Grasp the farming script in the famous book

Roland wanted to avoid Rhett on purpose - no way, because of his emotions.

Her "implanted emotions" for him are "dislike" and "offended".

Plus the red-haired Belle Watling—she knew what Rhett and Bell had to do with each other, and she recognized that normal adults had this need, but she didn't intend to involve herself in it.

She told a vague lie, pretending that she was done with business and was going back to Tara.

And he bid her farewell respectfully, and expressed the hope of seeing her again in Atlanta or Tara.After turning around, his figure disappeared on the fan-shaped street.

Roland breathed a sigh of relief, and felt that it would be great if Rhett could leave New Orleans earlier.Since she set foot on the land of New Orleans, she never seemed to leave the shadow of this man.

"Come on, Prissy, let's go find a house!"

Roland said with high spirits.

Her little black maid was squatting on the side of the road and dozing off at the moment, at this moment she finally stood up and rubbed her eyes.

"When you were in the office, Mr. Bai was always there."

Roland: ... No wonder I meet this guy as soon as I go out.

"He also gave me ten cents to buy sugarcane water."

In season, the streets of New Orleans are full of vendors selling sugar cane water.

"I'll keep the ten cents. I'm going to buy Dilsey a present." Prissy thought of his family.

"Put it away!" Roland told Pulissy, "We have already agreed, you are a female assistant with a serious job."

She didn't like the word "maid" very much.

"The wages you get every month in the future will be yours and will be at your disposal."

Pulissy jumped three feet high: "Then I'm wider than Polk and Dilsey?"

Roland thought for a moment: That's right, Pork, Dilsey, and Mammy—they should also be regarded as "liberated" blacks.Tara has always regarded them as "her own family", so it is wrong not to distribute Tara's income to them.

She made a note of this to write to Merry later that Tara's income should be divided among all those who worked...  

Strange, Roland thought: She didn't think about handing over to Ashley or Will, nor did she think about handing it over to her sister Carleen, she had an intuition that it should be handed over to Melanie.

Melanie was the fairest of people, the most impartial—she could take care of Tara as well as Ellen did.

Roland's intuition was like this, but thinking about it again, Melly's sick body...

She immediately dismissed this idea and decided to arrange Tara's affairs by herself when she was free.

Then Roland took her "female assistant" Prissy to see the house.

The time she gave herself was too tight (the hotel only planned to stay one more night), and the budget was too small, so it was extremely difficult to find a house.

After finally finding a suitable one in the French-speaking area, she had to give up because her "female assistant" could not speak French and her life was inconvenient.

Eventually she found a house between the safer uptown and the bustling lower town—the closest of a row of houses to the street, so there was a sizeable courtyard with its own well.

The room for Roland and Prissy was upstairs, and they shared a bathroom.Downstairs is the host's guest room and living room.

The only fly in the ointment is that this house does not have a kitchen.

There are no gas stoves and induction cookers in this plane... any convenient stove that has ever appeared in history does not exist.There are only clumsy stoves for burning wood or straw, and not every house has them.

In Roland's opinion, the kitchen is still very necessary. If she wants to live here for a long time, she can't go to the high-end restaurant that Rhett took her to every day-it will be a huge expense; as a single woman, she It's also unlikely that she always visits the tavern in the back alley, although she likes the band there.

Roland posed the question to the landlady.

The landlady pointed casually: "Here, you can go there and borrow his kitchen."

Roland looked around following the landlord's instructions, and saw that it was a small two-story building, with the upper part for living and the lower part for business.Upstairs there was a balcony with a closed door.

And downstairs is a small restaurant with a signboard - "Tommy's Kitchen".But the door of the restaurant is closed, and the signboard is full of cobwebs and dust, it should be that it has not been opened for some days.

"Is this a closed restaurant? The owner still lives in the building? ... Can I borrow the kitchen too?"

The landlady refused to say any more.As if she was afraid that Roland would not pay the rent, she urged to collect two months' rent, and left in a hurry.

The newly rented house is not too big, but the items and utensils inside are fairly complete.

Roland and Pulissy went back to the hotel, took all their luggage, and then they could live here directly, and they had a foothold in this city.

Pulissy was puzzled by this: "Miss Scarlett, why don't we go back to Tara? Your 'big business' is settled, isn't it?"

Prissy didn't know anything about tea monopoly or patent transfer, but she had great respect for Roland and always believed that Roland was doing "big business".

"The negotiation is over, but I have other business to continue."

Indeed, the agricultural machinery patent she applied for earlier is only valid in Georgia, and if she wants to enjoy the rights in Louisiana, she must apply again in New Orleans.

Fortunately, it was not difficult, the documents were readily available, and even if anyone wanted to compete with her, she had the Georgia patent in hand, which gave her an absolute advantage.

In addition, the partners of agricultural machinery should also talk about it slowly.

Some of her work to be busy, some to earn money.

"Besides," Roland looked at Pulissy, "it's hard to come to a new city, don't you want to see more, but want to go back in a hurry?"

Prissy didn't understand: "Tara... Tara is so nice!"

Roland smiled: She loves Tara too.

But people will always go from the countryside to the city, and this plane is no exception.

In this case, she will lay the foundation in the city for those who are still in Tara now.

In addition, she also likes this city very much. People who like it don't ask where they are from or where they come from—people pay attention not to who she is, but to what she can do.

She wants to do what she is good at and what she likes to do here.

In the afternoon, Roland decided to go to the house where the kitchen could be borrowed to see what happened.

She went to open the door of the restaurant first, and the door was still guarded by General Tie——

So Roland followed the landlord's wife's instructions, pushed the door through the side door on the other side of the small building, and turned a corner after entering the door, which was the kitchen.

This kitchen is small but well-equipped.Although the restaurant looked like it hadn't been used for a long time, the kitchen was clean, the cupboards, cooktop and oven were spotless.

Roland then checked the place where the ingredients were stored, and saw that there was a lot of oil, salt, rice vinegar, and the most basic seasonings.There were even two slices of bacon and sausages hanging from the beams.

No wonder the landlady asked her to come here to borrow the kitchen.

Roland thought: In any case, he should say hello to the owner first, so she took Prissy to search slowly on the first floor of the house.

"Excuse me, is there anyone? Can I borrow the kitchen?"

Roland asked loudly, and there was even a little echo in the empty house.

She stretched out her hand to push the door, and found that she was already in that restaurant—there were deep red walnut dining tables and chairs in the dining room, and the tablecloths were all neatly folded together and placed in the corner of the restaurant.

The afternoon sun shone through the dusty glass windows into this small space from the outside, creating an inexplicable sense of tranquility.

"who are you?"

A rough female voice sounded from behind Roland.

Roland was caught off guard and was taken aback.Prissy behind her became even more impatient, and shouted directly: "Ah——"

"I didn't expect you to be so rude and yelling in other people's houses."

Hearing the voice of the person who came, there was sullenness.Roland quickly turned around and apologized.

When she saw the other person's appearance, she almost said hello: "Nurse—"

Yes, if the other party didn't have a little French accent, Roland would have thought it was the nanny in Tara who appeared in front of him.

This is a black woman with a broad build. Like Mammy, she has a dark and kind face, thick breasts and big hands like cattail leaves, but like Mammy, she also deliberately shows a majestic and admonishing face. .

Prissy was completely frightened and stuck in place like a stick.

"Mammy!"—she cried.

"I see," the visitor's eyes flashed, he suddenly walked up with big strides, and stretched out his hand to grab Prissy's wrist, "You must have ordered this child to work, you unconscionable slave owner , this child is only so young, but you send her to work!"

Pulixi immediately showed an expression that was about to cry, as if he was really bullied by his master.

Roland hurriedly said, "Prissy, quickly tell Mammy, who are you to me, and how much do you get from me every month?"

Pulissy kept her mouth shut, and it took a long time before she said, "I... I am Miss Scarlett's, female, female, female... assistant."

The terrified Prissy didn't have enough brains, it took him a long time to think of this position, and then reported the monthly salary she could receive from Roland.

"Mammy" finally believed it, and let go of the black girl's hand.

"You... didn't treat this child as a slave, nor did you treat her as a maid?"

Roland shook his head lightly: "No, the slaves have been liberated long ago. This child is my family and my partner."

Pulixi immediately put on a moved and crying face.

Mammy stared at them both, and looked and looked.

"We just moved near here, so we really didn't intend to disturb," Roland pointed to his newly rented house, "but wanted to borrow the kitchen here."

Mammy glanced at the neighbor's house, snorted, and said, "That old stingy guy always wants her tenant to come and borrow it."

Obviously this isn't the first time this has happened.

"You do it yourself, clean it up yourself, buy the materials yourself, and fill up the oil, salt and condiments yourself—"

Mammy dropped this sentence and turned to leave, the floor made a loud "creak" sound under her feet.

Unexpectedly, Roland asked again: "Dare to ask, how many people are there in the house?"

The black nanny paused: "...what?"

"Since I'm borrowing the kitchen, I should at least express it. Let me invite you to enjoy today's dinner."

"Hmph!" the nanny snorted, "Look at you, just don't set my kitchen on fire."

At this moment, Pulixi knew how to intervene: "I will light the fire!"

Roland: ...

She could only look at the woman in front of her with sincere eyes as much as possible, until she finally softened a little.

"There are two people, my wife eats very little, but I have a big appetite...but the taste is not good, I can't swallow it."

The black nanny left without saying a word, and walked away on the creaking floorboards.

Roland breathed a sigh of relief, took off a vegetable basket on the wall, and took Prissy out - she had fallen in love with a nearby small market early on.Here, returning fishing boats will bring back a variety of catches, and some small vendors will trade here for other condiments for cooking.

Roland bought a large handful of okra, a few lemons, a bag of clams, and a few lively prawns.

She went to sell another small bag of rice before returning to "Tommy's kitchen".

On the way, she did not forget to pick a lot of herbs in the yard she rented - wild onions, wild garlic, rosemary, oregano, sage, wild celery...

The stingy landlord pointed the tenants to pick up other people's wool, but now Roland "snatched the sheep" and took away a lot of herbs in the garden.

Prissy carried the firewood to the kitchen to light the fire, and successfully lit the big stove.

Roland has almost prepared the materials here.She first peels and removes the heads of the shrimps. The heads and shells of the shrimps are lightly fried with the clams in oil, and then they are served in soup.

The soup is hung up, part of it is used to cook with okra, and the other part is used to cook rice.

She first sautéed the herbs in a pan until fragrant, then put the washed rice into it and fried until the rice had absorbed the juice of the herbs, then poured in the broth just now, together with the chopped sausage, Shrimp is cooked with other miscellaneous ingredients.

Prissy was stunned——

"Miss Scarlett, I never saw you cook at Tara—"

Roland thought to himself: Indeed... I haven't done it myself for a long time.

In the first two planes, she didn't need to cook by herself, but fortunately, she was proficient in cooking in the "farming plane" before, and these skills have not been lost until now.

"How did you recognize those herbs?"

"Ellen taught me!" Roland replied casually.

But her ability to identify herbs has nothing to do with Ellen or Tara, they all come from the "farming plane".

In the "Farming Around the World" competition, there was a season of farming in Michelin kitchens, and Roland had to grow whatever the chef wanted—Roland was often "tortured" in that season, but he also recognized various Herbs and exotic ingredients.

In fact, as long as she smells the fragrance and tastes the taste, she can roughly guess what condiments are added in it.

Roland had already tasted the signature gumbo soup and risotto in that tavern with Brad that day, and Roland already knew the general recipe, and now he just followed the example and made a copy.

The black nanny just said she had a "slutty mouth". Roland guessed that this was just because she was used to the local flavor of New Orleans, so she simply copied the local dishes she tasted the day before. Anyway, these dishes are easy to get and the recipes are not complicated .

"smell good!"

Prissy, who was fighting, sighed sincerely.

The fragrance that diffused from the stove quickly filled the entire kitchen, and then passed through the doors and windows, and quickly drifted to the street.

"Boom boom boom——"

Suddenly, Roland heard someone knocking on the door of the restaurant in front.

The person who came knocked persistently and asked loudly: "Restaurant...is this restaurant reopened today?"

"Well, it smells so good! I haven't smelled such a fragrance for a long time."

Roland had to run to open the front door of the restaurant and explain to the people outside: "No, I'm sorry, the restaurant has not reopened... I'm a neighbor here, and I'm borrowing the kitchen from this restaurant."

The visitor misunderstood and felt very sorry. He raised his hat and said, "Ma'am, I'm sorry... It's really because it smells so good. I thought the restaurant was reopened."

"But as you can imagine, the store hasn't been opened since news of Tommy's death came back to New Orleans. Mrs. Munro...is she all right?"

Roland could only nod vaguely.

After sending people away, she raised her head and saw the almost crooked sign outside the restaurant: "Tommy's Kitchen".

Without Tommy, "Tommy's Kitchen" will naturally no longer be in the mood to reopen.

Sure enough, every family after the war has more or less sad stories, and this place is no exception.