[Comprehensive novel] Almighty Lydia

The sisters repeated the practice for an unknown number of times in great pain, and they were vigilant about any wrong dance steps, so they rushed to bump into their pillars. On the other side, it was time for afternoon tea at Darcy's house.

The shy Georgiana gently lifted the small teapot wrapped with golden branches, poured a cup of tea for her dear brother, and pushed her own biscuit over.

"Where did you learn this, Georgiana?" Darcy bowed his head and signed the never-ending document. "Is it your sister in the girls' school?"

"Yes, brother." She also took a piece of biscuit and stuffed it into her mouth. "They said this is a new way of eating that is popular in the court, and the queen also likes it very much."

"Queen?" Darcy lowered his head, "I only hope that the Queen will treat our factory better..."

He was a little frowning, obviously facing huge competitive pressure.

In the era when the Queen was in power, those beasts without the slightest conscience, if the child workers in the factory were injured at work, they would be fired directly without any compensation, because they were injured and had lost the ability to work.

They often dare not speak out, because often there are not many positions for child labor, but the family still has to make ends meet.

If a child cannot work, he will be in a rather awkward position at home, and it will be difficult for him to survive a catastrophe.

Darcy formulated a series of regulations years ago to ensure the living conditions of the workers in the factory as much as possible, but this greatly increased operating costs.

The general manager has approached him privately more than once, from secretly reminding him to now bluntly pointing out that his "innocent fantasy like a young master" is outdated.

"You know the interesting story about factories in Sweden and my country, right?" He said bluntly, "One-third of Sweden died in three years, and all of us died in three years. This is the only way to ensure that the factories will not be squeezed out by them." .”

"But I don't think it is necessary to rely on the heavy physical labor of the workers," Darcy retorted, "I am trying to improve the job security in the factory as much as possible, at least let these people be willing to come to our factory, and then pick out those who are physically strong. Strong ones can better serve the factory.”

"Labor is cheap," the general manager sighed, "I have reservations about your opinion."

Withdrawing from the memory, Darcy met his sister's clear blue eyes.

"What happened to the factory at home?" Georgiana asked curiously.

"No...it's nothing." Darcy realized that he shouldn't say this to his sister, "Have you encountered anything interesting recently?"

"Of course!" Georgiana straightened her clothes and said reservedly, "I was in a girls' school before, and there was a lady who was a close relative of the Queen! I couldn't believe that she came to us incognito! A real Miss Noble!"

"It's really unbelievable," Darcy said with his sister, "to be honest, it's really exaggerated."

How could the queen's close relatives go to her sister's girls' school?

He was a little unbelievable, but thinking about how many choices he had made, he sent his sister to that school.

She probably discovered something unique about the girls' school.

He looked at his younger sister and suddenly realized that she was also of marriageable age.

Time flies so fast.

Darcy sighed, thinking that he had to take his sister out to some parties for a while.

Even if he himself didn't like to participate, Georgiana had to go.

According to the principle that strange male guests cannot talk to ladies without introduction, he also has to shoulder the responsibility of the elder brother.

After training, I finally returned to Lydia's room.

Lydia collapsed on the picnic blanket, and she and Kitty lay sprawled together, panting and laughing at the ridiculousness of each other's positions.

Mary collapsed on the chair next to her, and watched the two of them fight on the back of the chair, completely exhausted.

Elizabeth and Jane fell on Lydia's small bed, buried their faces in the quilt, and looked at each other brightly, both in disbelief and excitement.

They actually went to a party!

Also learned a new dance!

This is great too!

They were both happy and weak, and they hadn't escaped from that wonderful dream.

"Did you see the gentleman I danced with?" Kitty asked excitedly. "He is so handsome!"

"I guess he makes eight thousand a year!" Mary interjected, "unless he spends all his money on clothes, I reckon!"

"Speaking of clothes," Lydia murmured, "what do you guys think of us opening our own store?"

"I saw a lot of novel designs this time!" Lydia exaggeratedly stretched out her hand and drew a big circle, "It's super-new! I don't think anyone in Hertfordshire has seen these designs!"

"I also think," Jane continued, "can we try to provide design drafts to clothing stores, and then use the money to harvest?"

"Then I think it's better for our family to open a new store. It's in a place we often go to. Let's ask Dad how about opening a store?" Elizabeth took Jane's hand, "I think Uncle Gardner may be able to help us a handful!"

Elizabeth helped her father manage the accounts, and she couldn't be more clear about the family's income and expenses.

Excluding the carriages, servants and servants at home, in fact, they also urgently need to add something to their dowry.

"But we don't have start-up capital!" Kitty interjected, "I only have pocket money for this month, I'm afraid it's only enough to contribute to buy a piece of fabric or something."

Or provide parchment for design.

Lydia counted her small coffers and realized that she hadn't actually saved a few pounds.

More than 30 pounds at most, which is a female worker's monthly income.

[The system can help you apply for a loan,] The system appeared out of nowhere again, [The hard work is worth the debt—no credit. 】

"I don't have any at all now," Lydia frankly took out her pocket, "After taking the course to squeeze me dry, you still want me to ask you for a loan?"

[Don't be like this, host,] the system hummed and said, [You only have one hundred hard work points this day, and you earn super fast! 】

"It's not that you're working so hard, you start to go super fast and super fast," Lydia complained, but she didn't say too much, "I'll think about it, think about it..."

She struggled a few times with her upper and lower eyelids, and fell asleep with a strong sense of fatigue.

dong dong.

"Ladies inside, may I come in?"

It was Mr. Bennet's voice.

"Let me go and open the door." Mary, who was closest to the door, put on her shoes and dragged her to open the door for Dad.

When she unlocked the door and turned the doorknob, Mr. Bennet saw his four daughters lying in a mess.

"Oh," he bowed comically, "what's the situation?"

His eyes drifted from Mary to Kitty and Lydia sleeping on the floor, to Jane and Elizabeth lying on the bed.

"Who will give me the honor," said Mr. Bennet sarcastically, "to explain what you were doing in the room?"

"We organized ourselves, practiced a little dance, and came up with some new ideas," Jane replied, and made a booing gesture. "Papa, keep your voice down, Lydia is asleep."

"Yes, yes," said Mr. Bennet, closing the door.

After a while, he brought another stack of quilts and cushions, "I guess Mary is quite tired too—you all lie down."

Mary agreed to come down, moved Lydia, who was drool-full in sleep, to the side, and lay down on the spot again.

She closed her eyes, yawned sleepily, nodded her head, and fell asleep.

The drowsy Lydia not only didn't hear Mr. Bennet's inquiry, but also didn't know who carried her to the bed afterwards.

Although the system promised that her body would not feel tired, she was still a fifteen or sixteen year old girl.

Even though she was of marriageable age, facing such a wonderful and tiring short journey still made her feel tired.

To be honest, my brain is not enough.

When the sky was glowing with a rose-colored halo, and the sunset and birds intertwined over Hertfordshire, she reluctantly got up from the comfortable bed, changed her clothes, and planned to go downstairs to find something to eat.

"You're up," Mary rarely greeted her proactively, "I have a fresh idea."

She grabbed Lydia stealthily, and whispered in her ear, "What do you think, how about I change our experience and write it into a novel?"

"What?" Lydia's first reaction was disbelief.

"I remember," she looked around, "we can't contribute. You forgot? Before you said you wanted to contribute, you were laughed at by the daughter of the idiot editor-in-chief?"

Lydia was talking about a year ago, when Mary was trying to write something to pitch.

As a result, I went to inquire about the tone of the editor-in-chief's daughter in private, and was humiliated by her in public, and read the manuscript she originally planned to submit to the magazine.

In all fairness, even if Mary writes badly, it is her sister who cannot tolerate such humiliation.

Not to mention that it's clearly not Mary's fault.

Later, Lydia pulled Elizabeth and yelled for her father to write a letter to the newspaper, dismissing the editor-in-chief.

At last Mr. Bennet came forward and had a talk with the owner of the magazine.

The editor-in-chief was quickly fired.

But no matter what, it is not only unbelievable for a young unmarried lady to try to publish an article in a newspaper, but it is also easy to be laughed at.

If it weren't for the fact that the Bennet family is quite famous in the local area, and their uncle is also famous in London, it would be difficult to escape from the discussion.

"I've made up my mind." Mary smiled mysteriously, "It's fine if I publish it in the name of my father."

"Is it possible to do this?" Lydia looked at her rather whimsical sister as she walked, "Choose a man's name, and replace our status with men?"

"It doesn't seem to be impossible," she murmured, "Then we have to calculate it with everyone."

Lydia took a volume of the book and hugged it in her arms, and asked her father for the "Robinson Crusoe".

Got to go to Africa at night, got to recharge my batteries, and see if there were any tricks to living there more comfortably.

Mr. Bennet quickly found the book on field adventures, and then warned Lydia quite seriously, "I only bought one copy of this book. Don't take this and ask others if they can exchange it." skirt."

"Sorry, Dad," Lydia said guiltily, "It's a long time ago, and I won't do it again."