Grasp the farming script in the famous book

Roland is small and weak, and in a short period of time, he only swept a small piece of the greenhouse roof.

The snow seemed to be falling faster than she could sweep it away, and she had just cleared a small piece of glass, which was immediately covered with another layer of snow.

Roland seemed to be able to hear the oak frame of the entire greenhouse being creaked and creaked.

She was startled suddenly: now she was no longer worried about a piece of glass breaking suddenly, but she began to worry that the frame of the whole greenhouse could not bear the weight of the snow, and thus collapsed.

When ordering greenhouse materials from a construction company, the other company did calculate the span and pressure of the greenhouse, but no one thought that there would be a snowstorm.

But Roland couldn't stop, she never knew the word "admit defeat" - all she could do was to do everything possible to save it.

Even if she may still face immeasurable losses and setbacks, it must be after she has done her best.

The wind and snow fell on Roland's hair, face and eyelashes. The snowflakes melted because of the heat on her body, but in a blink of an eye they froze when they met the cold, and her hair became hard.

Her arms were sore and weak, and she hardly had the strength to swing the broom in her hand anymore.The snow has been relentlessly underground.

What's worse, she is alone, but there are two greenhouses.

Suddenly, a question came from behind: "Miss?"

Roland wiped the sweat off his forehead with his hand. Looking back, he saw Mrs. Hill holding a candlestick in her hand, standing in a daze inside the door of the mansion.

"Miss, just wait, I'm going to call someone for help right now?"

Mrs. Hill's eyes were shocked, and she turned her head and ran away. The sound of footsteps came from the house, and the long-silent Longborn Mansion began to hear people's voices.

At this moment, some lights appeared on the road leading to Longborn Village. At first, they were not obvious enough, but after a while, the lights became brighter and the voices became clearer and clearer.

"It's Miss—"

Someone shouted: "Everyone, go and help!"

Immediately, more than a dozen people held torches and lanterns and rushed towards this side together.

"My father said that there are several wooden pillars of suitable length piled up behind the barn to support the greenhouse." The girl's voice was very clear, it was Betty's voice.

"Betty!"

Roland felt that even his voice was trembling.

She didn't expect, really didn't—

When she was most helpless, there were so many Longborn villagers rushing here against the wind and snow to lend her a helping hand.

After Betty arrived, she immediately opened the thick curtain hanging on the greenhouse door, and hung the lantern on the door.Then he hurried to help Roland off the bed, and said loudly, "Miss, please rest for a while, let us help."

How could Roland be able to relax easily?She turned around and entered the greenhouse: she knew the weakest stress points in the entire greenhouse structure, and the corresponding ground had just reserved recesses, which could just instruct the villagers to support the wooden pillars used for reinforcement on those fulcrums superior.

It was too late, but soon, several villagers had found a suitable wooden post from behind the barn as Betty said, and carried them carefully into the greenhouse.

"Miss, what are you still doing here? How dangerous is it?"

Roland shook his head and said with a smile, "Because you are here, it's not dangerous anymore."

"That's not right!" After being praised by her like this, several villagers immediately puffed up their chests proudly.

According to Roland's instructions, they set up the wooden pillars used for temporary support to withstand the oak frame of the greenhouse.

At the same time, more villagers arrived from their own escalators.They set up wooden ladders around the greenhouse, and hurriedly began to clear the snow from the glass on the surface of the greenhouse.

The servants at Longbourne Hall were all at this time coming out to help, and the bedrooms of the Bennets and the sisters were lighted.

There are many people and strong strength. In about two hours, the structures of the two greenhouses were strengthened, and all the snow that had accumulated on the surfaces of the greenhouses overnight was cleaned up.

During this period, Roland repeatedly confirmed to the villagers of Longborn: "Is everyone's house safe? Does it matter if there is a lot of snow?"

"Don't worry, little miss, we have a lot of experience in this kind of thing, and we have left someone to look after us."

They also checked the barn to make sure everything was okay.

At this time, the wind and snow finally faded away, and the sky began to light up—it was almost dawn.

"Quick! Come in, everyone!" Mrs. Hill greeted in front of the mansion.

"Mr. and Mrs. Bennet invite everyone to come in and drink a cup of hot ginger tea to warm up and try some of Mrs. Cook's best muffins."

"Okay!"

In front of the Longborn mansion, there was a burst of cheers.

These most ordinary farmers in the British countryside walked into the neat mansion wearing shoes soaked in mud and snow.

They originally wanted to deliberately bypass the exquisite carpet on the ground and stand on the wooden floor beside them, but they were stopped by Mr. Bennett who came out and welcomed them all into the living room: "Welcome, my friends!"

He shook hands with these sharecroppers one by one, said with a smile: "You deserve my most sincere thanks."

The fireplace in the living room was already burning, and the room was filled with the spicy smell of ginger tea.The cook directly brought a whole cauldron of ginger tea into the house, and Miss Jane was personally scooping ginger tea into teacups one by one and handing them to the tenant farmers one by one.

Roland had just made a head start in the living room when Elizabeth stopped him.

"Hurry up and change your clothes, and then come here and drink ginger tea!" Elizabeth took a towel, wrapped it around Roland's head, and wiped Roland's wet hair in an instant.

"Otherwise I'd think you were thinking of Mrs. Foden's Chicken Soup with Matsutake."

Roland laughed with a "puchi".

Earlier, she really almost lost hope, thinking that her previous efforts would be in vain, and her career would start when she went backwards... She was even ready to start all over again——

At this time, the problems were all solved, and she felt very happy immediately.

But Elizabeth continued to rub Roland's little head with a towel, flattened her mouth, and pretended to be angry: "Little sister, oh little sister, I always talk like sisters, how come this time? , but you only know that one person ran out...you should call everyone, and everyone will help you..."

Roland thought to himself: Isn't it?

Elizabeth gave her a light push on the shoulder, and Roland hurried back to his room to change his clothes. After getting dressed, he came down to thank the tenant farmers who came to help.

"How did you think the greenhouse might be dangerous?" Roland asked the sharecroppers.

The sharecroppers laughed together, and one of them said quickly, "That fellow Thomas remembered it."

Thomas Barry himself did not come in person. It is estimated that his old cold legs had an attack and he was recuperating at home.

His daughter, Betty, stood by the fireplace, her hands stretched out to cook.The young girl shyly said: "My father blamed himself. He said that when it snowed heavily, he had to sweep the roof quickly. Everyone knew this truth, but why did he forget that the little lady's greenhouse... is actually a house."

"Dad is inconvenient to move around, so let me call everyone."

That's why the villagers of Longborn showed up when Roland needed them most.

"Little Miss' Greenhouse is so important to us—"

A tenant farmer added: "Because of your greenhouse, we have grown a season of vegetables. It's almost Christmas and we can still earn more money."

"Yeah, not only vegetables, but also truffles, and matsutake..."

Mr. Bennet was now standing by the fire, watching them all.Roland suddenly remembered that the old father was still completely unaware of the arrangement between her and the tenant, so he quickly winked at the tenant who was talking.

The tenant farmer who was talking suddenly realized that something was wrong, and immediately fell silent, looking at Mr. Bennett, unable to speak a word.

Mr. Bennett winked slyly at the group and said: "My little girl, please don't mention it in front of me, will you?"

"It's okay, you can talk freely in my house." The old man said.

Roland: This is bad.

"Mr. Bennett, in fact, we really appreciate you very, very much..."

The tenant farmer who spoke earlier paused, and finally mustered up the courage to say what he had always wanted to say.

"It is our good fortune to live in Longbourn," joined the others, looking at Mr. Bennet very earnestly.

They are all telling the truth: since last year, everyone's life has visibly improved.

Originally, the life of the tenant farmers was completely dependent on God. In a good year with good weather and good weather, everyone can have a good meal. Once there is a rain, snow and drought, Mr. Bennett will have to owe the land rent.

But since the young lady found truffles in the red pine forest last year, they realized that they don’t need to rely on the field’s production for their lives. They can pick pine mushrooms to find truffles, raise fine-bred poultry, and grow out-of-season vegetables...

The little lady even promised them that next spring she would teach them new methods of crop rotation and interplanting.

Coupled with the arrival of Mr. Fletcher, the family of tenant farmers, old and young, began to learn to read and write gradually, and many tenant farmers are now able to sign their own names.

They all think they are great!

In the final analysis, it was due to the kindness of Mr. Bennett.

At the moment in Longborn's drawing room, the tenants are looking at Mr. Bennet "affectionately", as if their eyes cannot express a ten thousandth of their gratitude.

Mr. Bennet, being a gentleman, was ashamed at this time to allow the sharecroppers to continue to be so grateful.

He quickly shook his hand and said, "Okay, okay, I know everyone's thoughts, everyone, there is no need to say any more, please drink some ginger tea to drive away the cold."

After the old gentleman finished speaking, he turned around helplessly and glanced at his little daughter.

Roland also took a big sip of ginger tea. At this moment, the warmth was flowing and spreading in her whole body.

She is recovering from the frustration she experienced earlier.

Yes, that's right, frustration-this frustration already existed when Wickham appeared in Netherfield Manor earlier, and it became more obvious when he learned that Wickham was also a "player".

She was accumulating slowly, pound by pound, at Longbourn, while others were building up in America with ease.

Sure enough, the most depressing thing in life is to compare yourself with stronger people.

This frustration reached its peak when Roland found out that he had "negligently" reinforced the greenhouse.When she fought against the wind and snow like a trapped animal, she was actually trying to vent.

But all these depressions and losses began to dissipate when there were lights around her, and the moment someone reached out to her to help her.

Her dedication has paid off.The tenant farmers in front of me, the satisfied smiles on their faces, the help they gave her when she was in crisis...these are all intangible rewards that cannot be measured by money.

Roland instantly felt that he had regained his original intention——

In this plane, the biggest difference between her and Wickham should be that she worked hard to obtain wealth, but not all for herself.

She does not pursue absolute wealth, but hopes to bring happiness to those around her.

So she didn't need to compare her own wealth with Wickham's dizzying wealth at all.

What she wants most is actually that the people around her are as happy as she is.

When Roland caught Mr. Bennett's secretly reproachful and loving eyes, he couldn't help showing a bright smile to his father.

Outside the window, the morning sun rose, shining brightly on the snow-capped fields and into the living room of Longbourn House.

The auspicious snow heralds a good year, and Roland is very sure: in the coming year, Longborn will have more income.

"Fuck, is this really Wickham?"

When the scene at the Netherfield ball was played out, the audience outside the plane exploded.

"Why do gamblers and liars always look so handsome?...It's not fair!"

"Don't look at Wickham with old eyes. Since he is a player who has entered the plane, maybe Wickham has changed his mind and stopped gambling and lying?"

"That's right, hasn't he already made money in America and become an industrialist? In this season's arrogant plane, he got the script of the salted fish turning around and the villain's whitewashing."

"But the producer didn't release all of his experience in America... I have reservations about Wickham. The character's personality is set there, and there is no way to make people fully trust it."

"I'm going to ask if there are any fans of Wickham's career..."

"Don't ask, what kind of script is this for a salted fish to turn around? This is the success of a villain, right? Wickham and Bentley have become good friends and run on Darcy together... Oh, what did my eyes see? My Little hearts can't take it... oh my dear Darcy!"

"Ah, my filter for Bentley has also disappeared... Dare to stab a friend in the ribs, it means stabbing a friend in the ribs!"

"Did Lydia keep Darcy? . . . If I remember correctly, she was a contestant too?"

"So, this season's Pride Plane, the contestants have their own plans. Wickham wants to attack Elizabeth, and Lydia wants to attack Darcy?"

"No, no, no," Roland's fans stood up and said the truth, "Our Lan Lan is not interested in capturing the hero, she knows nothing but farming."

"Indeed, she seems to be matching the hero and heroine."

"Ah, I'm comfortable again—"

"Come on, bring me the Netherfield prom-style sandwich snack set I just ordered!"

"..."

However, there is an unwritten rule in the "Plane of Famous Works" - the first private communication between contestants, the audience can see their movements and demeanor, but cannot hear what they are saying.

"Ah, damn it...it was the same last time, when Lydia and Charlotte met, they discussed something, Charlotte retired within two days...it's a reality show, so it should be presented to the audience Well, what’s the point of forcing codes?”

But soon everyone saw Wickham stretch out his hand, as if by magic, a gold necklace fell from between his fingers in front of Roland——

"Hahaha……"

Immediately, the screen was filled with "haha" typed in by the audience, and there should be laughter in front of the screen.

"...No, isn't Wickham's style so ancient?"

"There have been so many players from 'Arrogant Plane', and no one has ever been so 'dominant'."

"I have a relative who works as a planner in the 'Plane of Overlords'. I'll ask if there are any 'refugees' from the 'Plane of Overlords' who have come to the 'Plane of Famous Books' recently."

Soon Wickham found the ruby ​​pendant that Roland had "returned" from his pocket, and put everything back in an embarrassing manner.

So the audience collectively filled their brains with lines such as "Woman, you have successfully caught my attention". Roland and Wickham's unhappiness broke up, which was expected by everyone.

"I don't remember if you don't tell me, Lydia will elope with Wickham in the future, right?!"

"Yes...it seems to be true, every season is performed like this."

"Lighting the wax for this season's players, the 'farming player' elopes with the 'overlord refugee', this..."

"No, no, no," Roland's fans reiterated, "Our Lan Lan will not elope, she can't walk when she sees the fields... What are you running for?"

"That's right. So far, Miss Sister has been working hard in farming, and her career is overwhelming. As long as she can persevere, I am willing to vote for her—"

"Count me in too."

"1!"

"The crack in the wall asks for more delicious food! I haven't seen the 'Meridon White Sliced ​​Chicken' and 'Meridon Chicken Rice' mentioned last time, so beg me!"

"..."

Roland didn't know anything about discussions outside the plane. Her good mood lasted for a long time, but was broken by a letter from Netherfield.

The letter was from Miss Bingley to Jane.She wrote to inform Jane that their family had gone to London with Mr. Darcy.If nothing else, will be there for Christmas.

It turned out that although Bingley did not stay with Wickham after the ball at Netherfield, there was still a rift among former friends.Darcy set off for London early the next morning.

And Wickham had stayed at Haye Manor.

Together, Miss Bingley and her brother felt that it was not worth the candle to offend Darcy for Wickham's sake.Compared with the overseas assets of six or seven thousand pounds a year and the local wealth of ten thousand pounds a year, it is obvious that Mr. Darcy has the upper hand.

So two hours after Darcy's departure, the Bingley family also packed up and set off for London, leaving Netherfield Manor behind and handing it over to the housekeeper.

Miss Bingley's letter had been specially ordered by the housekeeper to be sent to Longbourn a day later.In the letter, Miss Bingley apologized to Jane for leaving in such a hurry that she didn't even have a chance to say goodbye——

In fact, Miss Bingley had given special orders to the housekeeper not to post the letter until the day after their departure.So Netherfield's servants waited until today to deliver the letter to Longborn along the snow-covered road.

In the letter, Miss Bingley did not forget to triumphantly mention that their family would meet Miss Darcy in London, and hinted in every possible way that Miss Darcy would soon become a "member" of their family.

When Jane read the letter, she was naturally sad.

After hearing the truth from Elizabeth, Roland couldn't help but sneer at Miss Bingley's "argument".

They hadn't seen Darcy guarding the calf that night: Mr. Darcy seemed to have mistook Roland for Miss Darcy.

After the ball incident, is Miss Darcy still able to marry a fool like Mr. Bingley? ——Roland thought to himself: She planted the carrots upside down.