Grasp the farming script in the famous book

After Roland expressed his attitude to Aunt March, the old man stopped for a few days and did not ask Roland for money again.

Unexpectedly, about a week later, when Roland went to his aunt's house to read aloud to her, as soon as he entered the door, he saw his aunt leaning on a cane with both hands, with her back straight, sitting on an armchair, staring at her closely.

"Joseph-Fen, are you working for that bakery on Main Street?"

Roland knew in his mind that it should be the lady of the March family who supplied cakes to the bakery, and it was known.When people spread the word, the facts were out of shape, and it became that Miss March was a baker's servant.

"No, auntie."

Roland calmed down and told his aunt the truth.

"I just make a few cakes with Hannah when I'm free. If my family can't eat them, I just put them in the bakery for storage."

"I heard that you don't like sweets, so I didn't give it to you."

"Or, I'll make a reduced-sugar version for you to try tomorrow?"

When Aunt March heard it, she immediately rolled her eyelids, and put on a look: I believe in your words, so there is no ghost.

"Josephine, you ordered Hannah to do that again?"

Roland thought about it, and thought that Joe's previous "dark cooking" was famous, so Aunt March refused to believe that those cakes were made by Joe himself.

She smiled modestly: "Hannah taught me a lot. How about...I'll use your kitchen to try to bake you a cake today, okay?"

Aunt March closed her eyes slowly and said, "Don't, I'm afraid you'll tear down my kitchen."

"Let's read."

Aunt March patted the book next to her.Roland looked over and saw that it was a travelogue in continental Europe written by an American.The books are new and look like they have just been published.

Roland immediately opened the book and read it slowly.

Aunt March sat in an armchair, leaning on her crutches.Originally, her back was straight, but gradually, her back leaned back on the comfortable chair back at that angle, and the crutch gradually loosened.She opened her mouth slightly, and Roland seemed to be able to hear her snoring softly.

Roland lowered his voice and read more and more slowly, planning to sneak away to the library to pick up two books after his aunt fell asleep completely.

Unexpectedly, as soon as she stopped, Aunt March said suddenly: "Joseph--Fen, I am not asleep!"

Roland could only bite the bullet and continue reading.Fortunately, that travel note was written very interestingly, and it allowed her to understand to a certain extent the writing and style of writing that Americans like, and how they view Europe.

"Josephine," Aunt March didn't listen carefully to what she was reciting, but said loudly, as if she was afraid that Roland would not be able to hear, "Remember it for me, my March family has not been reduced to manual labor. Even if Meg goes out to work, she is still a governess to a respectable family."

"Don't think that you can impress me by doing those humble jobs. I won't give you my money just because you go out to work."

It turned out that Aunt March imagined her in this way.

Roland closed the book with a snap.

She met her aunt's eyes and said seriously: "Auntie, I'm real, I'm not helping anyone."

"I'll have my own business."

"My own business?" Aunt March raised her eyebrows, "Do you make cakes?"

Roland directly acquiesced: "You made it very clear last time that our family has lost the wealth of the past, and it is no longer like before. Just relying on the wealth of the family, we can enjoy life without working hard."

"And I have made it very clear to you that we will live a life that suits us. Since life requires me to give up those reserved things that belong to Ms. Kuo, and try my best to make money and make ends meet, I will do so."

"Huh?" My aunt snorted, as if she was asking: Josephine, is it up to you?

So Roland said that sentence very naturally: "How do you know I can't? After all, there are two opportunities in this world to make a lot of money, one is when the country is built, and the other is when the country is destroyed ①."

Aunt March's eyes widened when she heard this, with a shocked expression on her face.

These two opportunities are when the solidified social class is broken. As long as people grasp the opportunity, they can realize the change of social status.

Aunt March must be called "class", so Roland said this to bluff her.

After all, it is also during the war now, but the March family is located in the north and has not been directly affected by the war.

But once the war is over, order is restored, and people flock to the emerging industrial cities, opportunities are naturally everywhere.

Roland waited for the stiff expression on his aunt's face to pass, then smiled and approached the old man, hugged her arm, and said affectionately: "So, aunt, let us try it ourselves. We will feed ourselves by our own labor. Is it better, myself, than to sit on your threshold all day begging for your pity?"

The muscles on Aunt March's face twitched, as if she felt that Roland was a "rogue", but she didn't immediately refute Roland's words.

"As long as Margaret can marry a son..."

Aunt March grumbled.

"That's only if she can find a son who suits her heart." Roland interrupted quickly, continued to hug his aunt, and said with a shy face, "But before that, I have one more thing to ask of you!"

Aunt March looked at Roland in surprise, as if she was very unaccustomed to her "sneaking her face".

"Will you leave the orchard to me?"

In addition to the library, Aunt March's big house has another thing that particularly attracts Roland, which is the orchard behind the house.

There were about forty apple trees in that orchard, and besides that, there were apricots, raspberries, raspberries, elderberries... better than the orchard of "Pride in the Plane" in Longborn.

It's just that it's winter now, and looking out from my aunt's living room, the orchard is deserted and unattractive.

Roland volunteered to help take care of the orchard because he took a fancy to the produce in the orchard.

To make this orchard produce abundantly and meet Roland's requirements, some preparations must be made in the winter months to ensure a harvest in the spring and summer of the coming year.

"Think about it, if you give me the orchard, you don't need a gardener. I'm your gardener."

Roland let go of his aunt's arm and stood up, as if to let his aunt take a good look at her "gardener".

She was sure that her aunt would agree.After all, this is really an old lady with a "knife mouth and a bean curd heart".

Sure enough, Aunt March stared at her for a while, and finally said: "Then you can't expect me to give you the same pocket money as you do now."

Roland nodded eagerly: She doesn't need pocket money, as long as the aunt can give her all the produce in the orchard.

"Josephine, your temper is too harsh, you are not suitable to marry into a wealthy family."

Roland almost stretched out his hand to praise: Auntie, you are so right.

"Beth is too shy to be right. Amy is a little young, but . . . let Amy come to me to-morrow and read to me," said Aunt March severely.

If you were an ordinary person, you would be somewhat disappointed. After all, this meant that my aunt no longer doted on her so much, and Aunt March would not favor her when she left an inheritance.

But Roland was really happy.

Starting tomorrow, Amy will be able to earn her own pocket money, and her sisters don't have to give her any more money.

As for Roland herself, she can not only get the produce in the orchard, but also have an income similar to that of being a gardener-she doesn't need to spend extra time reading to the dozing old lady every day.

So, Aunt March looked at the joy on Roland's face and shook her head. Originally, she just wanted to "scare" Roland, but who knew that her "threat" would have such a result.

But that's it, everything is settled.From now on Amy would be the one who read to Aunt March.

Roland seemed to have suddenly gained freedom. After reading the page of travel notes in his hand, he ran impatiently to see the orchard that she would be in charge of.

"Miss Josephine," Esther, the aunt's maid, came to Roland, "come with me."

Esther took Roland to the cellar of the house, and showed Roland several large baskets made of straw.

Roland went to pick one up, and it was heavy in his hand. When he looked inside, he saw that it was all apples.

These apples were wrapped in paper and stored in crates in cold, dark cellars.So it's not bad until now.

"Ma'am won't let you throw it away, but if you leave it like this, it will be rotten by Christmas."

Esther whispered to Roland.Esther was French, so she always called Aunt March "Madame."

Roland: I understand. Elderly people cherish food, even if it is an apple that falls from a tree, they are reluctant to throw it away, but there are too few people in the family to eat it all.

"Since Miss asked you to take care of the orchard, why don't you... take all of these."

Esther's eyes were full of anticipation, wishing that Roland would help her to transport all the goods that were in the way.

So after saying goodbye to his aunt, Roland waited by the side of the road with several baskets of apples beside him, hoping that a public carriage would pass by and help her transport these things back to March's house.

She did not wait for the coach, but Laurie.

Laurie loaded her things into the cart himself, and drove the carriage down the road himself.

"Joe, what do you want so many apples for?"

"With Apple, there are so many things you can do!"

Laurie asked aloud, and Roland spoke aloud too.The two actually spoke at the same time.

With apples, she could make apple pie, slice apples and pickle them in sugar, decorate them on sponge cakes, make applesauce, make cider or even apple cider vinegar.

She didn't know that Laurie was sitting in front of the carriage at the moment, and he was grinning sweetly and silly when he heard such a tacit understanding.

Back at March's house, Laurie acted as a coolie again, carrying the large baskets of apples into the house for Roland, and stacked them on the coldest attic.

Roland has already figured out how much will be used to supply the cakes he will be making recently, and how much will be used to develop new products. After he has a rough idea, Roland clapped his hands and said, "By the way, I still want to use all the things I wrote before. Find out all the manuscripts and take a look..."

Laurie was surprised: "Joe, have you forgotten..."

Roland asked curiously, "What did I forget?"

Laurie's voice faded away: "Did you forget Amy..."

The light of the winter afternoon was very dim, and it shone obliquely through the attic windows, reflecting the fine dust flying slowly and freely in the air.

Roland just stood there, looking at Laurie silently.Things that happened in the past came to mind bit by bit:

It was then that Jo and Laurie went to the theater together without Amy, but left her alone at home.

In order to make Joe regret, Amy threw a manuscript that Joe had been working on into the stove...

"Joe—"

Laurie called Roland in a low voice, and shook her arm gently.

"You won't, you still blame her now, she was just a child at that time."

Roland added in his heart: that is also a bear...

"No, after that incident, I don't blame her anymore."

She meant what happened afterwards: Jo had been very angry with Amy for losing her manuscript, and would never forgive her sister.In order to beg her forgiveness, Amy ran up the ice in winter, but fell into the ice cave. If Laurie hadn't been brave enough to rescue Amy with Jo, the current March family would not know what it was like. What's the situation.

Roland stood dumbfounded in the attic, slowly experiencing this strange feeling.

The producer slowly pushed the previous story to her, but it was as if the hidden memory was being recalled by her bit by bit.

Amy burned Joe's manuscript, and this kind of loss was simply unbearable for Joe.

If Amy killed Glacier in order to beg Joe's forgiveness, it would be unbearable for Joe.

——Why does it seem like unbearable things happened to Joe?

Laurie leaned over to look at Roland, and said with a smile, "Why do I feel like you really just remembered everything?"

Roland blinked, and immediately returned to his natural state. He shook his head and said with a smile, "How is this possible?"

She knew very well that this incident shaped both the March girls:

Amy is a smart girl who knows what kind of revenge can hurt her sister to the bone - but she has since understood that everything has consequences;

Joe knows that even the closest relatives need to control their temper.

As long as it makes both girls better, it has its own meaning.

But, Roland thought to himself, there has been such a past between Joe and Amy since then, a past caused by hurting each other - just like the deception that she and Athos could never get over in the last plane Like Hum, here, in this story, between Joe and Amy, there is always a small scar in my heart.

Laurie gently took Roland's hand and led her to the attic stairs.

"It seems I shouldn't have brought it up. Jo, I was wrong. I thought . . . I thought you hadn't thought of it any more." Laurie apologized sincerely.

Roland raised his lips and shook his head.

She and Laurie came down from the attic and met Amy in the drawing room.

"Amy, we were just talking about you..."

Just as Laurie started to speak, he turned to look at Roland's expression, and stopped quickly.

Amy was quite unconscious of what her sister and Laurie were talking about.She stared at Roland curiously, and asked, "What's wrong?"

Roland smiled and asked her, "By the way, Amy, among girls your age, do you still like limes?"

When Amy heard this, she blushed immediately and lowered her head, as if she wanted to find a hole in the ground to drill down.

The author has something to say: ①See the "Gone with the Wind" plane, this is Rhett's catchphrase.