[Comprehensive Classics] Traveled all over Europe to demolish CP

Chapter6 sits behind Mr. Darcy!

Almost all of Mr. Bennet's family property is in one property, which can earn an income of [-] pounds a year, which is enough for the daily expenses of a middle-class family of seven.

Unfortunately, due to the famous limited succession law (please refer to "Downton Abbey"), this estate became the misfortune of five daughters.Even if Mrs. Bennet had a dowry of four thousand pounds, it was still not enough to make up for the loss.

Mrs. Bennet also had a younger sister who lived a mile away in Meryton, who married Philip, their father's secretary.

This distance could not have been more convenient for the young ladies, who used to go there three or four times a week, calling on their aunts, and dropping by a shop in Meryton which sold women's hats.

At the beginning of the story, the two youngest sisters, Catherine and Lydia, are particularly enamored of Meryton and the hat shop.Later, under Jane's blows and precepts and deeds, Katie finally got rid of the influence of her little sister and began to do needlework with her sister to subsidize the family.

Originally, according to the Bennet family’s annual income of [-] pounds, the ladies don’t need to make money by themselves, but Jane said, “Our family property will be inherited by outsiders in the future, now if you don’t save some dowry, be careful that no one will marry you” After being frightened by her words, the little girl avoided her sister in horror and concentrated on thinking about ways to make money, so that she grew up to be a shrewd hostess and a cautious miser in the future, and gradually drifted away on the road to gaining a sense of existence.

==But this is all a few years later.

Right now, Katie has a strong interest in her sister's simple and interesting embroidery method, which is easy to make up for if she makes mistakes.

She still went to Meryton three or four times a week, and visited the millinery shop each time, but Katie's object was no longer to buy hats, but to sell her own and her sister's embroidery.

"What an ugly hat." Lydia commented on the hats displayed in the window. "There are a few more ugly hats in there. Would you like to go in and open your eyes, Katie?" The bad jokes are also smiling.

Lydia saw the red uniform walking towards here, and immediately left her sister and ran over: "Ah, Danny, you bad guy!"

"I'm going to find you, Lydia." The officer smiled and stretched out his arm for the little girl to hold.

Katie snorted, went straight in and said to the proprietress, "Good morning, Mrs. Smith, I'm here again."

Mrs. Smith, a severe and fastidious businessman--as fastidious in her hats as Mr. Darcy was to women--received Katie warmly, and beckoned her to sit down in the back room.

The proprietress said enthusiastically: "What new tricks have you brought this time, dear Katie?"

Katie carefully opened the package and took out a large twelve-yard-long coarse cloth embroidered with small roses: "Jane and I spent a whole month embroidering it! Whether it is cut to make a sofa cushion , or the whole curtain is a good choice.”

Although Katie is only 17 years old, she seems to have inherited her uncle's talent in business.With a little bit of digging, Jane found that the fourth sister was calm and stubborn in bargaining, and her ability to observe words and emotions was no worse than Elizabeth's. In addition, she was good at inquiring about all kinds of news. Another strong addition to the Nat family.

This change made Jane very happy.

——You know, her fourth sister is the most insignificant in the whole world of Pride and Prejudice!

"Although it is very beautiful and delicate, once such a large picture is pressed in my hand..." Mrs. Smith made a worried look.

"Don't worry foolishly, dear Mrs. Smith, I've made all my inquiries, and it took you less than five hours last week--four hours and 32 minutes, to be exact--for a dozen handkerchiefs and The pillowcases are all sold out, so why hesitate?"

"Handkerchiefs and pillowcases are small things, Katie, but big ones are hard to say, and although I've been selling hats in Meryton for twenty years, I'm not sure..."

"Listen to me, ma'am, there are quite a few arty ladies around Meryton, think about it, what a face-saving thing it would be to display such a large-scale work! Take a step back, even if it's a big emergency It’s not easy to sell, you can also cut it into pillowcases and coasters and sell it! You won’t lose any money, why are you always so pessimistic?”

Mrs. Smith: "It's always better to be cautious. So, dear Katie, how much do you think is appropriate?" The confrontation between the two finally reached the most critical step.

"What do you think, Mrs. Smith?" Katie slyly kicked the ball back.

Mrs. Smith raised her eyebrows, not expecting this young girl to be as slippery as a catfish.She approached cautiously and tentatively. Under Mrs. Smith's sophisticated attacks, she never revealed her trump card—how much did they spend to make this piece of floral cloth.

Finally, Mrs. Smith held out five fingers.

"God! Have pity on our sisters! How can you offer such a small price!" Katie didn't know whether five fingers meant five shillings or five pounds. Anyway, she couldn't go wrong when the buyer paid back the money. "You don't Know how many nights we spent embroidering it! How many candles were spent, how many times we pricked our fingers, and how many times we were scolded by our mother..." Katie looked at her pitifully, as if Mrs. Smith's price seemed to be in vain. send the same.

It has to be said that Katie has mastered the use of sympathy strategies without a teacher.

Mrs. Smith: "￥#%&&(...#..."

Katie: "#$^&*(&)&$%..."

Mrs. Smith: "#￥%...&*"

Katie: "...&*￥%#￥%*&..."

……

Generally speaking, it can be summarized as:

"How much is a catty of Chinese cabbage?"

"One catty one piece!"

"Dazai, right? Can Qimao do it?"

"At least let me earn some money! Jiumao!"

"I'll buy more from you, Bamao. If it's higher, I'll go to other people's houses to have a look."

"Come on, I sold it to you at the cost price...do you want to buy something else?"

"Have you finished reading, Katie?" Lydia had already joked with three or four officers outside the hat shop, and she shouted impatiently inside, "Are you petrified by the ugly hats inside?"

In Mrs. Smith's hat shop, she has been making a wronged appearance. At this time, Katie can't wait to look up to the sky and laugh.She walked out in a happy mood, and didn't even argue with her sister tit for tat.

Touching the purse, Katie walked home humming a little song with an uplifting mood.

The next morning, when Mr. Bennet heard Katie whispering to Jane about the trip to the hat shop, he said condescendingly: "I used to think that our family produced two of the stupidest girls in England." Now, boy, I need to revise my words: the number is down to one. It seems that through the tireless efforts of all of you, we have made an indelible contribution to the future of the British Empire."

Mrs. Bennet was about to answer disgruntled, when a servant came in with a letter for Elizabeth.

It was from Nefer Gardens, and Mrs. Bennet's eyes shone with joy.

As Elizabeth read the letter, she cried anxiously, "Hey, Liz, who's the letter? What does it say? How does it say? Come on, read it to us, come on, baby!"

"It's from that phony Miss Bingley," said Elizabeth. "No matter how pleasant her brother is, it won't change the fact that Miss Bingley is unpleasant. Unless she stops being so haughty."

Jane: "..." I'm actually wearing "Pride and Prejudice", right?

The arrogant Elizabeth shook the letter in her hand, jokingly said: "I'm going to Netherfield for dinner today, with the two Miss Bingleys. Don't laugh, don't be too busy laughing, I understand what you mean, my dear Mom...can I walk?"

"Walk three miles? My nerves!" Mrs. Bennet held her chest and raised her voice suddenly, "Do you want to walk three miles in the wilderness and then be ashamed to see anyone? You must not walk to Mr. Bingley! There's a free horse in the house, ride it, baby."

Jane sighed without any sense of presence, and huddled in the corner and continued to be her bun.

Do nerves grow in the chest?She looked at Mrs. Bennet's hand on her chest, belatedly wondering.

Notwithstanding Mother's ingenious calculation, the next morning, the Bennet family received a letter from Netherfield—Elizabeth fell ill after being exposed to the rain.

Jane said with a sullen face: "No matter how shameless I am, I can only walk to Netherfield Garden... Well, I know you will say again, 'Why are you so stupid! You can figure it out! Your look What a sight!' and things like that. Don't worry, my good mother, have a little confidence in your eldest daughter's looks, and Jane Bennet won't be out of sight."

Jane took off her long skirt and put it in a fleece bag, changed into the coarse trousers that Mr. Bennet had long since abandoned, and wrapped white cloth around her legs to make leggings.

Mr. Bennet blurted out: "If you put on a jacket instead, you'd be a handsomer boy than Mr. Bingley."

"Thank you, Daddy, I'd rather I be a real lad."

Jane inadvertently stabbed Mr. Bennet in the heart, and hurried out the door unconsciously.

Hastily strode across the fields, stepped over fences, and jumped over puddles. Finally, Jane stopped silently, wiped her face in a very unladylike way, weakly Think hard:

Where the hell am I coming from?How do these fences and puddles all look the same?Where is Netherfield coming from?

She looked up at the gloomy sky where the clouds almost reached her nose, and leaned against a fence to look up at the sky:

Do you dare to come out of the sun once!dare!Do you dare to let me know the direction of the sun for a second!

Amidst her silent indictment to Heaven came a low, hesitant voice: "Ben...Miss Bennet?"

Jane Bennet, wearing men's trousers, leggings that wrap her feet, muddy leggings, and beads of sweat on her forehead, looks up at the sky:

God, do you dare to embarrass me a little more?

"I don't mean to offend, Miss Bennet..." Mr. Darcy was originally not good at words, and the situation of the girl in front of him made him feel at a loss, and he almost lost his limited language ability, "After Netherfield sent someone to deliver the letter , but it has been a long time since you received a reply from your residence..."

"I'm just lost, and thank you for your kindness, Mr. Darcy . . . I would be much more obliged if you would be kind enough to send me to Netherfield without keeping me there from morning till night. "

"Get on the horse." Mr. Darcy said no more polite words.

"Thank you." Jane raised her eyes to look at him, her sky blue eyes smiling like two crescent moons.

She carefully unfastened her leggings, allowing herself to stand on a fairly dry ground, and then untied her belt...

Mr. Darcy's ears turned red, and before he could look away, Jane changed her trousers and put on a long skirt, and got on her horse as a matter of course.

It's just... she sat behind Mr. Darcy.

Blinking her eyes, Jane took the rein from Mr. Darcy's stiff hand consciously and confidently, and wrapped her thin arms around his strong waist.

Mr. Darcy: "..."

Jane: "Please show me the way, the best and kindest Mr. Darcy."