Grasp the farming script in the famous book

Miss Louise de Amelie came to Lina Village for the first time, and naturally felt that everything was new, and her eyes were not enough.

The female workers who went back to the village with them were all excited—they were talking about the match between Roland and Miss Porpora the day before yesterday.At that time, one or two of these female workers slipped into the vocal music classroom and were lucky enough to hear Roland's singing, and at the moment they were showing off to their companions vividly:

"Eugénie competed with that...Miss Paula, yes, the one who always ordered us to do things..."

The female worker who spoke could not remember the surname "Porpora" and could only refer to it by the latter half.

"We don't understand either, but we heard Madame Dupre complimenting Eugenie all the time."

"...Miss Paula is not convinced no matter what, and she won't listen to others who advise her not to compare..."

"Then let's compete—although I can't understand it, I can tell that Eugenie sings very steadily, and every note is as easy as puffing and porridge..."

This describes!

Roland laughed from the sidelines.

"And Miss Paula sang more and more strenuously, her face became more and more red, and I heard her voice trembling... suddenly!"

It seems that this female worker is well versed in the way of "telling stories", so she made a sudden turning point, and then turned around again.

"Suddenly, bang - there was a clear sound in the classroom, the goblet beside Eugenie, unexpectedly, unexpectedly..."

Roland turned his head helplessly and looked at Louise.

Louise had covered her mouth with her hands, trying not to laugh out loud.But her bright eyes with a crooked smile betrayed her good mood directly.

The other female workers are still urging:

"How about it……"

"That glass was shattered by Eugenie's singing!"

"Madame Dupre couldn't believe her eyes."

"She hurried up and hugged Eugenie, saying that she had never met such a genius—by the way, I saw her cry, really, Madame Dupre, can you believe it? A person like Madame Dupre, even I will cry too..."

Roland still blushed slightly when he recalled the situation that day.

She competed with Miss Porpora, and they sang from high c to high f.

Miss Polbora couldn't handle the high e, but Roland sang it easily, as if she could handle it with ease.

At the same time that Roland sang that bright high-pitched f, the tall glass that Louise sent to moisten her voice was shattered directly.

According to the legend, the soprano with bright and thick timbre can indeed break the glass—but that is probably an extreme coincidence. The frequency of the singer's voice happens to be the same as the frequency of the material of the glass, which resonates.

But in this plane, because of the "trustworthy" character of Miss Tanglar drawn by Roland, she actually possessed this magical ability, and shattered the glass while singing loudly.

Roland still remembered Madame Dupre's tears and Miss Popola's shocked face.

Without the reckless challenge of her opponents this time, I'm afraid she still wouldn't dare to fully trust her own abilities.

At this point, Roland finally began to believe: "Miss Tanglar" is extremely talented in music, and if she encounters opportunities in related fields in the future, she will definitely try it bravely.

Before Roland and the others entered Lina Village, there seemed to be a commotion.The men and women of the village hurried out to greet——

"Where did this come from, everyone's daughter?"

They regarded Roland and Louise as honored guests.

When they got closer, the villagers discovered:

"Oh, it's Eugenie."

"Tsk tsk tsk... This change of clothes makes it completely unrecognizable."

"Oh, let me say, Eugenie, how are you going to work when you're dressed like this?"

Louise opened her eyes wide, expressing that she couldn't believe it: "You guys... really let Eugenie work!"

Roland stood aside and smiled kindly.

After a moment, Louise also realized that she was wrong;

The villagers also immediately realized that they were too abrupt.

So everyone, like Roland, laughed out loud.

The atmosphere immediately became harmonious again, and Roland introduced Louise to everyone.

"My friends, show us your results!"

As soon as Roland mentioned the asparagus that had been planted, the villagers immediately became excited.

"Let's go ask Anna and the couple to go."

Ana's husband Gaspar was wounded in the war and lost most of his eyesight.

Recently, Anna always stays in the village to take care of her husband, and rarely appears in school.

Roland originally thought that Gaspar was feeling unwell, but unexpectedly, it was the couple who were taking care of the asparagus planted in the village.

For a moment, Anna supported Gaspar and came to Roland.

Roland immediately noticed that Gaspar's face was ruddy and his complexion seemed to be much better than when he met last time.

"Miss Eugenie, I have come to report to you about the asparagus."

Under the guidance of his wife, Gaspar turned to Roland.

It turned out that the asparagus planted in Lina Village had been entrusted to the Gaspar couple to take care of them.

The key to the village’s attempt to grow white asparagus this time is that the asparagus cannot see sunlight during the entire growth process.

This makes it difficult to know what's going on with the asparagus in the field.

Gaspar volunteered—he was nearly half-blind, but had a fine hand.

He and his wife, Anna, would go out in the early hours of the morning, and Anna took Gaspar to the edge of the asparagus field.

Gaspar reached out to the land, pushed aside the loose and breathable sand, checked the sprouting of the asparagus, measured the length of the new asparagus sprouts, and estimated how much soil to fill the ridge.

In addition, he can also smell the soil and judge whether the large asparagus field needs to be topdressed; once he finds a lump of clay that has hardened in the field, he will call his wife, and the two of them will squeeze the lump of clay together. Throw it into the soil basket and refill the ground with fluffy sand.

Listening to Gaspar's narration, Roland was both surprised and admired.

Gaspar is a disabled veteran. France has never provided any decent pension for people like him, but he is trying to stand up from the ruins of the past by his own efforts.

The biggest challenge of growing white asparagus is not being able to see the light.

Not seeing the light is not a problem at all for Gaspar.

Roland and Louise glanced at each other, and the two young girls stepped forward at the same time, and shook Gaspar's rough and chapped hands in turn.

"Sir, you are really admirable."

Gaspar was accompanied by Anna, and the husband and wife saluted Roland together.

"Miss Eugenie, you are the one we want to thank."

"I'm so stupid, I don't know what to say..."

Feeling a little ashamed, Gaspar turned his face slightly towards his wife.

Anna patted his hand encouragingly.

"I think, you are probably an angel sent by God to save me, a useless person..."

There were tears in the man's dull eyes at this moment.

Gaspar, who gradually lost his eyesight, once regarded himself as a useless person, relying on the care of his wife and fellow villagers, and could only spend his life in a hopeless life, a complete burden.

But who would have known that God gave them such an opportunity to make Gaspar realize that he could be of some use.

"From now on, I will live well..."

Gaspar didn't know whether he was expressing his gratitude to Roland or making a promise to his wife beside him.

"...Please do tell us how we can express our gratitude to you. Thank you for your selfless teaching of growing asparagus..."

Indeed, Roland taught the villagers of Lina Village unreservedly the techniques of growing asparagus, and came to check from time to time to ensure that there were no deviations.

"It's easy,"

Roland looked at the garlic, oregano leaves, and wild leeks planted in front of and behind the houses in the village, and said with a smile, "Give me some of the herbs you grow, and you will be grateful to me!"

Gaspar and Anna glanced at each other. Neither of the couple thought that what Roland wanted was such a "thank you".

"You take whatever you want, take whatever you want—"

As Anna said, she turned around and took down the whole hang of garlic hanging behind the door.

Roland only wanted a few heads.

"Get ready for our dinner."

She smiled and handed two heads of garlic to Louise. The latter opened a pair of pure big eyes, but didn't know what to say at all.

Their supper—wasn't the girls from the boarding school responsible for to-day's supper?

Roland went to pick fresh oregano leaves and wild leeks, and without any explanation, they were all handed over to Louise for safekeeping.

She herself went to chat with the villagers, from the harvest of the fields in the village to the nearby towns, markets and vineyards, and talked about everything.

As the sun went down, the women of the village took Roland and Louise back to the boarding school.

The atmosphere in the school was very strange, and the teachers all had straight faces.

Most of the female students were crying, and when they looked at each other, they showed expressions of mutual complaint.

Seeing Roland and Louise coming in, the resentful eyes turned into gloating expressions.The girls seem to be saying: Are you proud? ...So proud, isn't it the same as us, needing a hungry meal?

When Roland asked, something really happened.

Previously, the female students headed by Miss Porpora were forced to undertake various chores in the school because they lost the competition.

The one most blamed was, of course, Miss Popola.

She suddenly transformed from an invisible "leader" among the students to an object of everyone's blame—everyone thought she was the one who dragged everyone down, and no one could remember that everyone begged her to help everyone "Get ahead".

The labor that the female students are forced to undertake includes serving as kitchen helpers-let these young ladies cook, and the result can be imagined.

In the evening, the cook announced angrily that all the ingredients prepared in advance tonight had been ruined, and the only edible thing was bread.

School bread is fermented with flour mixed with wheat bran, and the taste is rough and unpalatable.If there is soup or sauce, it can barely swallow.Now that there is nothing, who wants to eat it empty-handed?

More than half of the people plan to starve all night, so forget it.

The female students even boasted that for the sake of their slim waist and figure, this arrangement is the best.

Roland looked at Louise.

Looking at that thin face and thin body, she shook her head repeatedly.

If you don't eat a meal, you're so hungry, what can you do if you don't eat?

She went around the kitchen and found only two onions.

She went to the cook again, and the cook brought out five or six eggs, and gave her a half-block of hard cheese and a stick of butter.

"That's it!"

Roland looked at the materials in front of him.

She asked Louise to help, and she worked together to clean the kitchen for a while, and then started cooking.

Roland first chopped the onion into very fine pieces, put them in a pan, added garlic and oregano leaves, sautéed them with butter until fragrant, then removed the pan from the stove, put three egg yolks in it, half a piece Shred the cheese, along with the melted butter, and give it a quick stir.

At this time, the kitchen was already filled with an indescribable aroma.

This aroma is overbearing enough to arouse the gluttons of the whole school.

Students suffering from hunger in silence: This...

In front of the astonished cook, Roland poured all the sauce made in the pan into a large basin, took two small spoonfuls from the small plate, and handed it to Louise: "This is our own. Spread the bread and eat."

One, two, three... The female students who smelled the fragrance gathered at the kitchen door, drooling uncontrollably, staring at the large bowl of fragrant sauce on the table.

Roland didn't give up.

She beat two eggs and the rest of the egg whites, and scrambled them with sliced ​​wild leeks to make two scrambled eggs.

It was even more bullying—her classmates, struggling with the allure of aioli and the aroma of scrambled eggs with wild leeks.

Roland put on a look of "what's all the fuss about this".

Louise took a tray, took two servings of scrambled eggs, torn pieces of bread, and a small dish of mayonnaise, and took them to the cafeteria.

Roland said behind his friend, "Louise, that's all we have to do tonight. Eat simple."

This is true, as much as you want to piss people off.

It took them only twenty or ten minutes to come back from the outside to cook such a decent dinner, and it made all the students in the school so hungry.

No matter how strong the female student is, she has to bow her head and come to ask the cook for a piece of bread, together with a piece of "mayonnaise", to settle a dinner.

The cook looked at the pot, only to realize that Roland had left her a portion of scrambled eggs with wild leeks.

She directly slid a piece of it with a spatula and brought it to her mouth to taste - the eggs are tender, the leeks are fragrant, and the seasoning is just right. It is not an expensive delicacy, but it is a comforting home-cooked dish.

The cook almost wanted to look up to the sky and sigh: If the girls in the school could cook with half of Eugenie's talent, today's kitchen...why is it like this, why is it like this!

A week later, Roland once again slipped to Lina Village under the pretext of "walking the cat".

In addition to checking the condition of the white asparagus, she also wanted to know what happened to the villagers who asked her to inquire.

As soon as he arrived in Lina Village, a lame old farmer came out with a stick, caught a glimpse of Roland, and said quickly:

"Miss Eugenie, you've come at just the right time. The owner of the vineyard you asked about last time said he was going to sell... No one would persuade you..."

On the plain beside the village of Lina, there is a vineyard with a winery attached.

In the early years, the production of this winery was not bad, and it produced a lot of fine wines, even a little famous in Paris.

At its peak value, the previous owner of the vineyard bought it.

Then came the era of "great turmoil".

During these years, the vineyards were neglected and the fruit rotted on the branches and neglected.Winemaking was thus interrupted.

After the restoration of the dynasty, people gradually regained their senses and began to resume the planting of grapes. They cleaned out the old vines one by one in the garden, fertilized and filled the soil, and hoped that the old vines would be revived.

Who knew that the vineyard never recovered.

The old owner is also getting old and passed away a few years ago.

The heir to the inheritance is the grandson of the old owner, who directly hands over the vineyard to the steward.

Every year when the grapes are harvested, the butler will still follow the usual practice and invite the villagers of Lina Village to help harvest and make wine.

But the vineyards no longer produce the superb wines they once did.

Even so, as a "necessity" on the French table, wine can barely be supported by vineyards.

But last year, a "mildew leaf disease" hit, and the old vines became withered and unable to bear fruit, let alone harvest and make wine.

It was funny to say that when the butler reported the news to the master, the young master remembered that there was such a vineyard.

So the other party decided to sell it.

But it is said that the owner's expectations are too high and the asking price is too high - no one is willing to take over a vineyard that cannot produce grapes.

"Would you like to take me there?"

Roland softly asked the lame old farmer in front of him.

The old farmer accused her of "not knowing how to farm" when he saw her.

Now, the lame farmer took off his hat and bowed respectfully to Roland.

"With pleasure, Mademoiselle Eugenie."

The old farmer walked unhappily with a cane.Roland didn't rush, just followed him slowly, occasionally passing through the sparse hedges and entering the vineyard to check the status of the old vines inside.

Growing grapes and making wine are also part of farming, which is one of Roland's specialties.

French wine is famous all over the world, and it pays a lot of attention - "terroir" is the "metaphysics" of wine.

Several major French wine producing regions: Bordeaux, Burgundy, Loire Valley... Most of them are famous wineries due to the combination of special soil quality and suitable grape varieties.

Their "terroir" has been talked about by wine lovers for centuries.

"Terroir" will not be easily changed due to war, but neglect of care may reduce the yield and quality of grapes.

After checking the condition of the old vines, Roland felt that the winery might still be saved.

The only thing that makes her feel uncertain is the current owner of the vineyard.

To be honest, she panicked for the other party - she bought when the price was the highest, but now she wants to sell when it is the worst.

No matter how you think about it, it is not a suitable business.

Roland thought to himself: If the other party is really sincere and wants to keep the vineyard going, she would be more than happy to give some advice.

After all, this vineyard can also provide part of the income for the villagers in the neighboring Lina Village, and entrusts the villagers with fond memories.

When we arrived at the lobby of the winery, many people had already gathered there.

Roland had sharp eyes, and could tell that there was a man in the crowd wearing the clothes of a government official, who looked like a notary—the owner of the garden was determined to sell it.

"As long as you are willing to take over this vineyard, from now on, you can dig up all the old vines and replant them."

"Or, you build villas, gardens, racetracks...the most fashionable buildings, you can build anything..."

It was the current owner of the vineyard who spoke, and he looked young and pleading.

In Roland's eyes, this guy is a very unworthy descendant.

This vineyard has a terroir that can't be met, and the success of the past has proved this.

This guy is now begging his grandpa to tell his grandma to ask others to dig up all the old grape vines that have accumulated over the years...

The lame old farmer was a step behind Roland.

He arrived just in time to hear the last two words of the young landowner.

Roland turned to look at him, and saw that he was angry at first;

In a blink of an eye, this anger turned into helplessness, followed by loneliness and sadness.

The fate of this vineyard is almost a replica of the people in Lina Village.

Although he was brilliant and vigorous when he was young, under the attack of the turbulent years, the old scene is inevitably bleak.

But hope should exist—

Seeing this, Roland secretly reached out and clenched his fist.

She made up her mind.