Grasp the farming script in the famous book

To Roland, who lived in the 22nd century, the communication method of "Express" sounded like beacon fire, wolf smoke, and carrier pigeon... It seemed to be the same kind of thing.

Roland, who was used to real-time communication outside the plane, really couldn't appreciate the curiosity and excitement of people in the plane for new technologies.

Fortunately, she had stayed in the arrogant plane long enough before and wrote many letters.

I heard that urgent news can be transmitted from any express station in any corner of France to Paris within an hour-Roland finally blinked and nodded, expressing that she understood how important the way the information is transmitted.

The construction of the express station had nothing to do with her.

But by coincidence, Roland bought her piece of land used as a vegetable plantation, which happened to include the ancient Monlerita.

However, Monterrey Tower is the best place to set up an express station.

The Ministry of the Interior found Roland through the relationship of Baron Tanglar and made this request to her.

"You didn't intend to demolish the tower, did you?"

"Assuming that we rent this tower, we will pay you a thousand francs a year as a rent. Please allow us to set up the express station in the Monterrey Tower."

Roland looked at the three-story tower, and saw that the side of the ancient tower was covered with ivy, and the green leaves were dotted with sweet-scented osmanthus and violets.

She turned, nodded to the Home Office official in charge of the "Express" project, and said, "I agree."

"However, does the dispatcher have to live here and wait for the dispatch signal every day?"

The official smiled: "Miss Baroness, it seems that you are quite good at these things."

"Indeed, there will be a messenger stationed here."

Roland rolled his eyes and said, "Then... I hope the Ministry of the Interior can send a dispatcher with a better temper, who is willing to help me take care of the flowers and plants here in my spare time."

The officials of the Ministry of Internal Affairs only asked Roland to nod in agreement, and everything else was negotiable, so he agreed immediately.

So the express station was built quickly.

A dispatcher in his 50s is based in Monlerita—a gardener, to be exact, and works part-time as a dispatcher.

The part-time expressman's surname was Pino, and Roland met him and talked about his views on land and production.

The two met each other late at first, and each discovered that the other had great experience in gardening.

But soon, the two discovered that their research directions were very different:

Roland is good at farming and can manage stretches of vineyards and long asparagus fields;

And Mr. Pino is good at gardening. He trims the branches of the two nectarine trees next to the Montelerita, and fills the small garden downstairs with myrtle, rose and geranium...

In his spare time, he will also plant strawberries and raspberries, but the fruits he produces are counted by "pieces". In addition to letting Mr. Pinault try something new for himself, he can occasionally buy a local chubby dormouse.After this point, the small garden yields zero.

While Mr. Pinault was running the garden, Roland's vineyard had another bumper harvest.

The fine wine in the oak barrels of the previous year was taken out, bottled, and part of it was sent to the wine market in Paris, where it was immediately popular.It's a pity that the new wine can't be sold at a high price, and can only be sold as a table wine with better quality.

On the contrary, many wine dealers are very interested in the next production of Roland Chateau, and have placed deposits to reserve the next year's production of the winery.

Roland agreed to everything, and asked the accountant of the winery to help her make a list of buyers.

After the list was made, when Roland went to look at it, he found the words "Thomson and Fren Import and Export Co., Ltd." in it.

Roland couldn't help but raised the corners of his mouth and smiled, thinking: I hope the British gentleman who refuses to speak French feels that he has not misjudged her potential.

She spent more than a year stabilizing the operation of the vineyard and developing the vegetable plantation business; she also found suitable people to manage the two industries.

—It's time to go back to Paris.

At the same time, under the pressure of Mrs. Tanglar, the girls' boarding school officially announced that Roland could graduate.

As the "female piano teacher" Miss Louise de Amelie, who is "inseparable from Meng, never from defocus" with Roland, can also "graduate" smoothly-this is announced by the piano teacher with tears in her eyes.

Roland weighed it in his heart, knowing that Louise's standard was already quite high, to the point where she could go to the stage to show her skills.

It's just that the concert hall in Paris is really daunting for a girl like Louise who has no money and no name.It was impossible for Louise to make it to the stage in Paris on her own, without any introduction.

Therefore, Roland persuaded Louise to go to Paris with him, as his piano teacher, and first settle in the residence of Baron Tanglar.

At the same time she sent a letter to Madame Tanglars expressing her opinion.

As far as Madame Tanglars was concerned, as long as her own daughter stopped farming "like a village girl" in the countryside far from Paris, she would promise anything.

"But Eugenie, are you sure she can be your piano teacher?"

Mrs. Tanglar wrote in the letter.

"If you need a female companion, just tell me, there is no shortage of such a person in the family. But how can your classmates be your piano teacher?"

After reading the letter, Roland silently put it away.

She turned her face away, smiled and said to Louise, "What are you still doing? My mother has promised to invite you to Paris."

A startled smile suddenly appeared on Louise's white and tender face. She was both happy and unbelievable. After Roland confirmed again and again, she flew to the next door to pack her luggage like a little swallow bathed in the spring breeze. went.

Roland wasn't worried at all about Madam Tanglar's place.

Getting Louise's talent to be recognized by Parisian theaters, concert halls and audiences was a small challenge.

Miss Popola graduated at the same time as Roland and the others.

Since that "no fight, no acquaintance" match, Miss Popola has become good friends with Roland and Louise.When parting, it is natural to have a hard time.

"Dear friends, I have a relative who introduced me to the Royal Opera Company."

Roland and Louise: ...

The two of them showed expressions of "envy, jealousy and hatred" in due course.

Miss Popola smiled wryly: "Although the name is 'Royal Opera Company', it is not actually 'Royal'."

The "July Dynasty" is a strange dynasty. In the king's parliament, no longer the big nobles, but big landlords, big bankers, industrial and commercial tycoons... The royal power is controlled by the cabinet, without the cabinet and members of parliament. Support, the king is nothing.

The "Royal" Opera Troupe only bears the title of "Royal" and becomes a self-financing business organization. The owner is said to be several chaebol partners.

"Heloise, when will you be able to perform on stage?" Roland asked Miss Polpora, "My family lives on Mont Blanc Street, please send us a letter then, and we will go to the Opera House to cheer for you."

This time it was Miss Polpora's turn to feel embarrassed, and said, "With my qualifications, I was lucky enough to get into the opera house, and I definitely started as a trick. Don't take it too seriously..."

The other two ladies laughed and said, no matter if it is a character or a protagonist, there will always be a first time.They'll go to the theater anyway.

Miss Popola could only laugh hard, and then she laughed and cried.

Louise's eyes were also red, and she held the other's hand and refused to let go.

Roland had no choice but to comfort the two silly girls who suddenly started feeling sad: "It's not like we won't see each other again after going to Paris..."

The mansion of Baron Tanglars is located on the rue Mont Blanc in Paris.

Mrs. Tanglar liked horses, so the Tanglar mansion had a huge stable.The servants are busy coming and going in the mansion, serving the three "masters".

Roland did not expect that she would encounter this situation at home:

After she had settled down in her own mansion, she was led into Madame Tanglar's small drawing room.

There, she saw not the Tanglars, but Mrs. Tanglars, and a gentleman named Lucien Debray.

Debray is a tall, blond young man with a pale complexion, well-dressed, and a monocle of tortoiseshell glasses. When he saw Roland coming in, he immediately retreated for half a step, but his eyes were closely sizing her up behind the monocle——

"Eugénie, come and meet my mother's good friend!"

"He was the Home Secretary's private secretary, and your grandfather's favorite student."

As soon as Mrs. Tanglar said "good friend", Roland immediately understood the relationship between the man and woman in front of him.

Mrs. Tanglar and Debray also looked at each other clearly: they both saw that Roland had understood this relationship.

But Roland had to be speechless at the fact that the man and woman in front of them were so open at home.

Obviously, the elegant and chic small living room in front of me is not in the same style as the other rooms in Tanglar's mansion, and it belongs to Mrs. Tanglar's own private domain.

And Mr. Debray lingered as at ease as a host, quite the guest of Madame Danglars.

"Mr. Debray," Roland nodded slightly to the young man opposite him.

This is the best embodiment of Miss Tanglar's arrogant personality - she looks down on Mrs. Tanglar's behavior, and by the way, she also looks down on Debray's... who takes advantage of others.

"Eugénie, you are too rude." Madam Tanglar feigned anger.

"Ma'am, on the contrary, I think Miss Tanglar is very artistic, and she deserves to be a talented student who graduated from a prestigious school."

Mr. Debray politely helped Roland out.

It's a pity that Roland didn't win much favor.

He mentioned the "artist", and Mrs. Tanglar finally remembered the "female companion" that Roland brought back.

"Eugénie, has that Mademoiselle de Amelie whom you mentioned in your letter arrived?"

Roland nodded: "I've already placed her next door to my bedroom."

"Mom, is the piano and sound practice room that I requested in the letter...have you got it? I've looked all over the wing of my bedroom, but I can't find it."

Mrs. Tanglar frowned: "Piano and practice room... Do you really want to use your home as a rehearsal hall for a Grand Opera House?"

Roland nodded: "That's exactly what I mean."

She caught a glimpse of the piano in Mrs. Tanglar's living room—the piano had a beautiful inlaid case, and she walked over to it, gently opened the lid, and ran her fingers lightly on the ivory-like keys.

"Mother, Mr. Debray, I would like to ask Louise to play a piece for the two of you, and then let the two of you make up your mind, okay?"

Madame Tanglar was surprised, but finally nodded.

Debray showed a flattered expression: What Roland said was - "two", this is... an acceptance of the relationship between him and Mrs. Tanglar?

Roland: It's going to rain, my mother is going to get married, what can I do?

As soon as she got home and had a face-to-face meeting, she knew very well that the Tanglars were a "make do" couple; the Tanglars were a "loose" "cooperative" family.

She didn't know what Baron Tanglar's love life was like. Anyway, her mother obviously had an unusual "friendship" with Mr. Debray.

Now she can't figure out whether the noble families in this plane are all such "cooperatives", so she has no intention of morally judging anyone—she just wants to carry on with her plan in Paris as it is.

So the shy Louise was invited out, and in front of Mrs. Tanglars and Debray, she didn't even dare to lift her head, and she couldn't speak a word in a murmur.

Madame Tanglar's eyes widened: ...that's how I can teach the piano.

But when Louise sat in front of the small wood-inlaid piano, and the soft and moving piano sound flowed out from under her fingers, the expressions of Madame Tanglar and Debray gradually changed.

The way they looked at Louise was no longer the same.

The sound of the piano seems to be able to directly touch and soothe their hearts.

Louise was playing a folk tune from the Belgian region, depicting a fairly simple scene - the first meeting of a man and a woman.

Gradually, Mrs. Tanglar's face became less snobbish, her expression turned soft, and her eyes became more and more distant and blurred; With a smile on her lips and a moving light in her eyes, she seemed to see a lover she hadn't seen for a long time.

At this moment, she is not at all the noble lady condescending to marry, the baroness who is married again—she is a canary trapped in this cage, trying to break through the shackles of this mansion at any time;

But if she really breaks through, she will immediately become a helpless weak willow.After all, only wealth, power, status, and men are her nourishment...

Mrs. Tanglar was thinking, melancholy, and confused, and even completely forgot that this was just a piano piece with beautiful chords.

On the other hand, Mr. Debray seemed to have suddenly discovered the value of a female pianist—he frowned, looking at the thin female pianist with his back turned to him, as if he was weighing whether she might provide some benefits for his career .

After a song is played, the lingering sound lingers around the beam.

Louise slowly withdrew her hands. At this moment, her thin body and her mediocre face seemed to radiate holy light from the inside out.

In an instant, the light disappeared again.

Louise was again the shy, timid governess who did not even dare to raise her head in front of her master.Roland nodded, and she hurriedly exited through the small door in the corner of the living room.

Mr. Debray nodded to Roland, which seemed to mean: this investment is worth it.

Mrs. Tanglar was immersed in her emotions and couldn't recover for a long time.

She stood there in a daze, with her arms folded, her face blushing—she seemed to be no longer a baroness, but a young girl with a spring in her heart, a red apricot who quietly leaned out of the wall...

It's just a piece of music, a piece of music, but it has such power.

For a moment, Roland didn't know whether to praise Louise's expressiveness, or Madam Tanglar's sensibility.

In the evening, Madame Tanglar dined with Roland.

Only the two of them—whether her husband, Baron Tanglars, or her new favorite, Mr. Debray, were rejected by Mrs. Tanglars.

Roland finished his meal with the strictest dining etiquette in front of his mother.

She put down the napkin, relaxed her stiff back a little, and raised her chin proudly and turned to Madame Tanglar——

She was trying to prove to her mother that studying in a boarding school for girls in the past few years was no nonsense.

She can hold a pottery cup and earthen plate and sit on the ridge of the field to eat side by side with the farmers; she can also walk into the palace of the king with her head held high, and enjoy the feast of the palace with the most perfect posture.

Mrs. Tanglar smiled like a spring flower, looked her daughter up and down, and praised her repeatedly.

"Good! Very well, Eugenie, indeed my daughter."

"I'm going to show off to the whole Parisian society that my daughter is such a wonderful baby."

Roland turned his head indifferently: the social world in Paris has nothing to do with her.

Madame Tanglar was slightly embarrassed, and then remembered another matter.

"By the way, Eugenie, have you ever had a letter from little Albert?"

Roland nodded slightly.

She had had a letter from Vicomte Albert de Morcerf.There are not many, and the above is nothing more than reporting the itinerary, and bragging about how popular they are.

The most recent letter was when he first arrived in Italy, a few months ago, and there was no news after that.

"you……"

Mrs. Tanglar hesitated to speak, as if this topic was a bit awkward.

"Are you satisfied with Albert?"

Roland proudly shook his head.

The look on her face showed that she would never be satisfied with any man in the world.

Madame Tanglar did not show much regret on her face.

"Eugénie, I think you need to know about the relationship between our two families."

"Your father, a fellow countryman with the Count de Morcerf, began his career at the same time as he served in the Spanish field."

"The Baron Danglars became a banker, and the Comte de Morcerf was a successful general and statesman. So the two families always thought that a marriage was appropriate, uniting two families with their own strengths. "

"But there is one thing. Although the Count de Morcerf tried his best to facilitate this marriage, the Countess does not seem to be enthusiastic about it."

Roland's expression remained unchanged, but he quietly raised his ears: Hey, there is such a thing?

"That countess who got used to the sea breeze when she was young..."

When Mrs. Tanglar mentioned this, a teasing smile rose from the corner of her mouth.

"If Albert is not a very good marriage partner, do you think, M. Lucien de Bray... you can accept it?"

Thunder.

Boom, boom, boom.

Roland tried his best to keep her expression unchanged, and even glanced at Mrs. Tanglar even more indifferently and contemptuously.

——Can you still make me more fragile?

Let your daughter marry your lover?

What is this guy thinking?

"Mr. Debray has a future, but he is still struggling with qualifications. He also knows what a powerful wife family means to him, so he...will not interfere with you."

Mrs. Tanglar hinted very vaguely that in the future, her daughter could also form a "cooperative" family when she got married.

At this point, it is really inappropriate for the conversation between mother and daughter to continue.

During these embarrassing moments, Roland often chooses to believe in her original "personality", and believes that this proud and self-respecting Miss Tanglar can handle the situation well in her own way.

Then, Mrs. Tanglar saw her daughter, like an insulted queen, standing up slowly while holding the table, throwing the napkin in front of her, with a haughty expression, her lips curled up, and she turned and left the restaurant 1.

Madame Danglars shook her head and said in a low voice: "It seems that no one can tame this arrogant little wild horse."