand the original greenhouse. There is not much space to grow in it."

What surprised Albert was that it was not only Qiu Zhang who had similar thoughts, but also others.

"Hagrid went to the greenhouse this morning. Well, he picked a few tomatoes you planted, so..."

In fact, even Shanna felt that she had discovered a new world.

The tomatoes Albert grew in the greenhouse were very sweet and completely different from the tomatoes they were used to.

After realizing that Avalon's future vegetables will be provided by greenhouses, everyone realized the importance of greenhouses, which is directly related to their food problems. If they want to eat various vegetables in the future, they will have to look at the number of greenhouses. .

"Okay, there is no need to rush this matter, things need to be done one by one."

Albert has never raised chickens, either in his previous life or in this life, so he really needs someone like Hagrid who has experience in raising chickens to help them check and fill in the gaps so that they can avoid detours.

After working hard all morning, I finally got all the things about the chicken coop taken care of.

Although Albert had prepared a huge pasture in advance, which was enough to feed the batch of chickens brought by Hagrid even without providing food, it was obviously impossible without preparing feed. After all, there is a lot of knowledge about chickens.

When to kill is the question.

Once the rooster is old, the meat is really not tasty except for stew.

The chicken stewed with mushrooms and potatoes at noon was the best proof. There was a rooster meat that had been raised for too long and was too tough. The taste was really bad.

As for the mushrooms, they were also planted by Albert himself, using corn cobs. Although the yield was not high, it was a good start.

"I think Avalon needs a chef."

During a short break in the afternoon, Shanna mentioned this to him.

If everyone wants to eat well, they really need someone to specialize in research, and professional things need professionals to do it.

"Are you talking about Dobby?" Albert raised his eyebrows slightly, "But I don't think he likes cooking, at least not with all his heart."

"No, I mean..." Shanna hesitated.

"We don't have anyone good at this here."

It's not that Albert doesn't want to, but there are not many such people in the entire British magic world.

"Or have you found such a talent?"

"No, I just thought we could give it a try, maybe someone would be interested in cooking."

Sanna looked at Albert and expressed his thoughts, "It doesn't matter if you don't know how to cook, as long as you are really passionate about food, you can learn slowly."

"This is a good idea, you can try it, but it's best not to have too much hope." Albert was actually not optimistic about this matter. He doubted that there were no so-called chefs in the British magic world, but he didn't want to undermine Shanna's confidence. Sometimes the result is not the most important.