How Can a Woman Have Fun in Farming?

Jumi Brydon, one of his former students, disappeared due to family feuds.

Wilson thought the other party was dead, but he didn't expect to see him now.

"Yes, long time no see."

Jumi looked at the teacher in front of him who still looked hale and hearty and nodded.

"What happened to your family back then? How did you get to the "permafrost"? "

Wilson looked at his students and asked questions directly.

From Jumi's clothes, Wilson could roughly determine his position in the Permafrost...a researcher of the Ministry of Magic?

"It's just a drama where the eldest son and the second son compete for the family property."

"It's all in the past, and there's nothing to talk about."

Jumi looked at his former teacher and shook his head.

And after Wilson heard what Jumi said.

Looking at his former student, a certain trance appeared on his face.

He didn't remember that the other party had such a tolerant character.

"People change~"

Jumi looked at Wilson and chuckled twice.

This elegant and mature image looks nothing like the second-year-old in the Ministry of Magic.

"I heard that teacher, you had a fight with Boss Felt?"

He was asking questions like this.

And Wilson subconsciously frowned after hearing Qiumi's address to Felut.

It's just that when he raised his head and saw the indifferent smile on the other party's face.

He swallowed the words silently again. Although he was a person who seldom participated in noble banquets, many of them belonged to the unique tacit understanding among nobles, and Wilson still understood.

Standing in front of him was Jumi Braden of Permafrost.

If he asks further in some aspects.

Between the two of them, they probably don't even have to be teachers and students on the surface.

"Are you here to make peace?"

Wilson looked at his former student and asked a question.

"No, just a question in passing.

"This time I came here mainly to say, teacher, the speech you submitted to the radio project was rejected."

Jumi spoke slowly.

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End of this chapter

Before Felut made the movie.

They also have a service that has always been similar to a radio station.

The announcer will record the video in advance and send all the data needed to the place where the broadcast is required.

And the main content is being collected from people around.

"Is there any problem with the ones I gave?"

Wilson looked at the former student in front of him and frowned slightly.

"Is there a problem?"

Looking at the unconscious old man in front of him, Qiu Mi unconsciously showed some helplessness on his face.

If it wasn't necessary, he really didn't want to be in touch with the people and things he used to be.

But if he hadn't come here today, the old man in front of him might be so mocked that he vomited blood.

His group of colleagues didn't know how to respect the old and love the young.

"Various matching schemes of the aristocratic coat of arms, the historical changes of the border collar, and the various matching methods of wine and steak."

"Although if it was me in the past, I probably would have proposed this kind of speech plan."

"But when I saw these, I still couldn't help but have the urge to curse people."

He looked helplessly at the old man in front of him.

"Teacher, do you think anyone would be interested in these?"

Jumi asked again.

And Wilson Ruckerman frowned again when he looked at the completely unfamiliar former student in front of him.

"Only by learning these can we have further possibilities."

"Jumie, as the editor-in-chief of the Lugnica newspaper, I should have more say in this matter than you."

The old man raised his chest and looked at Jumi Braden in front of him speaking in a natural tone.

The tall figure has the temperament of a certain scholar, and the back is a bit rickety due to long-term desk work, but it does not hinder the elegance of its overall shape.

Although he knew that Qiu Mi knew his identity, he still emphasized it.

Lugnica has newspapers, and because of the literacy rate, its main sales and targets are all kinds of nobles.

However, the well-to-do commoners in the royal capital would be happy to buy such newspapers if they had spare money.

Wilson Coleman has a pretty good idea of ​​how to write this kind of stuff.

Jumi: "..."

Looking at the firm look of the former teacher.

For a moment, Qiu Mi felt helpless.

If he hadn't experienced that kind of family struggle for power, his thoughts at this moment should be exactly the same as Wilson Ruckerman in front of him.

The well-fed commoners try hard to become nobles, and the little nobles try hard to become big nobles.

And if they want to achieve this, of course they need to learn etiquette, heraldry, high-end food matching, etc., so as to integrate themselves into the upper circle.

It seems like a natural one-way street.

but……

Jumi Braden covered her head as if she didn't know what to say.

"When I've just had a full meal, it's a mistake to spend energy doing such meaningless things to find guilt."

"This is not as pleasant as putting a handsome POSS in front of everyone."

He was talking to himself in a way Wilson couldn't understand at all.

"Could you tell me what kind of manuscripts those selected for the radio station are?"

Wilson frowned at his former student.

At this moment, he already wants to have the idea of ​​leaving, but before he leaves, he may need to know what those leading him are writing.

"Series of earning extra money: how to bake egg cakes and tools, how to raise pigs, details of Domo's aquatic plant breeding, how to weave silk."

"News series: detailed reports on prices in various regions, domestic and foreign news, climate change reminders."

"Building series: how to quickly and easily build a comfortable house, and how to make a kang from scratch."

"The story will be series: the stories that the Envious Witch had to tell in those years, shocking! What the villagers dug up in the land turned out to be, a wonderful combination of letters, the "permafrost" that you may not know..."

He took a simple look at the paper.

Jumi Braden, dropped in on some shows.

And Wilson Ruckerman's face became uglier the more he listened.

"You're going to use magic like a miracle to spread these things... How do farmers pick grape beans from the trees?"

"Where is the nobility of knowledge and the elegance of words?"

"Jumie, have you all thrown away the awe of knowledge?"

The old man looked at Jumi Braden as if he were heretic.

Facing the teacher's stern gaze, the latter once again felt some kind of indescribable sense of shame.

Looking at the teacher, he always felt like he was facing himself.

"Knowledge never requires you to be in awe."

"In addition, teacher, the grape beans are said to be grapes, but they were not picked from the tree, they were buried in the soil. When you ate them, didn't you see the soil on the surface?"

"Grape beans" were discovered and improved by Otto. The surface is red and contains starch. When pulled up, they are not very big, and the bunches look like grapes growing in the ground.

Because the roots are used as edible parts, it conflicts with the effect of "beluga blood" on promoting plant reproduction and accelerating seed growth, so it is not listed as the food for this large-scale planting.

"..."

Hearing Qiu Mi's correction, the Lugnica historian couldn't help showing some embarrassment.

Then he shook his head.

"Obviously I don't fit in here."

"I will go back to the capital tomorrow, and the newspapers there should still need me."

Wilson said so.

When Crusch recruited people to "Permafrost", he volunteered to join.

Among the scholars in Wangdu, there is no one who is not curious about "permafrost".

But now Wilson Ruckerman is very clear that he is not suitable here.