Grasp the farming script in the famous book

"Mom, thank you for visiting me!"

Opposite Roland, sat a middle-aged woman with blond hair, tall figure and a gaudy hat.

The hint given by the plane clearly told her: This is Miss Tanglar's mother, Mrs. Tanglar.

"Eugénie, why are you so polite with your mother?"

Madame Tanglars was very gentle with her daughter.

"Your father is also here. He just arrived at the school gate, but he ran to see the principal of the school."

Mrs. Tanglar sat in Roland's dormitory and looked around, as if she was not satisfied with everything.

"This dormitory is too old." She reached out to touch the armrest of the chair beside her.The chair is indeed old, the paint on the chair has faded a little, and it looks a little mottled.

"I asked your father to enroll you in a boarding school for girls in the suburbs of Paris, but he just said it was good."

Mrs. Tanglar talked about her husband with some disdain, "I'm afraid it's because the headmaster deposited all the money in your father's bank."

So, Monsieur Tanglar... is a banker?

Roland secretly guessed.

But the mother had already stood up and checked everything in the dormitory: the birch writing desk that was not flat enough, the muslin bed sheets were not made in India... The most unbearable thing was the green strip hanging on the window. Velvet curtains.

"Who ever saw moss hung on a window?"

Madame Dangral's assessment seemed harsh—though it was true.

"Is there anyone who brings you water and cleans the room?"

Roland: How do I know that?

But she always answered vaguely, please don't worry, mother.

"I will study hard and learn more skills."

Mrs. Tanglar immediately said angrily: "The child is talking stupid again."

"Eugénie, your family sent you to school, why did you learn how to make a living?"

"Girls really need to receive basic education. They need to learn language, music, painting, dance... It is better to learn a little philosophy. Only in this way can they understand what men are saying."

Roland: ...?

"I know, you've always wanted to be an artist."

Mrs. Tanglar's lively and beautiful eyes stared tenderly at her daughter's face.

"But women in our position, we don't need the ability to earn a living, what we need is the ability to add to the cake."

"Men will provide us with the capital to live comfortably. What we need is to learn how to spend all this money beautifully."

"Spent their money and made them happy."

Roland: ...

While she was silently amazed at this remark, Madame Danglars had handed her a box.

"Here are ten thousand franc notes, and perhaps a few guineas. Spend them."

"Girls need to be rich, so that they will have enough vision in the future to be able to climb up to a noble enough marriage partner."

Mrs. Tanglar stuffed the box into Roland's arms and got up to leave.

"Write to Mom when you're done with flowers. Don't forget to change the sheets and curtains. What do these look like?"

"By the way, little Albert said that he is going to travel far away in Europe. I sent a message to let him come here to see you before leaving France."

As she said that, Mrs. Tanglar had greeted the maid who had been guarding the door, she shook her head, and got up to leave the bedroom.

Roland hurriedly bid farewell to "mother", lowered his head and looked at the box in his hand in a daze.

Is she... rich?

Shake the box lightly, the box itself is quite heavy.She heard several gold crowns in the box clinking against each other.

Also, "little Albert"... who is this fellow?

This opening...is different from what she expected.

It was not long before she met Baron Danglars.

The banker is about 50 years old. Compared with him, his wife does not look like a father and daughter, but it makes people feel at least a generation away.

The Baron dressed "very richly."

He was wearing a shirt made to order at a tailor in the Champs-Elysées, with diamond-studded buttons and a red ribbon in the buttonhole.

The baron was also "rich" looking.

His eyes are flexible, and he is always looking at others shrewdly, as if he wants to pierce the secrets in their hearts.

His lips are so thin that he can break the other's heart when he speaks of ruthless rejection; but when he solicits business, he can talk endlessly, and put all the flattery he has known in his life on the other party's head.

It was in the principal's office that the Baron met his daughter.

In front of his daughter, he lavishly praised the success of the boarding school and praised the principal's ability to run the school, and batch after batch of students have been cultivated into noble and reserved ladies.

He repeatedly assured that the funds deposited by the school in Tanglar Bank are [-]% safe and will receive annual interest as agreed.

"Just seeing my own daughter studying with you gives you an idea of ​​how financially sound your school is."

Roland was listening, but felt that he heard a subtext:

She felt like a collateral, pledged by her parents to boarding school.In case something happens to my father's bank, the school can at least detain a student like her.

No wonder...

The principal was kind and knowledgeable, and left the father and daughter alone in his office to talk.

"How much did she pay you?"

When they met alone, the original warmth on Baron Tanglar's face disappeared instantly.He was as cold and rigid as he would be to a bank clerk.

"Ten thousand franc notes, and a few guineas."

Roland replied indifferently.She didn't expect to get fatherly love from such a person.

"The money is not yours."

"But... you take it first, don't listen to the baroness, don't waste money."

"The existence of property is to bring more property." Baron Danglars instilled her business experience in his daughter.

"If you can turn it into twelve thousand francs within a year. I will give you a diamond worth twenty thousand francs on your birthday, and let it shine brightly on your neckline."

A smile suddenly appeared on Roland's face: "So your depositors can know through your daughter's dress that you are always rich and have excellent credit, right?"

She answered very sharply.

Perhaps this Baron Tanglar who has no father-daughter relationship directly offended her, or maybe this is the original personality of her character-proud, sharp, and sharp-edged.

Unexpectedly, the father didn't care. He nodded and said, "Eugenie, it seems that you have studied here really well, and you have begun to have a business mind."

Roland had to hold back a smile and replied, "Thank you, Dad."

After leaving the principal's office, saying goodbye to the pair of "wonderful" parents, Roland returned to the dormitory.

The first thing she did was to get Luna a small dried fish.

"This place is not as convenient as the plane of pride. The kitchen is not our own. Just bear with it, and I will find a way for you." Roland comforted the little cat.

Roland did not find dried fish in the cafeteria, but found a chicken stand.She gave the cook a five-franc écu, and asked the cook to help cook the chicken rack thoroughly, then remove all the minced meat from the chicken rack, mash it into chicken paste, and serve it in a small plate. Then Roland took it back to the dormitory.

The cook's eyes widened when she saw the crown, and she patted her chest to promise that Roland would save all the chicken racks in the future.

Luna was not very satisfied.

She stood up, hugged Roland's calf with her limp limbs and complained: "Roland, please...my food really can't be this good anymore."

"The last time I came out of the arrogant plane, didn't I make enough jokes?"

In the previous plane, Luna was directly taken back from the plane by the producer because she was suspected of being a "spoiler".When Luna came out of the "transfer pod", she was surprised to find that all her clothes were "one size smaller" and couldn't fit.

Roland laughed every time he heard this joke, and now he was laughing unsteadily again. Under the strong protest of the kitten, he finally sat upright and replied: "Is it possible to have both delicious food and a good figure? You will always follow me from now on, and we will exercise and lose weight together. Can't you still enjoy the delicious food?"

Luna was right when she thought about it. Since then, Roland has had a small follower in the boarding school.

Boarding schools do, as Mrs. Tanglar said, teach everything a woman can use, the "icing on the cake".

Roland takes grammar, drawing, vocal and piano lessons every day.Classes are scheduled from morning to noon.

The girls enjoy a little refreshment in the cafeteria after class, and free time afterwards.They can read books, play the piano, ride horses, play chess according to their own interests...

There are also a few girls from poor families who need to learn female sex and cooking-boarding schools use them as free labor to compensate for the tuition and miscellaneous fees deducted from their parents.

Roland wants to go to Zhongtian every day. Even if he can't "Zhongtian", he can use the name of "gardening" to order flowers and vegetables... It's also good.

It's a pity that ideals are full, and reality is very skinny.

Once she put on gloves, took a small shovel, and was about to enter the small flower garden of the school; the dormitory teacher came in a hurry and stopped her and her cat: "Miss Tanglar, this is not you What should be done!"

"Just tell the gardener which rose you want, and the gardener will pick it for you—don't let those sharp thorns pierce your piano-playing hands!"

Roland: ...I'm really not that delicate!

But the dormitory manager was very insistent, thinking that a "status" lady like her should not touch such a "dangerous" job.

Roland's "Nakata" project turned out to be hopeless and had nowhere to start.

"Luna, let's go!"

Roland turned to greet her cat.

The host was surprised to see a petite and lovely "Black and White Flower", obediently following behind the master, and occasionally ran a few steps cheerfully, like a puppy who came out for a walk with the master.If you don't pay attention, you can't tell that it is a cat.

Probably rich ladies... should have such constant pets, right?

Whenever Roland walked through the piano room, she could hear the smooth and beautiful melody coming from there.

"It's Louise at practice."

Once Roland thought of Miss Louise de Amelie, he would immediately think of Miss Darcy from the previous plane.

Obviously, based on the principle of "making the best use of people", the producer moved "Miss Darcy" to a new plane, and after a little modification, it became "Miss de Amely".

Miss de Amely played the piano as well as Miss Darcy.The two of them have similar personalities, both shy, timid, and not confident enough.

In the last plane, Roland and Miss Darcy became close friends, and in this plane, Roland also has a spontaneous affection for Miss de Amelie.

She took Luna back and forth outside the piano room, enjoying the beautiful melody coming from the piano room.

Suddenly, the sound of the piano stopped abruptly.Immediately afterwards, several female voices rang out in the piano room.

"Louise, relying on the favor of the piano teacher, you occupy the piano room all day long and prevent others from practicing the piano?"

A loud boarding girl yelled in the piano room.

Roland frowned.

There are three piano rooms in the school, and there is also a piano in the music classroom for students to practice.Louise only occupied one piano room, and the others were vacant, but these female students went to accuse Miss de Amely-isn't this obviously a deliberate fault?

Thinking of Miss de Amely's soft personality, Roland immediately turned to greet her cat: "Go!"

One person and one cat quickly came to the piano room.

In the piano room, just as Roland expected, Miss de Amely was frightened and at a loss, and was quickly packing up all her piano scores.

The boarders who raised the "protest" did not stop there.

When Miss de Amely reluctantly tried to leave the piano room, two tall girls blocked her way.

"Louise, you seem to have forgotten something?"

"Heloise, I have already sewn the lace on your shawl. It is in my room. I... I will send it to your bedroom right away..."

"Helena, your little dress is more complicated, I need... more time..."

"So you haven't even finished my evening dress yet, and you're here to practice the piano!"

Miss de Amely lowered her head and murmured, "Yes, I'm sorry... I'm going to..."

"Louise," another tall girl stepped forward and said eccentrically, "thank you so much!"

"You could have told the headmaster that we were bullying you...instructing you, a poor poor student, to do this and that..."

Miss de Amely's tears were already streaming down her cheeks, but she could only nod her head and say, "No, I won't...you are...helping me, taking care of me..."

"Just know!" The tall girl suddenly stuffed a cloth bag into Miss de Amelie's hand, "I wore this for dinner last night, and there is a little sauce on the corner of the skirt, go and wash it off for me. Hurry up." One point, I will use it tomorrow."

"this is mine……"

"My... Hurry up, don't delay my business..."

At once six or seven pieces of work were thrown into Miss de Amely's hands again.

When leaving the piano room, the lady wanted to cry but had no tears—no one wanted to use this piano room at all.Those female students just couldn't see that she had time to practice piano.

Miss de Amely returned to her dormitory with the big and small bags in her hands.

Her dormitory is located in the attic. Although it is a single room, only the roof at the entrance is higher, so she can stand upright, and she can only bend over in other places.

The room is also very small, with a bed and a desk, there is almost no place to stay.

In Miss de Amely's bedroom, there are piles of "handwork" done for other ladies.

She even put a label on each piece, indicating which lady gave her the "task".

It's just that now there are six or seven more pieces, and she has to soak her hands in cold water to wash the clothes for her "classmates", and she has to fight at night, sewing and mending under the dim oil lamp. to adorn dresses at the request of...

As a poor and helpless boarding girl, Miss De Amely thinks that only in this way can she continue to stay in this school safely.

She sighed and didn't pay attention for a moment. Outside the open dormitory door, a tall and slender female boarder with long black hair stood proudly. She looked back and forth in her room for a while, and sighed softly. In one breath, he turned and left.

Not long after, the tall girl returned to the door of Miss de Amely's dormitory, accompanied by seven or eight school girls who worked in the school.

This slender and beautiful female boarding student is naturally Roland.

She brought people to the door of Miss de Amelie's bedroom, and gave a decisive order: "Send every piece of clothing and every package here to their owners 'as is'."

The female workers responded "Yes" in unison, and a short female worker entered the room, picked up the various clothes piled on the bed, and passed them to other people.

Miss de Amely was very surprised, and hurried to stop her: "No..."

"I haven't had time to clean this one yet..."

"I haven't finished this one yet..."

"Guys, as long as you return these things 'as they are' to their owners, the banknotes I gave you before, please take care of them."

Roland gave each of the female workers a five-franc note—too generous for an errand.

"okay!"

The office girls all felt that they had met the legendary "Miss Kuo", and they all became energetic.

Miss de Amely's room was empty in an instant.Only the female student was left standing in her dormitory in fear.

"The work I haven't finished... was sent back just like that, and they found it... What should I do?"

The female boarding students who like to take advantage of others and order others are angry.

"Did that little girl eat the heart of a bear? How dare she defy us?"

"Someone brought the clothes back yesterday. I thought they were all washed, but when I put them on, I found out that they were still dirty. What does that damn girl think, isn't she going to mess around here?"

"Come on, let's go 'see' her!"

"Yes, give her a good 'lesson'!"

A group of schoolgirls struggled up to the top floor.

They went to the top floor and found Miss de Amely's bedroom, but found it empty.Miss de Amely's scores of music, books, and study books, which had always been neatly stacked in the corners of the room, also disappeared.

The girls with big eyes and small eyes had no choice but to ask the dormitory teacher.

"Miss de Amely, she has moved away, to the second floor, and to a single room."

"what?"

A single bedroom on the second floor?

The boarding girls couldn't believe their ears.

It is the best dormitory in the whole school, every room is like a suite, there is a reception room outside, and the bedroom is inside.

"That little girl, is it really... rich?"