Grasp the farming script in the famous book

In the early morning, before the first ray of sunlight shone on the manor, the whole big house was shrouded in a vague white mist.

The tall and thin Heathcliff was standing in front of the main gate of the manor, looking at the rough road and the weeds on both sides of the road that grew almost as tall as half a person.

He closed his eyes slightly, and the crisp and melodious chirping of birds suddenly came to his ears.

It is very quiet here, without the hustle and bustle of modern society, no instant messaging tools, no annoying work emails flying to the projection light screen in front of you one after another...

It was the paradise he wanted—if the harsh living environment in this plane could be ignored.

"Ah--"

Stretching and yawning greatly, Peter Pan came to Heathcliff.

"Morning!"

The little man greeted the big man: "Did you sleep well last night?"

Heathcliff was sullen and silent. He felt that all the peace and solitude he had enjoyed from getting up early had been driven away by this guy.

Peter Pan didn't care much about being neglected, and he seemed to think that Heathcliff was just such a character, an indifferent and reclusive person.But he just likes to talk to such people.

So Peter Pan shrugged, scratched his back, and said deliberately: "I guess you, like me, were disturbed by the fleas on the bed and didn't sleep well all night?"

Heathcliff spoke rarely this time, and replied in a deep voice, "I'm fine..."

He had sneaked to the Chase bunk where the knights slept before. The beds there were made of wooden boards covered with straw, and on top of the straw was a sheet that had been used for an unknown amount of time. It was strange that there were no fleas.

But the hostess here specially ordered them to change into washed sheets last night, which made him feel treated politely, and he didn't feel too much trouble when sleeping.

But his companion shrugged and moved his body, suddenly smiled and said, "Maybe it's not fleas, but I'm used to showering every day, and I feel so uncomfortable if I don't wash for a day..."

Heathcliff gave a soft "hum" and thought: This is the price you have to pay for staying away from the hustle and bustle.

Now that he has entered such a plane, he should be mentally prepared—before he decided to join this "test" program, he had read many reviews written by "players", and they all said that the plane produced by the producer of this plane was amazing. The five senses can experience absolute reality, as if they really traveled to France in the seventeenth century.

"As long as safety can be guaranteed [-] percent, I think that's enough."

Heathcliff added.

As the "test" team, the audience who entered the plane, they signed a very complicated agreement and exemption clause with the plane producer.

The producer of the plane cannot guarantee anything else, but it can guarantee the "absolute safety" of the audience.In other words, they will never receive any personal threats in the plane. Even if they are in danger in the plane and "die" in the plane, they will just return to their own home and start over again. When you go online, you will be another hero.

"That's right. If I really can't stand it, I'll just log out, take a shower, and then log in to the plane again. Isn't it okay?" Peter Pan laughed at himself.

Heathcliff ignored him, as if he couldn't bear to take a bath, and it seemed that he was not a man of great importance.

So Peter Pan changed the subject: "What do you think of this contestant?"

Before Heathcliff could comment, Peter Pan answered himself: "I almost laughed when I heard her call cats into pandas in a serious way yesterday! I was exposed to the gazes of so many viewers, but I almost couldn't help laughing..."

"What an interesting female contestant, I've never seen her like that..."

For a moment Heathcliff also thought of the kitten from last night, and the corners of his mouth raised high.

That "Mileddy" made a really deep first impression.

"But... in my opinion, she hasn't done enough."

Peter Pan folded his arms, and together with Heathcliff, he looked at the road in front of him and evaluated seriously.

"She's a 'lay-and-win' player in my opinion."

"Her husband was going to hang her, but who knew that instead of dying, she came back instead."

"When I got home, I found that my husband ran away in anger, leaving her a huge family property instead."

Peter Pan recounted the plot he saw before entering the plane, and asked:

"Isn't this 'lay to win'?"

Heathcliff was never one to jump to conclusions without thinking.

"Courage—"

He has always been concise.

"Oh, that's right!" Peter Pan reached out and touched the hat on his head, "Most people would not dare to turn back in this situation and throw themselves into the trap. I don't remember the plot like this in the original book."

"I heard that she is a famous farmer. She should be useful in such a country house." Peter Pan made a comment.

He seemed to want to hear the opinions of his companions, whether he should stay here, follow this contestant, and see how high she can reach.

After all, once a choice is made, it is difficult to transfer to other players.

Heathcliff only said three words: "Wait and see!"

"That's right, there are still two days anyway!" Peter Pan nodded.

The "testers" who entered the plane had to decide which player they would follow within three days.Therefore, these two can continue to observe at Roland for a while.

The two had just made this decision when they heard movement in the building behind them.

"Come on, drag all these carpets out, set up a fire, and burn them all." The voice of the speaker was delicate and clear, and it was none other than Katie beside the Countess.

"What?" John, the old housekeeper, was very puzzled when he heard this. "The Earl has only bought these...these carpets for more than a year!"

"Now in this house, is it Madam who has the final say, or you who have the final say?"

What the pungent little maid said was quite powerful.

"Madam said that these carpets are full of filth, and the smell will become stronger when the weather gets warmer. If you don't burn it early, why don't you keep it and let it poison everyone?"

"This this……"

The old butler was so choked by the little maid that he didn't know how to reply.

But Katie walked away with her skirt up, and said, "Ma'am, please find a few more powerful ones later, fetch a few more buckets of water, and mop the floor in the hall several times. Then send someone to Go into town and ask the carpenter if he can wax the floor the same way he waxes the furniture. A waxed floor is easy to clean."

"Oh--"

The old butler responded with half-belief.

——Can this floor also be waxed?

"If you need anything, come to the kitchen and find us!"

Katie left a note as she walked, "We gotta cook all the sheets before it's early—"

The old butler stayed where he was: Don't you cook breakfast and bed sheets these days?

Heathcliff couldn't help shaking his shoulders, and Peter Pan laughed beside him and said, "It can be seen that he is no longer a 'Lie Win' player."

Boil everyone's sheets, apparently to get rid of as many fleas and ticks as possible.

Look, the campaign to change backward hygiene habits has started vigorously.

——This movement power is really good.

The two walked slowly back to the manor.Heathcliff and Peter Pan, a foreign knight and a relative of the countess, were not bothered to work for them.

This gave them the opportunity to observe the estate.

Soon, the two saw lemonade in a large jar on the large table at the entrance of the living room.

"Thirsty?"

The pretty maid standing behind the lemonade looked up at them.

"Wine won't be served during the day anymore, but you can drink this when you're thirsty—"

Cindy gestured to the two and explained: This is boiled well water, which is soaked in lemon after it has cooled.

Heathcliff and Heathcliff each ordered a glass, and drank slowly.

At this moment, two men in knight attire rushed in from the hall. They had just returned from their horseback riding. There was sweat on their foreheads, and their bodies seemed to be steaming.

"Thirsty, Cindy, pass me a glass of wine."

Cindy really poured two more glasses of water for the men: "Don't you remember what the countess said? You are not allowed to drink wine during the day."

"what--"

The two knights seemed to have springs installed on the soles of their feet, and they jumped up automatically.

"What shall I quench my thirst without wine?" cried a knight.

"Is this white water?" The other held the glass that Cindy handed over, "Oh, let me drink this tasteless drink, even if I die of thirst, I will not drink this to quench my thirst... ..."

Unexpectedly, Cindy said softly: "This is lemonade, soaked in the lemons that the earl bought for his wife..."

The two knights were still muttering loudly: "Whatever the lemons..."

Cindy: "Do you know how expensive lemons are? Five lemons are worth a pistol..."

Five lemons worth a pistol?

The white wine they drink every day to quench their thirst tastes like a horse drowning. Even if it is five barrels, it is not worth a pistole!

When the two knights heard this, they turned their faces at the same time, held the cups in their hands and "gudong" several times, and drank them in two gulps.

"Ah, it's so delicious!"

"This refreshing and sweet liquid, this light fragrance, this sour taste... which one is not better than wine?" After the two knights finished drinking, they came to such a conclusion at the same time.

So, the two cups reached out to Cindy at the same time.

Cindy didn't have a smile on her face, but she still poured lemonade for the two of them gently.

Looking at this posture, within three days, all the men in this manor will be proud of drinking lemonade to quench their thirst.

Heathcliff and Peter Pan looked at each other, probably thinking in their hearts: This means that a strong general has no weak soldiers!

The two maids under the Countess, Katie is aggressive and quick-talking, and Cindy is gentle but has a needle in her eyes.Apparently their masters also took into account the differences in their personalities when arranging errands for them.

Now everyone in the whole big house obeyed the order of these two maids.It has to be said that this is also a skill of employing people.

"There's one more thing, I asked the housekeeper to give me an order in the morning, do you remember?"

After all, Cindy is a bit thin-skinned, so I am embarrassed to repeat it.

As a result, the two knights smiled and said together: "Isn't it just that you are not allowed to defecate anywhere in the manor?"

"Honey, I wouldn't have done it in front of you—but where no one's looking...you don't know I did it, do you?"

Had it been Katie, she would have blushed and spat on each of them.

Who knew that Cindy still had a calm expression on her face. She glanced at the knight who said this, and immediately turned to the other one.

The gentle voice sounded again:

"Honey, you can expose him—"

"If you can expose your friend for violating the rules of the manor, he will not be able to eat in the hall at night. His share of the barbecue is yours."

The young maid finished the suggestion in a feminine tone.

As soon as Cindy finished speaking, the two knights glanced at each other, one of them gritted his teeth angrily, and the other laughed loudly: "It seems that I will have a double barbecue tonight..."

"Hey, you guy, why don't you even talk about this kind of loyalty?"

The two of them immediately refused to let go, and ran out after each other.

Use this method to supervise people to change hygiene habits? ——If every night has the same food quality as last night, the effect will be quick.

Heathcliff pursed his lips and said to Peter Pan, "Look again?"

Peter Pan nodded: "Well, look again!"

This proves that the two of them recognized the player's performance, but not to the extent that they could directly make up their minds to follow.

In the afternoon, three carpenters were invited from the town—this is enough to prove that the small town at the foot of the mountain where the manor is located is actually a "big town".The standard configuration of craftsmen in the town in this era is a carpenter, a blacksmith, and a shoemaker (cobbler).A town with three carpenters at the same time is definitely a large town on a large scale.

Roland was explaining to them what she needed to transform a small room on the edge of the manor into.

"On the existing stone trough here, build a long wooden seat like a bench, on which four, five or six... at least ten people can sit side by side."

"Please cut out such a big round hole on the surface of this wooden seat... Yes, just enough for people to sit on it conveniently, but it won't fall off..."

The carpenters were dumbfounded.

— Countess Oh!

Explain such vulgarity to them personally.

The most terrible thing is that the Countess actually wanted to build a fixed place for people's "convenience"?

These days, who doesn't hide and hide and make it convenient?Behind the manor, in the woods outside... Where can't it be?

Who knew that Roland hadn't finished talking yet: "A sink will be built here. Someone will pour clean water through the sink into the stone trough below here at regular intervals, so that the dirt can be cleaned up regularly..."

What she meant was that this fixed convenient place had to be cleaned up from time to time.

The carpenters all said: unheard of!

...but it's all doable.

"I'm also planning to fix a faucet here—well, it's something like a fountain in the town square, water will flow out of the faucet continuously for people to clean their hands... I'll have to find the coppersmith in the town for that , take a message for me, invite him over tomorrow..."

Roland continued to instruct.

Heathcliff didn't need to finish listening, and slipped out of the "construction meeting site" first, telling Peter Pan: "In my opinion, any problems related to sanitary habits will be solved here soon."

"Yes," Peter Pan also agreed, "Maybe in two days or so we won't need to log in and out frequently. The shower room will be built by then?"

"Usually, the first thing farmers do is to make themselves more comfortable."

"Yes, that's something I'm deeply attached to."

"How about it?"

Heathcliff asked Peter Pan: "Can you make up your mind?"

Peter Pan nodded: "If dinner is as good as last night's, I'll probably nod."

Heathcliff: "Me too."

As a result, they enjoyed another delicious goulash in wine that night.

Only half of the total number of knights were allowed to have dinner. It seemed that it was impossible to force people's long-established habits over overnight.

Those who were stopped outside the dining hall, holding the dry bread distributed to them in their hands, did not expect that the countess would actually punish them from eating dinner for such a "trivial matter".

When they smelled the aroma of dinner—these lawless fellows really regretted it and begged loudly one by one, anyway, they wanted to taste the goulash that the cooks carried from the kitchen.

How fragrant this beef is, mixed with the aroma of wine and various vegetables.

People with a good sense of smell closed their eyes and counted the side dishes inside: "Pearl onion, baby carrots, mushrooms, rosemary, sage, garlic, bay leaves..."

Others salivated as they watched the caramel-colored chunks of beef emerge from the pot.

It seems that the whole manor is filled with fragrance, and the whole manor is full of irresistible temptations.

If they had known that there were such rules, and had known that there were such delicacies, why would they want to covet that little convenience and want to be "convenient" everywhere!

Finally, Katie seemed to have heard the aspirations of the punished knights, secretly scooped out a spoonful of the remaining sauce from the large pot on the dining table, stuffed it into the knights who were stopped outside the hall, and ordered them to use This is eaten with dry bread.

"Katie, you're such a nice guy!"

The Knights tearfully thanked Katie.

"what--"

But once they tasted the bread dipped in sauce, the knights burst into tears:

"Katie, you have made us miserable!"

The sauce is delicious like this, so how delicious is the beef?

Now that the intestines of all the regrets are green, it is better not to taste this sauce!

The two little maids told Roland the reaction of these people with a smile.

Roland finally had time to sit down, took out his handkerchief, and wiped the fine sweat on his forehead.

so close! — those careless cooks in the manor.

If she hadn't discovered it in time, the cooks would have almost ruined another whole cow's prime beef.