How Can a Woman Have Fun in Farming?

Felut looked at the old man across from him with a cold face.

There was a certain sharpness in the red eyes.

"Old man!"

She stared at Wilson Gehrman in front of her, resisting the urge to grab him by the collar.

"I've read your script more than 20 times and still don't understand it at all."

"I admit I'm stupid about it."

"But I believe that the people who will read these things next will definitely not be smarter than me."

"I hate such nobles, I believe that group of people are the same as me."

"Your thing, reading it will only make people sleepy, no one will understand it, even if they understand it, the only thing they can think of is disgusting."

Felt said what he thought was correct.

After that, she stopped talking verbally with the old man in front of her.

Skip the opponent directly.

He turned to look at the blue-haired noble girl behind him.

"Rem, go and inform Emma that the filming has started."

"The script uses the "Journey to Frozen Land" we selected at the beginning."

After finishing speaking, Felt directly thought about going outside the house.

"Journey to the Frozen Land" is a script written by Felut.

The script mainly tells about the knowledge and feelings of Tolu, a slum girl who wants to get rich, all the way to the "permafrost".

From the title of the script and the name of the heroine, it can be seen that the heroine in it was created based on Felut himself.

What Tru saw and heard along the way, as well as various feelings and moods are true.

But because of Felut's own cultural level.

The whole script is actually not well written, and the various expressions give people a messy feeling.

For this reason, Felut thought of turning to those literary masters from Lugnica.

But now it seems that it is better to be messy than to be completely incomprehensible.

...

End of this chapter

pat~pat~

The sound of footsteps on the floor came softly.

"Rem is back?"

Lu Yuan raised his head to see Rem who came back and said hello.

At this time, Lu Yuan was sitting in the house and was researching various historical materials.

Seeing Rem back, he simply put down the research at hand.

"Well, I just came back from the Ministry of Culture."

Rem nodded towards Lu Yuan.

At this time, Rem was holding a small bag in her right hand and was wearing a brown coat.

It is clearly a capable dress of a working woman, but it insists on wearing an inappropriate and weak feeling.

"How do you feel after working so many days?"

Lu Yuan looked at Rem and asked back.

"very good."

He took off his coat, revealing the pure white shirt-like clothes inside.

Rem walked towards Lu Yuan step by step.

When she came to Lu Yuan, the girl put on a serious sitting posture.

"Rem feels a little envious."

She stated her feelings to Lu Yuan so seriously.

This is the action she and her sister agreed upon.

Rem needs to sum up her feelings and mood every day, and tell her to her sister when she is around.

When the elder sister was away, she reported to her brother-in-law.

Everyone has forgotten about Rem, and Rem doesn't need to carry anyone's expectations.

Rem has to live for herself and try to find what she wants to do.

That's the only request Ram made of Rem.

And Rem is also working hard towards this aspect.

"Envious? Envious of Felut being able to lead the project?"

Lu Yuan looked at the limp girl in front of him and spoke.

Before the gluttonous teacher ate Rem's "name", Lu Yuan always thought that Rem was a poisonous and cold maid similar to Ram.

Looking at it now, the other party and Ram seem to be completely different. Rem's limpness has a feeling of drifting with the tide, which will never appear on the proud Ram no matter what.

"No."

Listening to Lu Yuan's words, Rem shook her head slowly.

"It's just a feeling of envy."

Rem imagined the scene where Felt argued with the old man.

The behavior and mood of aggressively questioning and arguing against someone for a certain purpose and idea.

Rem really felt envious.

Even though Felt was very angry from the beginning to the end, Rem was still envious.

Because now she doesn't have any desired goals at all.

"Envy?"

Lu Yuan looked at Rem, who seemed a little lost in front of him, with a general feeling of deep thought on his face.

At this time, Rem also raised his head and looked at Lu Yuan for a while.

"On the way back, Rem caught a very big river crab from the river. Do you want to eat it, Master Lu Yuan?"

She lifted the cloth bag beside her hand, looked at Lu Yuan in front of her and opened her mouth.

Lu Yuan also looked at Rem and nodded at this moment.

"Then trouble Rem."

Lu Yuan looked at the other party and nodded.

Rem, who is now going out to work, is not actually his maid.

"It's okay, if my sister is not here, Lei Mu should take care of Master Lu Yuan for my sister."

Rem said so, and stood up with a relaxed expression on her face.

Rem, who was turning around with the river crab, looked relaxed.

"What kind of food does Master Lu Yuan want to eat?"

Getting his head out of the kitchen, Rem looked at Lu Yuan, with a feeling of eagerness on his face.

As Lu Yuan looked at this state, Rem fell into some kind of thought.

He remembered that yesterday, he seemed to occasionally mentioned that he wanted to eat river crabs. In addition, river crabs are crabs that like to hide in the mud, and it doesn't seem like they can be caught on the way back.

……

The setting sun dyed the sky red.

The flowing river brings the sound of water flowing.

Holding his manuscript in his hand, Wilson Ruckerman walked on the road a little angrily.

Because of Felut's words, this old man over 60 seemed a little irritable.

It's not like Wilson hasn't read Felut's script "Journey to the Frozen Land".

But just like Felut couldn't understand the script he wrote, he didn't have the slightest feeling for the script written by Felut.

As Wilson herself puts it, it's not even as well written as her 6-year-old great-granddaughter.

Wherever you go, what kind of mood you suddenly have, what thoughts you suddenly have, what you suddenly want to say...

In Wilson's view, a large number of speeches with unknown meanings are somewhat logically incomprehensible.

"Where did she get the confidence to say such a thing?"

Walking by the river, the cool wind blows on the cheeks.

The old historian was talking to himself in a somewhat irritable tone.

From time to time, Felut's firm eyes when he finally looked at him appeared in his mind.

Just then...

"teacher."

Suddenly, a familiar but somewhat unfamiliar voice came from my ear.

"Jumie?"

Wilson turned around in surprise and looked at the people behind him.