[Comprehensive novel] Almighty Lydia

"Hurry up," Lydia said, yawning, "I want to see if I can go fishing in Africa like Robinson Crusoe."

She pulled her skirt casually and closed her eyes.

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When Lydia felt her body warm up again, she opened her eyes.

Sure enough, she was still wearing that shirt and trousers, squatting in her simple camp.

Lydia yawned, took yesterday's baobab shell and backpack, and walked to the water source.

By the way, she brought the dry grass and vines that she had collected before, to see if she could pick up some branches on the way and set up a trap.

Although Lydia only came in twice, and was chased by a lion the other time, but after listening to so many advices from her sister, her ears were almost callused.

Humming a brisk song, Lydia jumped up and down wearing a straw hat to the water source, but met an unexpected person.

Darcy crouched under a huge baobab tree and jumped up, as if trying to reach the baobab fruit hanging high above it.

Just kidding, if this can be easily obtained, how can she go to the trouble of making wooden poles?

Lydia reached into her bag and slowly pulled out her wooden pole from it.

Then he walked over casually, and easily ate the baobab fruit.

Lydia held the baobab fruit and looked at Darcy provocatively, obviously still resenting Darcy's behavior of talking about her behind her back yesterday.

Then he waved it in front of him in a vicious manner, and ate it all in one gulp.

Lydia was terrified, she clapped her hands, turned her head and walked away calmly.

On the contrary, Darcy stared at Lydia in a daze, a little baffled.

He looked at his ring, still above it, and at Lydia's mysterious backpack.

"Miss," Darcy had to say again, "may I ask you to help me? My ring fell on it."

He pointed upward, "That ring is more precious to me."

"Oh," Lydia turned her head and glanced at him, "what does that have to do with me?"

She rolled her eyes, "If you ask me to take it, I will take it. Don't I lose face."

Seeing Lydia said so, Darcy no longer insisted.

He found a twig and tried to see if he could get the ring off.

Seeing Darcy's strenuous movements, Lydia felt a little relieved.

She rolled her eyes and passed the pole over, "Here, I'll lend it to you."

Darcy took over the young lady's wooden pole, and changed his opinion of this uncertain lady.

He took off the ring, returned the wooden pole, thanked him, and left.

Seeing his lonely back, Lydia hesitated for a moment, but still called Darcy.

"I said, sir," she still said in a bad tone, "did you use my things and leave without paying?"

Darcy turned around, "What do you want from me as a reward?"

He spread his hands very neatly, "I'm currently penniless."

"Help me carry things, I have too many things to pick," Lydia said, "if you have time left after all this work, I can barely lend you some vine leaves, Make a shelter."

After speaking, Lydia turned her head and walked towards the river.

Time is tight and tasks are heavy, and she didn't know if she caught something in the trap she spent yesterday setting up.

Darcy hesitated for a moment, but followed.

He owed this lady twice for help, and if this lady still exists in his next dream, he still has to pay back the favor.Although he hasn't helped others move things for a long time.

"Thank you, miss," Darcy said very formally, facing her after helping Lydia put away her things.

His eyes were dark and his nose was broad. When he looked at Lydia, he seemed to be focused.

"Can you tell me your name?" He asked hesitantly.

Logically speaking, even in a dream, without an introducer, it would be extremely rude to ask such a thing.

"You can call me Miss Bennet," Lydia said calmly, "Since we have exchanged names, I will teach you how to make a tent first."

She counted a few logs and moved to another open space beside her, "You don't want to sleep on the ground, do you? As for the reward, you can move things for me in the next few days."

half a month later.

As it was approaching evening, Lydia walked slowly towards the camp carrying a pile of materials wrapped in broken vine leaves.

A lot of things have been refreshed today. According to the amount collected every day, it is enough to stock up before the "coming rainy season" mentioned by the system.

After following in for so many days, it was obvious that Darcy had been hacked a lot.

Darcy also piled up a lot of branches, vines and other massive rhizomes in his arms, and walked back reluctantly.

After working as a coolie, the relationship between the two is rarely closer.

In exchange, Lydia also taught Darcy how to pick things up, build a camp, light a fire, and replenish the necessary food.

"Mr. Darcy, I am very glad that we have done these tasks together. I will slaughter today's prey later, so please avoid it."

She held up the rabbit ears and shook the fluffy animal in her hand towards Darcy.

"If you don't mind, I can..." Darcy said hesitantly.

"No need," Lydia now just wanted Darcy to go away, "I can do it myself."

After Darcy walked back to her stone house, she focused on the rabbit and struck with the stone knife.

Lydia has actually changed a lot since she entered Africa.

She skillfully held the nut shell, took a bowl full of rabbit blood, and divided the rabbit meat neatly.

In the past, these things were done by the servants before they were served on the table.

She nibbled on the rabbit meat.

In the past, Lydia was always the first to complain when there was such a bad-tasting dish on the table, not to mention eating this kind of rabbit meat that lacked salt and sugar and had no salty taste.

After eating, the sky also darkened.

Lydia twirled the branch in her hand, contemplating the leaping flames.

Uncle didn't reply to them for a while, and the manuscript that Mr. Bennet helped Mary sent was never heard of.

Except that the dance I learned from Ms. Anne is almost finished, and another class has been set, it can be said that there is almost no progress at present.

Lydia looked at the fire next to her, and Darcy seemed to be thinking about something.

"Mr. Darcy," she said unceremoniously, she was obviously used to shouting after so many days, "Do you know of any way to make money fast?"

Darcy stubbed out the cigar he had just lit, and then turned around to answer, "Miss Bennet, I think it's pointless for you to ask this."

He paused, then continued, "You know, the ways to make money are all in the judgments of those judges."

After so many days, Darcy has a general understanding of his current situation.

Africa is not his dream, but a real place.

Darcy accidentally scratched himself once, and when he woke up the next day, there was a scar in the same place.

Only then did he realize that the lady he met was probably not the girl of his dreams.

It's a witch who has special abilities and is probably able to read people's hearts.

No wonder he was kicked out on the first day, afraid that his words and deeds would offend this young lady.

"I don't mean those," Lydia said irritably, "Forget it, I can't explain it to you."

Darcy vaguely mentioned his net worth, and I'm afraid he doesn't need to worry about his impoverished life in the future.

After experiencing the days when she had to do everything by herself, Lydia really didn't want to fall into this situation in the future.

In Africa, there is a system to help, and there are hardworking points as rewards, but in reality, they are just running around for a living.

"I thought that a person with mysterious superpowers like Miss Bennet," Darcy said, "wouldn't care about money or anything like that."

Lydia's backpack can hide a lot of huge objects. Selling one can make many people lose their fortunes and chase after it.

"What super power?" Lydia said angrily, "Can super daydream?"

She sighed, "If I really have this ability, I hope I can earn more dowry."

"For example, your backpack," Darcy pointed. "Such a miraculous object, I am afraid that the rich people outside will snatch their heads."

He secretly mentioned, "God save the queen."

"If I could take it out, it would certainly be a great treasure," Lydia explained. "I can't take this thing out, any more than you can hurt me here."

Except for the ribbon, everything the system gives can only be used in Africa.

Lydia is restricted by the system, not only can't take anything out, but also can't get tanned.

This may be one of the few differences between Mr. Darcy, who is systematic, and Mr. Darcy, who is not systematic.

"Then do you have anything you can take out?" Darcy asked earnestly, "If not, maybe when you become an adult, I can provide you with a job like a tutor, but the salary may not be very lucrative."

The salary he can offer is around [-] to [-] pounds per month, which can be higher than the usual tutors.

"Family teacher? Me?" Lydia pointed to herself, feeling extremely absurd, "I have nothing to take out except that I don't get a tan."

She glanced at her hands, she was a young lady with nothing but pampering.

A wild girl who lacks etiquette training, but also serves as someone else's tutor?

Lydia glanced at Darcy suspiciously. Is this person mocking her?

"I'm not making fun of you," Darcy explained. "My sister Georgiana really lacks playmates of the same age. You can live alone in this strange continent for so long, which is enough to show your perseverance."

He said bluntly, "What's more, you don't need you to teach her related etiquette."

"No need," Lydia waved her hand, "I don't have the habit of working for others, let alone I don't need this job for the time being, I haven't fallen to this point yet."

She smacked Darcy's words, and suddenly came to her senses.

"Do you think my family is poor?" She asked incredulously, "Which aspect of me gave you this illusion?"

On what basis did this Mr. Darcy feel that she needed a job as a governess?