Grasp the farming script in the famous book

When there was a bug in the plane, Roland was completely unaware of it.

But the cat will soon know.

The little black and white flowers grabbed Roland's long skirt: "Lan Lan, there is an announcement from the plane."

"What is it?" Roland answered absently, as she was opening the letter.

"There is a bug in the plane, and the producer said that there is an original character in this plane, who is actually a 'real person', and somehow entered the plane."

"So powerful? Who is he?"

The manager Mao shook Mao Mao's head: "I don't know yet, the producer is investigating. If it is a secondary character, it must be kicked out directly, but if it is a major character..."

Roland didn't take it to heart at all.She had already opened the envelope and took out Melanie's letter. She gave a "wow" in surprise and said, "Melly is coming to New Orleans."

Luna: Maomao is shocked!

Roland ignored Luna's shocked face, she continued to read the letter quickly, and said while reading: "It's because of Indy from the Wei family, Indy is engaged to a businessman in New Orleans."

Wei Yingdi is Wei Xili's younger sister, and she used to be an outstanding girl in the county.But she has never been married until now...

Roland went on to announce: "Indy and his wife decided to hold their wedding in New Orleans, so everyone will come to New Orleans. Aunt White Butterfly, Melanie and Ashley..."

She put down the letter paper and muttered: "Why does it feel like all the acquaintances have gathered here again?"

Luna has already reacted: "Of course, this is a book, and of course all the characters follow the protagonist."

Roland laughed suddenly: "Yes, of course."

She suddenly remembered that Luna had told her something important, and hurriedly asked: "Luna, what did you just say? What kind of bug?"

Luna flattened her mouth: "It's nothing, anyway, the producer hasn't been able to find out why."

So the two of them tacitly ignored this "unimportant" matter.Roland went to write back to Melanie, welcoming her to New Orleans, and asking her to tell her the date of arrival in New Orleans, so that he could meet him.

"I'm sort of a half-landlord here—"

Roland wrote, "I know some nice restaurants..."

She does know a pretty good restaurant.

"...and know where to get the best local specialties."

The best local specialties, of course, are all kinds of fresh seafood, as well as rum shipped from Havana - all of which can be tasted directly in her restaurant.

"Of course, dear Merry, you and Ashley can feel free to come to Orleans for the wedding and leave Papa, Carleen and Will at Tara. I'm sure they can take care of themselves, and Will should know he should. What."

"Love you Scarlett."

After finishing this sentence, Roland closed his pen and thought to himself: Oh, Ashley, Ashley is coming to New Orleans.

Like a little girl, she stood up and jumped around on the floor in a circle. When she stopped, she just faced the mirror. She clearly saw the pretty face in the mirror, the emerald green eyes shining brightly, the whole body People are as radiant as girls.

Roland: This implanted emotion is really helpless, Wei Xili, Wei Xili is a married man.

Emotionally, she loves her husband.

Intellectually, she agrees more with his wife.

But the reality is that she must be prepared to face more "acquaintances" coming from afar, arriving in this city, and criticizing her.

First she welcomed the Merryweathers, then the Elsings, and finally Dr. Meades.

Roland wondered: "Don't Atlanta need a doctor?"

Mrs. Merriwether is very proud: "The big families in several southern states are all connected, and they are relatives after two generations. Our family is the woman's cousin, and Dr. Meade's family is the man's cousin. "

She held Roland's hands with great concern: "Listen to Meli, you run a restaurant in New Orleans—my dear, since you're going to open a restaurant, why don't you open it in Atlanta?"

Roland smiled at Mrs. Merryweather and said in his heart: Open the restaurant in Atlanta so that you can get credit?

Suellen, who has always disliked her eldest sister, has written many letters to Roland recently, complaining about her husband Frank, saying that her husband is too soft-eared, and that he always gives credit to neighbors and friends whether it is a store or a sawmill. And always have to come back—the family will soon be struggling to make ends meet.

Frank wrote to Roland, asking his wife and sister not to pay attention to Suellen's complaints. His property was running well enough to support Suellen and her child—by the way, Suellen was pregnant, and this time They will not come to New Orleans to join in the fun for a while.

Thinking of this incident, Roland couldn't help but sigh with emotion: Suellen thought a lot, and finally married the person she wanted to marry——

But after marriage, Suellen still can't escape the cage called "family life". Whether she is happy or not is like drinking water, knowing whether she is warm or not.

Thinking of this, Roland felt that it was a wise choice for her to own a career and live freely and independently.

The ladies from New Orleans couldn't quite understand Roland's choice.

Mrs. Elsing shook Roland's hand and said with emotion: "Scarlett, time is not forgiving."

Roland was so surprised that he immediately wanted to reach out and touch his face. Could it be that she has aged so much in just a few months?

Mrs. Elsing held Roland's hand tightly: "When I first saw you, your hands were really...without any calluses, and they were really the hands of a noble lady, but now... ..."

Now Roland's hands are still slender and graceful, but a thin callus has grown on the knife-holding position, and the skin is not as smooth and soft as Mrs. Elsing's "lady".

Therefore, Roland understood very well that although these wives envied her money and freedom, they still looked down on her from the bottom of their hearts.

Because she does not belong to the "high society" they came from, not a rich lady with money and leisure, but has to work to support herself.

No matter how successful Roland was in her career, she would never be recognized by these people.

Roland smiled: "I'm sorry, I'm still busy, so I won't chat with you guys!"

Mrs. Merriwether and Mrs. Elsing had just bid farewell to Roland when a passer-by stopped them: "Is the lady you talked to just now surnamed Han?"

"Yes!"

"Running 'Tommy's Kitchen'?"

"Yes?"

Mrs. Merriwether and Mrs. Elsing became more and more puzzled: What's the matter, is Scarlett still a famous person in this city?

"Gee, she's the owner of the hardest-to-get-a-reservation restaurant in town. Did you ask her to help you get a table at that restaurant?"

The two wives looked at each other: how could they think of this?

"It's okay if you don't. Her restaurant sells the best fun wine in the city before sunset. You don't need to make a reservation for that, you can have it when you go."

"Really, you two can go and have a try." Passers-by sincerely encouraged.

The two wives stretched their faces longer: it's fine to open a restaurant by themselves, but they even sell alcohol.

"If Ellen is still around, she definitely can't condone her daughter's misbehavior."

"Yes, no matter how much money Scarlett may earn or what name she may have in town, I'm ashamed to be in her company."

The two wives hummed together and looked at each other.Although these two were extremely curious about Roland's restaurant and fun wine, neither of them dared to visit "Tommy's kitchen".

"She is a widow, dragging a son, and opening a restaurant by herself?"

"The law and order in New Orleans is really so good, no one comes to make trouble?"

"In Atlanta, she'd attract all those lecherous and money-grubbing niggers."

Roland also didn't care what the two ladies thought of her.She might also care about what Melanie and Ashley thought of her, and these people were completely irrelevant.

She was busy in the restaurant until closing that day as usual.

Prissy felt a little uncomfortable, so Roland hurriedly sent her back to rest.

Mrs. Munro had just put little Wade to sleep, and fell asleep herself.

Sister Nanni was helping in the kitchen, doing all kinds of washing and cleaning, causing quite a commotion.So much so that Roland called her, but Mammy didn't hear her.

Roland reluctantly brought the bucket over. She had already wiped all the dining tables and chairs, and now she was waiting to mop the floor.

It was very late, the torches used for lighting near the restaurant had been extinguished, and it was dark everywhere.

Roland thought for a while whether to put all the door panels on before mopping the floor, but he found it troublesome, so he decided to clean up the entire restaurant before closing the door.

When she finished packing everything, she turned back and threw the mop into the bucket.At this moment, she suddenly heard hurried footsteps behind her.

She felt that something was wrong, and when she was about to turn around, someone had already hugged her around the waist.

It was a pair of strong arms, dark skin, could be black, could be Hispanic, Indian ... anyone.

Roland opened his mouth to cry, but a hand had already reached out to cover her mouth, and a sluggish voice rang in her ear: "Honey, are you alone?" It was a local dialect of New Orleans.

She felt herself being dragged towards the counter.

At this time, another voice shouted: "Don't just focus on that, ask her for money first—"

The hand covering her mouth suddenly loosened, and instead groped around her waist and apron pockets: "It's not on her!"

Roland had already wanted to act, but he was a little more cautious when he heard the voice of the second person: she was absolutely sure to take the one behind her, but adding the other one would be a little troublesome.

She quickly called out, "Nannie—"

The person who came realized that someone was in the kitchen not far away, and immediately covered her mouth again, trying to drag her out of the store with his arms.

Roland immediately gave an elbow.

There was a muffled groan immediately behind her, and the arms around her immediately loosened.

Roland hugged that arm, and when he took a breath, he was about to fall over his shoulder.

But I heard a "bang" sound behind me——

The person behind was immediately knocked down and lay down without a sound.

Roland: ...No, I can obviously show my force value.

She really is capable of handling it all.She had practiced all these techniques in order to deal with various possible dangers when she was farming the plane.If she hadn't been afraid that there were accomplices outside the door, she would have made a move a long time ago.

But someone acted generously and helped her settle the matter, and she was still very grateful.

"Tony?"

Roland turned his head and saw clearly the person who was helping her behind.

The visitor held a wooden prosthetic leg in his hand, and was leaning against the dining table and chair behind him panting.

He was the one-legged veteran Tony who cried loudly in front of the restaurant, forcing Roland to make up his mind to reopen the restaurant.

Sister Nanni finally heard the movement, and rushed out of the kitchen with a kitchen knife in hand, uttering an earth-shattering shout: "Scarlett—"

Roland was so frightened that he quickly gestured to her, indicating that the situation had calmed down, and he must not wake up Mrs. Munro and Little Wade who were resting upstairs.

"Thank you, Tony!"

Roland stretched out his hands to support Tony, helping him stand still.

"This leg actually has some uses."

There was cold sweat on Tony's forehead, and he held up the prosthetic leg with a forced smile.

Unexpectedly, at a critical moment, the prosthetic leg turned out to be the weapon he came to rescue.

Sister Nanni hurriedly helped Tony to sit down, moved her huge body to the outside, and said, "There is no one else!"

"Tony, did you see anyone outside when you came?"

Roland stared at the person lying on the ground: it was a well-dressed black man who spoke the local dialect, and he should be one of the liberated "free black men".

But she once heard someone outside give him instructions, and it turned out to be with a northern accent.

This person may be looking for sex, but the person outside is definitely looking for money.

Tony shook his head, saying he didn't see it.

But he made a point: "Madam, can you keep quiet about this?"

Roland remained calm and gave Sister Nanni a wink.Mammy shook her huge body to install the removable door panels of the small dining room one by one.

"Tell me, Tony, why do you suggest that?"

Tony blushed immediately, red and white again, and said to Roland: "Madam, I wonder if you have heard of the Ku Klux Klan."

"The Ku Klux Klan?" Roland shook his head, at a loss.

Suddenly she clapped her hands and remembered: "Oh, I've heard that there are such people in Atlanta."

Yes, it was Suellen's letter, vaguely mentioning that a friend of theirs had gone West because of a murder.Before leaving, he stopped at her and Frank's place and stayed for two hours.It was precisely because his female friend was insulted by a black man that he killed him in anger. In order to escape the crime, he ran away in a hurry overnight.

People like him are called the Ku Klux Klan and are wanted.

"Yes, there are a lot of people in New Orleans who are recruiting young white people to join the Ku Klux Klan. Especially people like me, ex-military, even wounded and disabled."

Such whites are more difficult to accept the results of the war, and they hate those "free blacks" more.

"If you publicize your matter, I'm afraid they will use it to intensify hatred."

Tony looked at Roland, and then at Sister Nanni.

Roland frowned and thought: "Yes, this guy came to my restaurant, but he was instructed by someone with an accent like a Yankee, and the first thing he came in was change."

Her restaurant has always been known for its cheap prices, and the restaurant has never had much money. It was because the "Sunset Friends" started selling some time ago that there was more cash at the counter.I'm afraid only a very shrewd person can think that there is a lot of cash in her store.

Sister Nannie nodded impatiently.The black nun's cognition is very simple: there is no distinction between black and white people in the world, but anyone who opposes Mrs. Munro or Roland is a bad person.

Tony breathed a sigh of relief. After he had had enough rest, he put the prosthetic leg back on, and walked out leaning on the wall. He went to a nearby patrol station and called the patrolman, and handed over the guy who was knocked out by him to the patrolman.

After this incident passed, Roland strengthened his self-protection.

Under the counter was the shotgun that Rhett gave her. She checked it every day to make sure that one of them was always loaded.

As soon as the last customer leaves, she closes the store first, and then tidies up slowly.She, Wade, and Prissy basically stayed at Mrs. Munro's at night, and everyone took care of each other.

But trouble is like growing feet, it will find itself at the door.

Before Roland's restaurant opened that day, a large group of black men rushed over and drove away all the guests waiting outside the restaurant, blocking Roland's restaurant completely.

"The shopkeeper comes out, we need to discuss an explanation!"

Roland pulled open the door panel with a "huo pull" and walked out with a straight face.

When did things become like this, even she was swallowing her anger, but others came to her first to ask for an explanation?