Grasp the farming script in the famous book

"Thomson and Fren Import and Export Co., Ltd." is a company that Roland worked with in the previous plane.

That company bought the truffles produced in the pine forest of Bennett's family, and gave Roland the first pot of gold and various conveniences.Seeing the company's carriage again now, Rolandon felt kind.

Holding the long skirt in both hands, she ran forward in a hurry, guessing in her heart whether a well-dressed, shrewd and philistine butler would come out of the carriage again.

The coachman stopped the horse, the carriage in front of him stopped, and the black door opened. Roland first saw a pair of long legs in purple cloth trousers, which were tightly tied with trousers of the same fabric to avoid trousers. Bounce directly onto the knee 1.

Roland quickly stopped - she realized that this was not someone she knew.

Then, a tall man with messy blond hair came out of the carriage.

He was wearing a blue coat with the coat open to reveal an off-white fleece vest, and he was probably between 50 and [-] years old.

He was dressed like an old-fashioned English gentleman, but his eyes were unpredictable and strong, and he didn't look like a businessman at all.

However, Roland inexplicably felt that his expression was full of vicissitudes, which did not match his age - as if he had been in this plane for many, many years.

"Excuse me, miss, I don't speak French."

The man spoke in English with a northern accent.

This reminded Roland of his life on the previous plane, and his heart was full of nostalgia.

"But you can speak French, I can understand it." The man raised his chin and said proudly.

Roland also naturally switched the language to English.

She rushed over to salute and said, "It's okay, my English can barely be regarded as aura."

The other party nodded and said, "My surname is Wilmo. I came here to inquire about a winery."

Roland also nodded and said, "As you can see, this is a winery."

Mr. Wilmore made a "hmm" and said, "You may find it abrupt, but I just came to the door directly. But the company I acquired has been engaged in North-South food and beverage trading activities-according to the company's records , it bought a good wine from a certain winery here more than 20 years ago."

"It's a very British drink - man, that doesn't sound like a compliment. But it did bring the company a nice profit."

"In the past ten years, because of the instability of the situation on both sides of the Taiwan Strait, I think the two sides of this business have lost contact with each other. It was only recently that I bought this company."

"I am a man who has been away from my native land, living a life of solitude and solitude, wandering about the continent of Europe."

"But this does not hinder my pursuit of profit and my desire for money."

"Since they think they need it, I'll come and visit them."

After speaking, the Englishman bent down to salute Roland.

Roland thought for a while and said, "Mr. Wilmore, please sit down in the winery."

Since she was here for business and was a "credible" merchant she had cooperated with, she naturally needed to greet the people who came here for the sake of the winery's future.

The place where the carriage was parked was still some distance away from the lobby of the winery.Roland led the way, and the gentleman from England followed her silently.

"What are they doing?"

Suddenly, Mr. Wilmore asked a question.

Roland turned his head and saw the English gentleman pointing at the workers walking among the rows of old grape vines.

"They're spraying a chemical that keeps the grapes from getting leaf mold."

"Oh?"

"The grapes here suffer from a fungal disease called 'mildew leaf disease'. The workers in the vineyard are spraying pesticides to ensure that the grape leaves will not rot and can bear fruit smoothly."

The Englishman immediately said: "I passed many vineyards on the way here, and they also have the same problem. Miss, would you mind if I ask about the formula of this potion? Or I should raise this question to the owner of the vineyard."

Roland smiled: "My surname is Tanglar, and I am the owner of the garden."

When she said that her surname was "Danglar", she turned her face to look at the workers spraying medicine in the vineyard, so she didn't notice a dark cloud passing over the face of the English gentleman beside her.

"As for the formula of the potion... I don't mind at all."

"In fact, I have left the formula of this potion to the pharmacist in the town. The owner of the neighboring vineyard can come to the town and ask, and the same potion can be prepared for use."

Roland turned his face again and looked at the gentleman beside him.

Her answer was so unexpected that the British were stunned.

"Aren't you worried... After they also suppressed the grape mold leaf disease, they produced wonderful wines to compete with your winery?"

Roland smiled, shook his head and said, "I'm not worried at all. On the contrary, I hope everyone can cure the grapes."

Pointing to the Montleri Tower standing on the plain in the distance, she said: "Twenty years ago, everyone knew that the Montleri Plain was a place where good wine was produced, and merchants were willing to come here to buy wine. The city of Paris People are also willing to buy the wine produced in Montley.”

"After so many years of turmoil, most of the wineries in Monterrey have had a rough fate, and many vineyards have suffered from mildew."

"When it comes to Monlerie, people probably only know Monlerita, but not the good wine it produces."

"Even if my winery can regroup and produce good wine again and send it to Paris, it will be alone. When people ask, they will only say that it is a small unknown winery."

"Well……"

Mr. Wilmore seemed to be beginning to understand what Roland meant.

"For a winery to produce good wine, in addition to the excellent 'terroir', it also needs the diligence in serving the grapes, the precision of winemaking techniques, the right time, the right location, and the harmony of people...all of which are indispensable."

"The use of medicines to prevent disease is just the most insignificant of these factors. Why should I care about such a trivial matter?"

After Roland made such an explanation, the British finally nodded reservedly, as if they agreed with her statement.

"Miss, you are very good at speaking." The other party commented.

Roland also realized that he simply closed his mouth, raised his head, and introduced the British into the winery.

In the winery, the medal that won the gold medal at the Paris Wine Expo in the past is now framed in a picture frame, covered with a glass cover, and placed in the most conspicuous position.

The British looked at the medals for a while, then slowly asked Roland:

"Miss, how much old wine is stored in oak barrels in your winery?"

Roland shook his head: "Not yet."

"No?!" Mr. Wilmore asked loudly in surprise, "how can I believe that your winery can produce good wine?"

Roland was very calm, nodded, and told everything that happened in the winery during the past period, including how the young owner sold the winery to her regardless, and how she went from In the nutcracker left by the other party, they found clues to the "No. [-]" wine cellar, and then found the story of many bottles of vintage wine.

Mr. Wilmore listened intently.

When Roland said that she had found clues in the map and found an archway behind the wall of the wine cellar, the gentleman's eyes seemed to be strange, and there seemed to be lights in his eyes.

Roland finished telling the story in one breath, and then took out a bottle of fine wine she found in "No. [-]" and handed it to the British: "This bottle is the 'treasure' I found."

When the British heard the word "treasure", they couldn't help raising the corners of their mouths with a slight smile.

"I've traveled the world and heard all kinds of legends about 'treasure'. I'm familiar with where the word 'treasure' comes from - the Bedouin's treasure was an oasis, the North American gold digger's treasure was buried below the surface Gold mines, where the Vikings called their lovers 'treasures' 2...and you, Miss Tanglar, I must say, how lovely your treasures are!"

"Yes!"

Roland laughed at the long speech.

"It proves that my hard work pays off."

"Even if such an effort requires continuous effort for 20, 30 years?"

The Englishman's piercing dark brown eyes were staring intently at Roland.

Roland smiled: "Indeed, that's why people need such proof."

She handed the bottle to Mr. Wilmore, "This bottle is for you."

"However, it doesn't take 20 or 30 years at all, but only two or three years... I can brew a good wine comparable to it."

For Roland, who comes from the 22nd century, winemaking is a science rather than a metaphysics.

What the old garden owner can do is to brew perfection through time.

But she can accelerate the process of pursuing perfection through technology.

"Oh?"

Seeing her so confident, Mr. Wilmore raised his eyebrows suspiciously.

"Two years, three years... Let alone a young lady like you, any vineyard owner would not be able to make a recovering winery produce gold medal wines."

"If I bet against you, would you dare?"

"Bet on whether you can brew a good wine that can win the gold medal in the exposition within three years."

Roland met the eyes of the British: "Why don't you dare? Your condition is..."

"If you can produce good wine with the same quality as 30 years ago, I will give you another winery of the same size."

"But if you can't, give the winery your hands."

Such riches, such gambles—

Who is this person in front of me?

The Englishman was not polite at all, and there was even a little bit of sharp metal friction in his voice, which made people feel a little uncomfortable.

Unexpectedly, in this kind of matter, Roland is an outlier, naturally courageous.

"Okay, if you want to bet, I will continue."

"I've never been afraid of farming before."

"However, let me tell you what I said before, when the time comes, you have to give me a winery that is relatively close to here, lest it is too far away for me to take care of it."

"You really……"

The British stared closely at Roland with his black eyes full of vicissitudes. After watching for a long time, he suddenly laughed.

A smile quickly spread from the corner of his mouth, and the suspicion and tense hostility instantly disappeared, replaced by self-deprecating, laughing at himself, to compete with others for no reason... Especially, with such a young girl in front of him.

"Miss, please forgive me for making such an ungentlemanly request."

"But it's really a joke."

The Englishman took off his hat and bowed deeply to her.

"I will never deny that you impress me."

"So I beg you, when your winery becomes famous in the future and the supply exceeds demand, please be a little flexible so that my company can be honored to be at the top of your customer list."

Roland looked at Mr. Wilmore in surprise.

She also couldn't understand why the person in front of her changed her mind in an instant.

But she felt something: the Englishman in front of her seemed to be testing her.

Is it testing her ability, or is she testing the personality of the winery owner who is the least like a winery owner?

Roland still gave the bottle of "treasure" to Mr. Wilmore.

"This is for you."

Mr. Wilmore still had that reserved expression: "I can pay..."

Roland immediately raised the corner of his mouth: "I gave it to you because...you don't seem like someone who often receives gifts."

Wilmo was obviously shocked a little when he heard this.

He took a step back and bowed to Roland, probably feeling Roland's sincerity and kindness.

"If you like it, please keep the address of the winery. I can guarantee that after a few years, such fine wine will definitely reappear in the Paris Expo."

When the two parties were about to say goodbye amicably, there was sudden movement outside the winery.

"Eugénie, Eugenie..."

A young man's voice shouted.

"My dear lady, it looks like you have a visitor."

A smile curled up at the corner of the Englishman's mouth.

Roland: Who is this... so loud and rude.

A worker from a winery came in to inform the people outside.

"There's a young man outside who says he's here to see you."

"He said his name was Vicomte Albert de Morcerf."

The British also heard the name "Vicomte de Morcerf".

Roland didn't notice him. If she paid attention, she could see the Englishman's pupils dilated involuntarily.

"Looks like I've interrupted your meeting with old friends. See you, dear lady—"

The Englishman said his farewell very briefly, turned around and left, not wanting to stay at all.

The "yelling" Viscount de Morcerf rushed in at this moment, passed the British merchants, and opened his arms to Roland: "Eugénie—"

Roland held out his hand to him proudly and coldly.

The viscount abruptly retracted his outstretched arms and protruding lips, and finally took Roland's little hand, and kissed it lightly on the back.

"Did you come to see me before the departure of 'Grand Tour' 3?"

Roland remembered Madame Tanglar's reminder.

And the prompt that appeared in front of her also explained this point: "Viscount Albert de Morcerf, the only son of Count de Morcerf. marriage."

Unexpectedly, the young Viscount shook his head happily and denied: "No, I have already been to Switzerland and Bavaria. Now I am rushing to the south, and then I will go to the Mediterranean coast, Spain and Italy. I happened to pass by here and remembered that you are studying here..."

I dare say this didn't come here specially to see her.

— so honest.

Albert did not know at all that he had already received this kind of evaluation, which was not so much admiration, from the heart of the girl in front of him.

He talked about his plan endlessly: "It will take at least two or three years to go to those places. I plan to go around in Marseille first. After all, my father and mother grew up there..."

"...then to Spain, and after that Italy..."

"...God, I hope I have enough money around me by then..."

"Eugénie, does your banker father have a semicolon in Rome?"

Before Roland could answer, the young guy continued to speak at a jaw-dropping speed:

"Oh, I finally got a chance to get out of the hellish weather in Paris and enjoy the endless sunshine in the south!"

"O charming countesses of Genoa, Florence, and Naples, here I come!"

Roland: ... what?

"Eugénie, tell me, how many romances can I have in Italy?"

Roland really wanted to ask the other party if there was something wrong with his brain.

Maybe... Albert himself didn't know that his parents had a marriage arrangement for the two of them?Are they just good childhood friends?

——That makes sense.

"Don't be like that, Eugenie, I know what you're thinking." Albert's eyes almost curled up with a smile, "When I return to Paris, my parents will naturally arrange your marriage, so you and I don't have to worry about it."

Roland was sweating on the back of his head.

So... Albert ran to his "fiancée" and asked her to guess how many affairs he would have in the future?

"But before that, it's natural to enjoy some sex in the hot weather in the south, so that I can also have the capital to brag in the salons in Paris, right?"

"certainly--"

Roland has basically seen that this is a fool in front of her. She faced Albert and answered with a smile.

"I wish you good luck in Italy, good fortune... Or simply buy a property in Florence, pick a castle in the mountains of Tuscany and buy it, invite your mistresses there, have a lively drink Feast, enjoy wine, have a dance..."

"Master Viscount, believe in yourself, you can do it!"

"Eugénie, don't be like this..."

Albert still did not know how he had offended dear Eugenie.

He obviously just passed by here, but he deliberately interrupted his trip to go to the boarding school to inquire. When he heard that she was at the winery, he came to the winery to see her.

"Eugénie, I really don't understand your temper..."

The young man stretched out his hand, hooked his fingers and tugged at the hair on his sideburns. It was a short flowing hair cut by the best barber in Paris. After going to the south, he didn't know if he could keep this hairstyle...

When we first met, the little girl was sneering and sarcastic in front of her—Albert really didn't understand.

——If you want to buy a castle in the mountains of Tuscany, you can only do it if you marry her.

In Albert's mind, Miss Tanglar was like a beautiful gold mine.

As for him, he had already been made a viscount at a young age, and he had a bright future, so he would naturally be able to give his wife a glorious position in the future.

After marrying a wife, he should try his best to maintain his loyalty to his wife according to God's instructions, unless he encounters a temptation that is really irresistible... But before marrying a wife, especially during the "Grand Tour"... why did Eugenie laugh at his longing for The "romantic"?

The meeting of the two young people was definitely not joyful, but thanks to the restraint of both parties, it ended politely in the end.

Roland regarded Albert's faux pas as the fact that people's understanding of "politeness" is different due to the different times.

She can almost believe that this must be a pure and innocent "original character" - there will not be any player so stupid that he will use such a disrespectful attitude to offend all the female audiences.

Albert, on the other hand, blamed Roland's faux pas on the recent girls' school education——

"I don't know what girls' schools are teaching today. This society really doesn't need more goddesses of war and victory. Look at Eugenie's current appearance. She is indestructible even on the battlefield!"

"What I want is, the Venus of Milo, the Venus of Capua... If it doesn't work, Juliet of Verona will do too!"

Thinking of the "beauties" he longed to meet, Albert immediately forgot about his fiancée Miss Tanglar.