Grasp the farming script in the famous book

The day before leaving Tara, Roland went to find Carleen.

Carreen still prayed in her own room, holding in her arms the rosary Ellen had left behind.

Originally, the cover of this book was already in tatters, but recently Carleen got some pocket money and was finally able to buy a piece of beautiful velvet cloth to make a beautiful cover for this book.

Roland walked into the room and kissed Carleen gently on the forehead.

She asked Carreen, "Do you remember Brent?"

She was referring to Brent Tarleton, the only boy Carreen ever fell in love with.

Carleen laughed immediately when she heard the name, closed her eyes, and pressed her hand gently on her heart.

The more Roland watched, the sadder it became. It seemed that Carleen was going to carry this feeling into the grave.She reached out and patted Carrie on the shoulder, and whispered, "I dreamed about Brent last night."

Carleen's eyelashes trembled, and she opened her eyes to look at Roland.

"He asked me to tell you that if you miss the sun and you shed tears, you may miss the stars."

Carleen closed her eyes again, and after a while, she finally shed tears again, and began to sob softly, uncontrollably.

Roland opened his arms and hugged her, then exited the room, nodded slightly to Will who was guarding the door, and whispered, "I will ask you to take care of her from now on."

Will had a serious face, as if he had taken over a huge burden from Roland.

After this farewell, Roland set off for New Orleans the next day.

New Orleans is a seaport city.Here, the Mississippi River makes a huge bend and empties into the Atlantic Ocean.The city is built along the river, and the streets are like the bones of a fan, starting from the curved river, and radiating heat into the distance.

There is a huge French-speaking area in the city, after all, it was the colonists from France who built the original framework for the city here.

However, most of the buildings in the French-speaking area are Spanish-style, with the unrestrained and romantic nature of the Spaniards.This is probably because the houses in the French area were burned down by a fire 100 years ago, and then the Spaniards presided over the reconstruction.

The French that Roland learned in the previous plane is still very useful here, and she has no language pressure when wandering in the French area.

When Pulissy timidly asked Roland where he learned French, Roland replied nonchalantly: "Ellen, Ellen can speak French, she taught me."

Yes, her mother, Ellen, came from an upper-class French family that traveled across the ocean, and her maternal grandmother, Solange Robial, was said to be a famously beautiful French old lady who had been married three times.

As a newcomer, Roland took Pulissy to wander around the city, looking curiously at the ancient and fresh atmosphere here—yes, an ancient city and a commercial port at the same time.

It's old only because it's much older than Atlanta.Atlanta is the same age as Scarlett's character, so it is a completely industrialized boomtown.

New Orleans is not the case. Its architectural style is European, full of quaintness, unlike Atlanta, which is completely indifferent and pragmatic.

The city in front of me is always in flux, and new things from the outside world are constantly injecting fresh blood into it and keeping it youthful forever.

The ships were all in port, unloading large cargoes from Liverpool and Southampton before loading them with various commodities from the American South, mostly corn and cotton.

From time to time, many small boats go out to sea from here to Florida and Cuba further south, bringing back a large number of Havana cigars and rum that have not passed through customs.

All kinds of people come and go on the streets: merchants, smugglers, fishermen, farmers... people engaged in various livelihoods.Roland met businessmen who spoke with the accent of the European continent, the local descendants of white Europeans, and also saw a large number of blacks, Indians, and all kinds of mixed races.

It seems that in the future, she will have to deal with people from various backgrounds - this prospect makes Roland eager to fight.

Roland's luggage had been sent to the Richelieu Hotel in advance.After she had had enough shopping and seeing enough, she also slowly strolled back to the hotel to check in.

"Sorry, we cannot accommodate single female travelers."

The manager of the hotel said after seeing Roland and Pulissy.

"Why?" Roland asked bluntly.

She can't even count as a single stay, doesn't she bring a Prissy?

The manager apologized but replied firmly: "Because our hotel doesn't want to receive women who engage in improper business."

This turned out to be the reason - one can imagine how rampant the pimps here are.

But this was really offensive to Roland.

"Number one, I'm only here for two nights—"

As long as she finds a place where she can temporarily settle down, she will immediately move out of the hotel.

"Second, you tacitly accept that female guests who stay alone may engage in improper business, which is a great offense to women. Don't your female relatives have to go out alone?"

But the manager refused to accommodate: "You just need to find a gentleman who can guarantee you, and then you can stay in our store as long as you want."

"Is it more effective for a man to come forward as a guarantee than my own guarantee and oath?"

Roland's protest was ineffective, and she was told: she had to find a man she knew as a guarantee, otherwise she had to find another place to live.

"The hotels in the entire upper city have such a requirement. If you can't do it, you can only go to the lower city to find a place to live."

The law and order in the upper urban area is slightly better than that in the lower urban area. Single women living in the lower urban area can easily be talked about behind their backs when they are worried.

"Mrs. Han, Scarlett? Is that you, Scarlett?"

Suddenly a voice greeted her behind her, it was Rhett's voice.

Roland let out a breath.

Rhett's appearance was both timely and embarrassing for her. What was timely was that he could serve as a "guarantor" for her, but what was embarrassing was that what required him to be a guarantor turned out to be this kind of content—won't engage in improper business?

Roland felt like he dug a hole for himself.

"Oh, Mr. Bai, so you know this lady."

Judging from the attitude of the hotel manager, Brad is a frequent visitor to this hotel.

A few minutes later, Rhett signed a guarantor's certificate in front of Roland who was sullen.

The manager's face, after meeting Ruide, had almost written the words "Big Flatterer".He kept complimenting Rhett Brad, and immediately called the doorman to have all the luggage of Pulissy and Roland brought to her room.

"Scarlett, it will take a few more years for you women to get rid of these prejudices."

Rhett whispered in Roland's ear.

Roland: Indeed...

Now after the war, any single woman who is slightly attractive is considered to be engaged in "improper business".

All the women who could marry were married—as long as men with good health and a little bit of wealth, no matter how old they were, they were all sought-after in the marriage market; for the rest, society didn't seem to give them any other choices.

"But how did you come to New Orleans?"

"Come to talk about business." Roland answered briefly and angrily.

"Oh? Do I need to introduce you to a 'business partner'?"

Rhett stretched out his hand to straighten the collar of his coat, and asked seemingly casually.

It was only then that Roland noticed that he was dressed very smartly, with blue trim rolling on the collar of his white coat-this bright outfit was beyond the imagination of Wei Xili or Will.

"Thank you, no need, I have already contacted the other party in advance, and I will go to visit tomorrow."

"Oh, that's it." Rhett was a little amused in his heart, but his face deliberately showed a disappointed expression.

"Are you only in New Orleans for two days?"

Roland was deliberately vague: "Well, I only live here for two days."

"Then I should hurry up and treat you to dinner. You are new here, and you must not know which restaurant to enjoy."

"You go to rest first! I will invite you again in the evening."

Seeing Roland's hesitation, Rhett suddenly smiled in her ear and said, "I'm the one who risked my wealth and reputation to protect you, so you won't let me treat you to a meal, right?"

Roland pursed her lips tightly, as if flames were burning in her green eyes.

——This guy guarantors her, proving that she is a woman from a good family, so why does she have to sacrifice her wealth and reputation?

Rhett knew that this was a sign of her anger, so he laughed and walked away, leaving her in the hotel.Only the manager of the hotel remained in the living room smiling, ready to bear her wrath.

In the evening, Ruide really came to the hotel and respectfully invited her to a nearby restaurant for dinner.

He was wearing a full tuxedo, gloves, and a bow tie.Roland was a little reluctant, but in the end he went to change into the best dress she brought to New Orleans, which wasted a little time.

"Ma'am, be sure to try some of the best food in the city."

Ruide smiled openly, as if it was his long-cherished wish to invite her to dinner.

He took her to a high-end restaurant - which made Roland feel very fresh.In this plane, as well as in the previous planes, Roland has not tried the business form of "restaurant".

In the previous plane, she was either very rich or very wealthy, and her family was supported by good cooks.

When she first entered this plane, she was so poor that she ate her last meal but didn't know where the next meal was, and she had no chance with such things as "restaurants".

But Rhett could, and Rhett took her to the best restaurant in the French Quarter.

He ordered food, fresh oysters delivered to the restaurant as soon as he landed, capon breast cooked in red wine and open oysters cooked in white wine; he also ordered wine, which was very tasteful, with just the right acidity, and could Softly set off the pigeons and oysters before her.

And she had the manners not to be ashamed of him.

In the boarding school on the previous plane, she had learned the complete dining etiquette of a lady. She knew how to use a knife and fork to deal with open oysters, and how to put the oysters into the mouth silently without making a "chuck"... Her The movements were so noble and elegant that Rhett couldn't stand it.

"Scarlett... I didn't know you..."

"You always thought I was some country girl who grew up at Tara, didn't you?"

Rhett laughed, and put the napkin on his lap aside.

"How dare I!"

"It's true that Carole fled Ireland and came to America, but Ellen and her family are well-known French families in Charleston."

His eyes were bright, looking at her stern little face.

"So you've been using the French upbringing that Ellen taught you to disguise yourself, to cover up your inner Irish enthusiasm."

Roland put down the knife and fork in his hand, narrowed his eyes slightly, and looked at him intently.

Obviously, in this plane, the man who knows her best is not Jiale, not Ashley, not Will, but this guy in front of her.

Ruide suddenly threw the knife and fork in his hand onto the plate in front of him, making a "clang" sound, which shocked everyone in the restaurant.People turned their faces in astonishment, looking at the guy who broke the etiquette of the restaurant.

"Sorry, Scarlett, I took you to the wrong place."

Ruide handed out a stack of banknotes to the waiter who rushed up, this stack of banknotes was enough to make the waiter shut up, and sent the two of them out of the restaurant respectfully without saying a word.

Holding Roland's arm, he walked quickly on the streets of New Orleans.Roland involuntarily followed him around a few turns, she raised her face and cast him a questioning look.

"Haha, as I said, I should take you to try the best food in this city—"

He walked her quickly for 5 minutes, then suddenly pushed open the door of a tavern and walked in.

"Old rules, here are two signboards—"

"Two more shots of rum and ice water."

Roland looked at the people in the tavern in a daze.There are people here in twos and threes, scattered among the bar counter and several booths.

They dress up differently, but if they dress like Rhett, standing in this tavern, they are definitely different.

Moreover, in this tavern, apart from white men like Rhett, there are also black and brown-skinned Spaniards...

This place... serves the best food in the city?

Soon, the wine was served first, with a shallow cup in a rough glass, and a glass of ice water as a bonus.

Roland took a sip out of curiosity, only to find that the honey aroma was strong, but the wine had a high alcohol content, which was not the same as the wine he drank in a high-end restaurant just now, and she felt intoxicated after just one sip.

She had no choice but to comment: "This wine...is a little on the top."

Fortunately, the food arrived right away—two or three different foods, all piled on the same deep dish, and at the bottom was a thick okra stew, with a big spoonful of sausage and seafood on top. The finished risotto, on top, is covered with a layer of crayfish.

Judging by the size of the food, it almost popped off the plate.

Rhett pulled an oil-stained napkin nonchalantly, stuffed it directly into the neckline, turned his face and looked at Roland with provocative eyes, as if to say: "My French lady, can you here?"

Roland: Eating crayfish... Who is afraid of this?

No matter the etiquette and manners, in front of the delicious food, let's go!

She immediately took out a handkerchief from her handbag, followed Rhett's example and tucked it into the neckline, then threw the handkerchief under the high stool, and reached out to catch the crayfish that came straight out of the plate.

The gumbo gave these lobsters a savory and tangy sauce, and it also left Roland's ten fingers covered in sticky broth.

Roland, however, kept his subordinates—how could it be difficult for her to stop eating crayfish?

Rhett immediately saw her peeling and eating shrimps without any scruples, seeing her put her fingers into her mouth and sucking them lightly, seeing her sticky hands grabbing the glass of spirits...

This scene seemed to confirm her imagination in Rhett's heart, and seemed to give Rhett infinite surprises.

Then, in the low and dim tavern, Rhett's wanton laughter echoed: "Okay, okay! I really didn't expect..."

I really didn't expect you to be such a lady.

Roland rolled his eyes at him—ladies also know how to eat shrimp.

Then again, Rhett was absolutely right when he said it was the best food in New Orleans.The plate of okra soup, stewed rice and crayfish in front of her is the most delicious food she has ever eaten in her life. Various herbs and seasonings are added in it, which has a strong taste and a strange aroma.

Paired with such a strong flavored food, the mouthful sweetness of rum goes well with it.

However, such a juicy way of eating is not something her little handkerchief can resist.Roland was so excited that he didn't notice that a lot of gumbo soup was also on her cheeks.

Rhett tore off the napkin from his neckline, held it in his hand, and approached her, wanting to wipe her rosy cheeks that were about to fade.

——Thinking about it, I feel a little ambiguous!

Roland suddenly raised his head, just avoiding his big hand——

Just as the sound of the violin's bow touching the strings sounded, the cello played a deep and melodious tone.

Roland was surprised and delighted: "There is a band?"

"Can you hear pure blues here?"

A tavern in a corner of New Orleans is about to stage a real blues scene.

Yes, the small group huddled in a corner of the tavern, ready to play music, from the fiddler, the trumpet player, the drummer, to the people who were going to sing, were all black.

Rhett's hands froze in mid-air, and he thought: Should I blame myself for inviting this band at the wrong time?

If it's really to blame, I'm afraid it can only be blamed. He knows how much she likes the band.