Grasp the farming script in the famous book

Roland believes that the last time he saw Wickham in Meryton was when Wickham was most "lower in intelligence" and "lower in value".

He asked for cooperation as soon as he came up, asking Roland to give him half of the proceeds from the "road toll right" in his hand, and once offered a thousand pounds in exchange——

Even if he thinks with his toes, it is impossible for Roland to agree to this kind of "cooperation".

Does Wickham really think she is so ignorant and credulous, or do the "Long Aotian" think deeply that women do not have the ability to hold securities?

But Wickham's "gaffe" seemed to be only temporary.

When she saw Wickham again for the second time, Wickham had returned to normal.

He never mentioned the "road toll right" again, as if that matter was a foregone conclusion and could not be changed, so he completely put it behind him and didn't think about it anymore.

"Miss Bennett, going to Brighton?"

Instead, Wickham tried to sell her "Brighton" as a "summer vacation plan".

"Brighton is a fine place. You'll love it, miss."

After Roland made it clear that he was not interested, Wickham continued to persuade him repeatedly.

"Dear Miss Bennett, Brighton has the best beach in this plane—"

He lowered his voice and leaned closer to Roland's ear: "Have you never swam since you arrived on this plane?"

Roland: Exactly.

In this plane, the sun, the sand, swimming briskly in the sea... sounds so far away.

"Brighton has a beach 1 specially provided for women, where you can wear swimsuits with long pants and long sleeves and swim in the sea..."

Wickham looked up and down Roland's tall and fit figure, and his eyes seemed to enjoy it.

"...you can't wear a bikini, but you can definitely go to the sea to enjoy the coolness."

Roland looked at Wickham amusedly: "Sir, are you the one who wants to go?"

She is telling this "competitor": "I'm sorry, I really don't have time, I can only stay in Longbourn in the summer. But I believe that even if you are alone in Brighton, you will definitely be able to do something good and win a position." Good feelings inside and out."

She hoped that Wickham could go to Brighton as soon as possible, otherwise she could go to America, but as far as possible, the farther the better.

Surprisingly, after Wickham, many people came forward to persuade Roland to go to Brighton.

They were all people who had nothing to do with Wickham: Aunt Phillips, some officer stationed at Meryton and his wife... even Kitty at last.

Kitty raised her head from among the piles of manuscripts on the table in the living room, looked at Roland and said, "Dear sister, we have worked so hard, shouldn't we go somewhere to relax in summer? I heard that Brighton is good, with sea... ..."

Roland could only answer her: "Let's decide after we finish the manuscript!"

For this reason, Roland complained about Brighton in front of Luna.

"Everyone says it's a good beach, but I just want to stay in Longbourn. What's the matter?"

The little cat suddenly exploded when he heard the words, jumped up with his back arched, and asked Roland in a sharp voice: "Brighton? Everyone wants to invite you to Brighton?"

The cute broker cat lost his mind when he asked: "Lan Lan, it's a pity... If only you had met Mr. Darcy last time, you would have asked him to help you win tickets."

Roland: "So you're saying... Could it be that my 'Must-Go Plot' will happen in Brighton?"

Luna raised her two little paws, covered her mouth and shook her head vigorously.

"No, Lan Lan, Brighton is just a process, not a result..."

After saying this, Luna lowered her two front paws, meowed and ran to drink water under the bed.

Roland kept staring at Luna, and wanted to ask her a few more questions.

Unexpectedly, the kitten meowed and drank the water, then jumped into Roland's arms and acted like a baby.Roland called it a few times, but it never replied.

This situation lasted for half an hour, when Roland suddenly thought of something, and stopped stroking the cat.

"Luna, you can't be..."

The consequence of the spoiler is to be expelled from the plane. Her manager will not...

The kitten in my arms: meow meow meow meow...

Roland: ...

Brighton is just the process, not the result?

--What does it mean?

However, the agent's departure from the plane has already become a fact, and Roland must persist in the plane no matter what.

Roland declined all offers to invite her to Brighton.

It just so happened that she was really short of resources, and the manuscript she promised to the publisher was about to be completed. After sorting it out from beginning to end, Roland and her sisters finally finalized the final draft.

After sorting out the sample manuscripts one by one, Roland planned to take a trip to London to meet the publisher, Mr. Skrtel.

The timing was not at all coincidental.

The day after the Bennett sisters finished writing, the Gardners came to Longbourne—they had originally agreed to take Elizabeth to the Lake District.Now the itinerary has changed, the destination has become closer, and it has become Peak District 2 in Derbyshire.

"What, niece is going to London again?"

Mr. Gardner was very surprised, and immediately discussed with his wife whether they should return immediately, and it would not be too late to wait for Roland to finish his business in London before going on vacation again.

"Thank you uncle, but you really don't have to bother me."

Roland hurriedly thanked his aunt and parents for their kindness, but the schedule of his aunt and parents had already been shortened once, so if we delay for her by two days, wouldn't it mean that there would be no more?

"I'll ask Uncle Phillips to take me there." Roland told his aunt and aunt.

She didn't forget to make a secret sign with Elizabeth: "Lizzie, don't forget to walk in front of someone..."

A certain gentleman's home, Pemberley Park, is in Derbyshire.

Elizabeth smiled slightly, then shook her head, and said, "Those were just temporary jokes. If I can really meet him in Derbyshire, I think we should be able to meet each other peacefully...Maybe we can become friends... "

Roland curled his lips, thinking: That gentleman expects more than just to be friends.

But it was a mutual choice between Elizabeth and Mr. Darcy, and unless the two of them agreed, the marriage would not be possible——

She can no longer worry about these, it is up to the client to work hard.

A week after Elizabeth and Gardner set off, Roland and Uncle Phillips went to London to visit the publisher, Mr. Skrtel.

The sample draft of her "Agricultural Book" had been sent to Mr. Skrtel in advance.She went to London this time specifically to listen to his opinions face to face and discuss publishing matters.

They set off with Mr Simon Fletcher.

The novice said he was going to London to visit his master.

Along the way, Mr. Phillips chatted with Mr. Fletcher occasionally.

The two happened to talk about Mr. Fletcher's resume, and Mr. Phillips asked in surprise: "So your teacher is so famous?"

Roland didn't know anything about Mr. Fletcher's resume before. She didn't hear until today that Mr. Fletcher actually studied under the previous Archbishop of Gloucester. This bishop is now the king's most important senior adviser.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Fletcher," Roland said in surprise, "we don't even know you..."

Mr. Phillips couldn't help feeling: "With your experience as a teacher, why should you go to a small village like Longborn to be an ordinary apprentice priest?"

"In fact, I went to Longborn to apply for the job at the request of my mentor."

Both Rowland and Uncle Phillips listened to Mr. Fletcher's detailed description in amazement: he came to Longbourn just to see the real situation in rural England, the development of agriculture, the burden of tenant farmers, literacy, road construction and urban development. The impact of globalization on the countryside...

"Miss Bennett, thank you for what you have done at Longbourne, which will be of great value to the rest of the English countryside."

Mr Fletcher said he was inspired by Longbourn.

"After meeting my mentor, I will mention to him the changes that have taken place in Longborn in the past few years, and I will also detail your various initiatives to him... You are really a very creative woman."

"Don't dare to be—"

Roland blushed slightly: she is actually just... good at farming.

"I hope to see you again in the near future!"

When parting, Mr. Fletcher took off his hat and solemnly saluted Roland.

After saying goodbye to Mr. Fletcher, Uncle Phillips took Roland to stay overnight on Cheapside Street.The day Roland went to visit the publisher was the next day.

It just so happened that Uncle Phillips needed to visit some clients in London that day, so Roland made an appointment with him to meet at Cheapside Street in the evening and return to Hertfordshire together.

Arriving at the bookstore on Charing Cross Road, the person who answered the door was not the staff Roland had seen last time, but an elderly woman.

This lady looks benevolent, with a bookish temperament, and she speaks eloquently.She introduced herself as her husband's surname Yang Ge, and she just came to work for the publisher not long ago, please take care of Roland.

Roland: This Mrs. Young seems quite suitable for the bookstore job.

After arriving at the store, Mrs. Young immediately welcomed her into the reception room behind the bookstore.There, Roland waited uneasily while slowly sipping the tea Mrs. Young had made.

She didn't know how the publisher would decide the fate of the manuscript.

If it was only the fruit of her own labor, Roland might not be so nervous.

However, this manuscript has brought together everyone's hard work:

Kitty contracted all the illustrations in this book, and each illustration was drawn by her in the fields and vegetable gardens according to the real objects;

Mary undertook the polishing of all the manuscripts, and also helped Roland write the preface and epilogue, and proofread all the text, notes and indexes;

Elizabeth had already started to help Roland check spelling in Hunsford County and gave her a lot of advice;

Jane didn't seem to do anything on the surface, but this eldest sister took care of all the housework properly, and didn't let the younger sisters have the slightest worry...

But now, Roland only felt slightly sweaty palms: she didn't want everyone's hard work to go to waste, and she didn't want to see everyone's disappointed eyes when she returned to Longborn.

With a cough, Mr. Skrtel appeared at the door of the reception room.

What the publisher was holding in his hand was the manuscript she sent earlier, and the pink ribbon Roland used to tie the manuscript had already been removed, folded into a stack, and pinned to the outer packaging of the manuscript.

Mr. Skrtel sat down and skillfully opened the shell to reveal the thick stack of manuscripts. He raised his head and faced Roland:

"Miss Bennett, I have read all your manuscripts. I still have an important question about this book—"

"Last time we mentioned the question of whether farming methods are proven."

"Now I do see some evidence provided in the manuscript - are these data real?"

"True! Completely true!" Roland nodded quickly.

The data are all from the fields and vegetable gardens in Longborn.In addition to Roland's own habit of recording data, the sharecroppers in Longborn undertook a lot of data collection.

The children who followed Mr. Fletcher to learn reading, writing and arithmetic had a "useful place", and they could directly "use what they learned" from the trainee priests to calculate and record various information on the field.

"This means... there is still a small part of your manuscript that has not been verified in time, right?" Mr. Skrtel continued gently.

Roland's heart sank instantly.

This is impossible: all farming methods are proven, but some are verified outside the plane. In this plane, she has not had enough time to complete the experiment on her own field.

"Indeed... I hope you can understand, time is limited..."

Roland calmed down and let her speak calmly and orderly:

"Most of the farming methods contained in the book have been verified, and the result data are attached to the manuscript; there are still some that have not been completed, we have indexed other agricultural books that can be used for reference, and can be found in those books. Find something to back it up."

"And this part of the verification data that has not been completed only needs another year, or even only one quarter, to be completed..."

"Actually, I have a suggestion."

Mr. Skrtel interrupted her leisurely.

"After all, it is impossible for my publishing house to publish an incomplete book..."

Roland secretly lighted the wax for himself in his heart, and said in his heart: It's broken, the publisher probably wants to postpone the publication.

Unexpectedly, Mr. Skrtel continued with a smile: "My suggestion is to take out all your verification data separately and make an attached booklet. The booklet can be published regularly like a magazine."

"And your 'Agricultural Book' with detailed explanations and rich pictures and texts can be used as a guiding book and published as soon as possible."

"is this real?"

The unexpected answer from the publisher made Roland jump up from his seat.

"of course it's true."

"You...you trust me so much..."

Roland still felt a little uneasy.

"Of course I trust you. You were recommended by Mr. Fletcher. He described all your 'magic' to me in detail in his letter."

"The agricultural experiments you've done on your own fields have been such a huge success."

Mr. Skrtel put his right hand on Roland's stack of manuscripts, and smiled gently: "In fact, there are many people in England who urgently need this kind of books..."

Roland understood what the publisher meant, and smiled.

"It takes a certain amount of time for the book to be published and printed. I think that by the time this book is published, you will have obtained more verification data. You can then sell it as an attachment and together with the original book."

"With the passage of time and your accumulation, I think, before the original book is republished, you still have the opportunity to complete five to six data verification..."

"You mean, there is a possibility that this book will be republished?"

Roland opened his eyes wide, put his hands on the oak table in the reception room, and looked eagerly at the publisher.

The sisters have thought hard, invested countless time and energy, and jointly completed this manuscript, and there is still the possibility of being published once, twice, three times....

"Of course, Miss Bennett, I beg you to trust my vision as a publisher."

"I still say that, in England, there are quite a lot of people who need this kind of books."

Now that the publisher has said this, Roland can no longer doubt the other party's decision.

She quickly apologized for her "little gaffe" and sat down again.

Then there is a series of procedures for authorizing the publisher to publish the manuscript and signing various documents.

"Very good," Mr. Skrtel praised her, "I seem to feel that you are a veteran in the publishing industry."

"My uncle, Mr. Phillips, is a lawyer. He described the publishing process and various precautions to me."

"No wonder." Mr. Skrtel also felt that the cooperation with Roland was very smooth.

"Please wait in this reception room for a while. I still have some business to deal with. After about an hour, I will bring you all the signed documents and agreements."

"Don't you think the wait is too long?" asked Mr. Skrtell graciously.

"How come?" Roland turned his head to look at the bookshelves piled high on the four walls. "In this reception room of yours, why do you feel that time is hard?"

This was the best compliment to the publisher. Mr. Skrtel immediately smiled happily, saluted Roland solemnly, and then got up to leave.

After the publisher left, Mrs. Young came in, served Roland freshly brewed black tea and some refreshments, and then turned and went out.

In the huge living room, only Roland was left alone.

She got up and was about to go to the bookshelf to pick up a book to read, and found that she happened to be standing in front of a whole row of bookshelves with the manufacturer's mark.

The bookshelves are full of "masterpieces" from different eras.Roland has heard of his name for a long time, but he has no chance to know Jing.

Roland smiled softly: I don't know if the producer took this opportunity to let her "tutor" the content of many famous works.

She picked up the black tea presented by Mrs. Younger, took a sip, then reached for a book on the bookshelf, and opened the title page——

But she seems to have opened a flowing painting, opened a real plane, in this plane, the characters acted one after another, and staged these lifelike "stories".

Time seemed to stop passing silently.

Roland was like a girl who was exposed to a love story for the first time. After opening these books, she couldn't stop at all.Holding these books in her hands, she read down one after another.

No one bothered her, she finished one book and immediately started reading the next one.

In the process, she was completely unaware that she had been concentrating for too long, and she hadn't noticed that the publisher, Mr. Skrtel, hadn't appeared at all during this long time...

Accompanying her are only vivid characters and touching stories.

Mrs. Young pushed open the door of the reception room and saw the situation in the room.

With a reserved and proud smile on her face, the educated woman stepped forward to put away the half-drunk black tea on the table and replaced it with the other half.

When Mr. Skrtel returned to the reception room, he couldn't help staring at the empty room in a daze.

Next day an urgent letter went from London to Longbourn.

Immediately afterwards, the letter was hurriedly sent to the town of Langton in Derbyshire, and sent to the small hotel where the Gardners and Elizabeth were temporarily staying.

Elizabeth jumped up immediately after reading the letter, and hurried out to find Mr. and Mrs. Gardner—just met Mr. Darcy who came to the hotel to invite her.

"Something happened to my little sister, Lydia..."

Elizabeth's voice trembled and she couldn't calm down at all.Even with the comfort of Mr. Darcy, Elizabeth still couldn't believe what she saw, and it took a long time to say this sentence.