Grasp the farming script in the famous book

Roland held his chin, contemplated, and occasionally turned his head to look at Wickham beside him.

Wickham's proposal seemed to her rather shaky:

"My dear lady, neither of us is a 'good guy' in this plane, and the audience doesn't like these two characters at all. Why don't we formulate an offensive and defensive alliance, you attack the male protagonist Darcy, and I attack the female protagonist Elizabeth, How about performing a good show of 'Cannon Fodder Counterattack' together?"

This explains Wickham's actions at last night's ball: he invites Elizabeth to one last dance while secretly courting Roland.

But... how did Wickham recognize at a glance that she was also a "contestant"?

She truthfully threw out the question, and Wickham replied: "You should have also received the 'reminder card', right?"

It turned out to be a "reminder card" for guidance—Roland didn't expect that her cue card gave her "the first pot of gold", but Wickham's cue card reminded her of the identities of the "opponents".

But Roland didn't consider Wickham's proposal at all.

Obviously, the other party is still a typical "Long Aotian" thinking, thinking that the standard of "success" in the plane is to marry a rich man for a female player; for a male player, it is to embrace a beautiful woman.

Not to mention that Roland has no intention of falling in love in the plane at all; her goal after entering the plane is to change the status quo for her sisters, build a sense of security, and improve the status of the whole family through her own efforts.

In Roland's view, Mr. Darcy is indeed an ideal object: his calm personality is very suitable for Elizabeth; and Elizabeth's lively heart can also bring happiness to Darcy-they are a very suitable pair.

Roland likes Darcy and Elizabeth, so he wants to bring them together.The suggestion made by Wickham is particularly "unpleasant".

So Roland resolutely rejected the proposal, "Long Aotian" suddenly became unhappy, and stared at Roland with a sullen face and frowning, as if saying: I hope you don't know how to praise.

Roland asked back: "Mr. Wickham, to be honest, I think your achievements in this plane are already amazing. You have also seen that the Bingley family treats you as a guest of honor, and the people of Meryton treat you so warmly...you are in America. Your business success is enough to prove your ability and help you win favor. Why do you want me to help you please my sister?"

Wickham sneered: "You are such an ignorant child..."

Roland tried his best to control Jiji: Don't be angry... There is no point in arguing with Long Aotian.

"The wealth I created in America did bring me a moment of brilliance. But so what? Can you imagine that at the ball yesterday, so many guests praised me on the surface, but secretly said that I am a' Nouveau riche from America'."

"My father was a steward at Pemberley, and the source of my wealth was 'in business' - that was all grounds for them to laugh at me."

"You should feel deeply about this!" said Wickham. "Miss Bingley kept telling me last night that you have an uncle who is a lawyer in Meryton and an uncle who is a businessman in London. So although the girls in your family are excellent, it is very difficult for them to find a decent husband."

Roland: ...This is indeed the truth.

This is what she didn't realize when she first entered the plane: everyone is equal in the 22nd century, and occupation does not determine the social status of a person or even a family.

But in this plane, these are all facts lying in front of them.

"Even if I can achieve great commercial success, in the eyes of those who have status, I'm still nothing." Wickham said, "Fortunately, I have a good image, I can talk, and I am very good at pleasing girls. Come handy."

Roland: ...?Do you think what you did yesterday counted as winning the favor of your second sister Elizabeth?

In her opinion, since there are occupational prejudices and status prejudices in this plane, it is even more necessary to prove to those who hold prejudices through actions: people who engage in specific occupations and people with low social status can also be kind and brave. , Sincerity... A person of high moral character and elegant taste.

What Roland learned in the farming plane is always to face up to difficulties and do everything possible-to solve a problem.

As for why Long Aotian on the opposite side thinks that attacking the heroine/hero can win the favor of the audience outside the plane - she can't understand it at all.

After she refused again, Wickham shook his head: "It's not speculative."

"I wanted to remind you and point you out...Since you don't want to, then forget it."

Roland didn't like Wickham's superior tone very much, but he still maintained due courtesy and pointed him to a shortcut to Haye Manor.

"By the way, the old farmer who was sneaking behind us just now seems to have disappeared."

Wickham deliberately reminded her as if he was watching Roland's joke.

"Thomas?" Roland was quite surprised when he thought of this loyal tenant farmer. He ignored Wickham's ridicule and hurriedly followed the way back.

On the way she found Thomas Barry, an honest sharecropper sitting on the side of the road, sweating from anxiety.

"You're back!" Thomas breathed a sigh of relief.

Roland knelt down to check the tenant farmer's legs: "What's wrong with you?"

"I'm fine...an old problem, old cold legs, the most prone to attacks before the weather changes..."

Roland looked around, picked up a long pine branch, pulled off the excess branches and leaves, leaving only a bare branch, and handed it to Thomas, then went to hold his other arm, and pulled it hard, Finally, he helped Thomas up, slowly supported him, and walked in the direction of Longborn.

"Miss, you are so kind! God will bless you..."

Thomas couldn't help but reach out and wipe his eyes.The tenant farmer was very moved when the hostess' lady took such good care of him.

"... Well, my legs, it's strange to say that if it gets cold within a day, my legs will hurt more than anything else. The more painful the legs, the colder the weather will be..."

The current temperature is not low, and the small pool next to the road has not yet frozen.Roland remembered that when she woke up in the morning, there was a thick layer of clear frost on the grass blades, which had disappeared now.

The humidity in the air is very heavy, and there is a faint rosin unique to the red pine forest.

Roland thought about what Thomas said: the colder the weather became, the more the uncle's legs hurt.Isn't this...

"Not good!" Roland reached out and slapped his forehead, "It's going to snow heavily."

The air humidity around Longborn is too high, and when the cold air comes, there will be heavy snow immediately.

Thomas was taken aback, but managed to develop some strength. Leaning on a pine branch, he strenuously walked forward: "Miss, let's hurry up..."

Roland: It's not...

If there is going to be a big snow soon, they will have too much to do.

"We also need to inform the people in the village to take more precautions..."

Thomas shook his head: "It's winter now, and the people in the village don't have much to do other than dig truffles. Miss, the most important things here are our barn, chicken coop and your vegetable garden."

Roland nodded: "Yes—"

The next snowfall will have little effect on villagers digging for truffles: markings where they were found last year will go a long way this year in guiding people to find the expensive delicacy again.

As Thomas said, they need to act quickly to prepare for the coming snowstorm: the barn and chicken coop need to be reinforced; the livestock need to be warmed up on a snowy night; In the kitchen storage room on the ground floor...

"Uncle Barry, you have experience, you will give orders later, and everyone will listen to you."

Thomas was even more excited when he heard Roland's entrustment. He nodded vigorously and said, "Miss, thank you for your trust...Thomas will do his best to serve you."

Before they had reached Longbourn, they ran into the Bennets' sharecropper, and stepped forward to help Thomas back to the house.

Roland hurriedly asked the tenant farmer to go to Longborn to deliver a letter, telling everyone about the heavy snow, so that everyone could be prepared.

In the afternoon, many villagers from Longborn came to Bennett's mansion to help.According to what Thomas said, they reinforced the barn and chicken coop, piled up piles of straw at the north wind vent, and then covered them with thick felt to keep the animals out of the wind.

The Miss Bennetts also helped.

The four sisters went to the warehouse on the top floor together, found all the old felts that were not used in previous years, and distributed them to the villagers of Longborn so that they could also take care of their own livestock.

Roland did not forget to remind the villagers who raised the "Three Yellow Chickens" not to forget to take good care of the breeders and chicks.

There is strength in numbers, and at night everything seems to be falling into place.

Roland was always restless, she always felt like she had forgotten something.

Before going to bed, Roland climbed on the window sill and listened, and sure enough: there was a strong north wind outside the window, and the windows were rattled.

She went to sleep with a restless mood, and she hadn't fallen asleep for a long time. She kept thinking over and over again the conversation with Wickham during the day, recalling the different positions between the two, and thinking about the impact of this sudden heavy snow on Longbourn. What effect does growing vegetables have on...

She tossed and turned for a long time, seemed to fall asleep in a daze, and seemed to be dreaming again-in the dream, she seemed to see Wickham coming to the Longbourn house in the morning:

Wickham reached out and patted the oak pillars of her greenhouse, smiled, and said, "Forget it, I won't remind you..."

Roland suddenly turned over from the bed and sat up - she knew she had missed something.

Barefoot, Roland jumped off the bed, moved over the candlestick, and held it up to the window.

It was pitch black outside the window, and nothing could be seen.The cold air kept pouring in through the cracks in the window, and Roland shivered suddenly.

The faint light of a candle in her hand illuminated the windowpane and, beyond it, the inches of snow that had piled up on the sill.

Roland couldn't care about anything else, put on a robe over his dressing gown, and rushed downstairs holding a candle.

As soon as she opened the door, the north wind immediately rolled towards her with snowflakes.The candle in her hand was immediately and silently extinguished.

It was a vast expanse of whiteness outside, and countless dense snowflakes in the sky were overwhelmingly rushing towards Roland.

Fortunately, there was still a lantern outside the door of the Longborn Mansion, which was half buried by the snow and still glowed orange-yellow.

Roland immediately picked up the lantern, rushed out, and came to the side of his greenhouse.

A thick layer of snow had already accumulated on the glass above the greenhouse, and Roland seemed to be able to hear the oak frame of the greenhouse creaking under pressure.

And at this moment, even if a piece of glass shatters and falls from above: the fragile flowers and vegetables in the entire greenhouse may not be able to survive this snowy night.

"Escalator, escalator...I need an escalator!"

Roland held up the lantern and shone it in all directions, desperately remembering where Thomas usually put the escalator for climbing.

She ran quickly to the barn, where she found the wooden ladder.

She didn't care to look back at her domestic animals, so she carried the wooden ladder with all her strength, and walked to the side of the greenhouse with one foot deep and one foot shallow. She opened the wooden ladder, hung the lantern on the escalator, and quickly climbed up the wooden ladder. Holding a broom in hand, he desperately swept off the thick layer of snow on the glass of the greenhouse.

There's still time, she can do it!