Grasp the farming script in the famous book

The conversation between Roland and Uncle Phillips did not go well.

Uncle Phillips really can’t figure it out: If the niece wants to save the son’s pocket money, it’s better to put it in a small jar, and you can count it every day and enjoy the fun of “counting money”—why bother to open a bank What about the account?

Roland also agrees with this idea. What could be better than having a wad of pounds hidden under your pillow?

—of course with a good fortune in her bank account.

After coming to this plane, Roland realized the importance of "wealth": it is a boring number, but it is also a business card, a stepping stone, and a direct measure of identity.

What's even more surprising is that once "wealth" is mentioned, there is almost no privacy in this plane:

Mr. Bennet has an income of £[-] a year;

Mrs. Bennet brought a dowry of four thousand pounds when she married;

The ladies of the Bennet family can only inherit five thousand pounds altogether...

This... feels like everyone in Meryton knows it all.

Since in this plane, marriages are all linked to property, Roland hopes that one day the Bennett sisters will also have "wealth certification" - the amount of total assets in the bank account is obviously better than a bundle of wealth under the pillow. Banknotes are more eligible.

If Uncle Phillips can't figure it out, he can't figure it out. Roland didn't intend to explain his plan to him.

On the pretext of just "finding out", she asked about the securities in passing:

Uncle Phillips answered very clearly: In this era, if a woman inherits securities, she can also hold them in her own name.

Roland was very satisfied with this answer: Since this is the case, after she creates wealth and exchanges it for securities, it can also be recorded in her own name.

As long as it is not recorded in the name of her old father, there is no need to worry about being inherited by distant relatives.

As for Uncle Phillips asking her why she was suddenly interested in these things, Roland smiled and replied casually: "What if I have a lot of money to buy lace and ribbons someday?"

Uncle Phillips: ...well, this is Lydia.

With the arrival of the truffle picking season, Roland developed the habit of "walking" in the woods every day.

During this period she occasionally met Mr. Bennett.

The old father asked Roland why he fell in love with walking.

Roland replied confidently: "You can grow taller by walking more. Maybe when I grow taller, my sisters will be able to take me to the prom!"

Mr. Bennett: ...well, this is Lydia.

Along with Roland, it was still her agent cat, Luna, who went out to act as a "truffle hunter" in the pine forest.

This black and white flower is now fully qualified for the work of "truffle hunter".

It looks like other domestic cats, lazy and slow.

But it walks on the thick humus soil in the forest, but with its keen sense of smell, it can smell the smell of mature truffles 20-30 cm underground.

After Luna was sure, Roland carefully poked the soil with a small shovel and dug out the truffles from the ground.

These truffles are black truffles and have an odd and strong smell.

Every time Roland dug up a piece of black truffle, she would backfill it with the "nutrient solution" she had made in advance with soaked pine needles and lime slurry, and make a small mark on the nearby pine trees.

Generally speaking, the growth of truffles will consume most of the nutrients in the nearby land, so within a year or two, such a site, although retaining the spores and hyphae of the truffles, cannot support the growth of new truffles in a short period of time .

The semi-artificial breeding concept for truffles in the 22nd century is to properly supplement nutrients at the place where the truffle is found, so that the spores left in the truffle can re-grow. After all, these environments are environments that truffles can adapt to, as long as they are given enough nutrients , they can regenerate.

Roland and Luna, one person and one cat, worked hard for two weeks and accumulated a small basket of black truffles.

The area where the two of them finished collecting was still only a corner of the Bennett family's woods.

Even Roland began to gradually feel that it would be a little difficult to finish harvesting the black truffle resources in the pine forest this season with just the two of them.

Black truffle is an annual fungus. If it is not picked in time this season, it will rot and disintegrate by itself.

However, she didn't expect to have a "truffle harvest" in the first year. How to use the truffle resources in her hands, Roland planned to see the reaction of the local market first.

When he went to Meryton again, Roland carried such a bag of truffles carefully wrapped in cotton cloth in his basket.

It was almost December, and the town of Meryton had put on a spontaneous fair.

The market here trades all kinds of local agricultural products: honey, cheese, oats, barley... The capons and guinea fowls that have been cleaned, the pigeons, turtledoves and partridges that have just been hunted, the cockroaches from the river. Bream, eel and trout...

In addition, there are various spices from overseas in the market: turmeric, cloves, nutmeg, bay leaf, saffron...

Although this is just an ordinary small market in Hertfordshire, it has a very rich variety of goods.

Roland made an appointment with the sisters to meet at the hat shop they frequented most, and he took Betty Barry, who was helping in the kitchen, to wander around the market.

Betty was now fully adjusted to her work in the kitchen, and was very grateful for the "mercy" of Little Miss, who had brought her to Meryton to "see the world".

Facing a dazzling array of products, Roland casually browsed while thinking:

She needed to find an opportunity to connect with potential truffle seekers.

Just as he was thinking, Roland suddenly heard someone asking:

"I heard that truffles were found near this town?"

She turned immediately in that direction.

Not far from her, a middle-aged man wearing a hat, riding boots, and carrying a cane was asking a stall owner.This middle-aged man is well-dressed and decent, but he looks like a shrewd philistine.

The stall owner had obviously heard about the "deed" of the Bennett family's discovery of the truffle, and replied a few words.

Roland heard him say the word "Longborn" in the distance.

Unexpectedly, the middle-aged man said loudly: "But according to the people here, it's not a truffle at all!"

Roland pursed his lips slightly, wanting to laugh.

The fact that Longborn produced "truffles" was all promoted by Sir Lucas - everyone spread rumors together, and they all put the prestigious name "truffles" on matsutake.But to describe it, it is still the set of "fried matsutake in butter" that Sir Lucas couldn't forget that day.

Who would have thought that there would be a serious person who recognized the real "truffle" and came to express his disbelief: "No, the people in your town must have made a mistake?"

The people in Meryton said: No, Sir Lucas was the one who had an audience with the king. If he said it was a truffle, it must be a truffle.

Middle-aged man: "Stop teasing me! Who of you has actually seen that kind of baby, please tell me, what color it is, what it smells like, and the texture of its cross-section... Can't tell?"

"You can't even say that, but you dare to claim that your town produces truffles?"

The middle-aged man raised his head proudly: "Don't be in this town, you want to partner up and coax foreign businessmen who have never seen the world!"

The middle-aged man said "a foreign businessman who has never seen the world", but the expression on his face was completely arrogant like "I have seen it" and "I understand everything".

The attitude of the middle-aged man completely angered everyone in the town.

But everyone is powerless to refute - what is a real truffle?They are not Sir Lucas, nor have they seen them!

The stall owners at the market, and the residents of Meryton who gradually gathered, all blushed, thinking about how to refute this aggressive foreign businessman.

"Sir Lucas, is Sir Lucas in town today?"

Some people wondered about the source of the news.

"The Bennetts...the Bennetts' carriage I just saw—"

Someone remembered the master of origin.

There was a great confusion and hurry to find "witnesses" to prove the honesty of the Merytonians.

At this time, a middle-aged businessman approached by a thirteen or fourteen-year-old girl held a handkerchief of fine linen in his hand, carefully put it in front of the businessman, and asked, "Is this what you mean?"

The little girl was dressed plainly, but she was clean and tidy, with a pure smile, giving a good impression.

When the middle-aged businessman saw what was in her hand, the arrogant face disappeared immediately, as if he had long forgotten what he had just accused the whole town of.

He asked cautiously, "Can I?"

The little girl nodded.The middle-aged businessman picked up a walnut-sized, black lump from the handkerchief, carefully put it on the tip of his nose, closed his eyes and smelled it carefully to identify the smell.

"This, this is really..."

Middle-aged businessman is excited.

"This appearance, this flavor...ah!"

This one is obviously out of words.

Everyone in Meryton breathed a sigh of relief:

"How about it? This time, we won't say that we are liars working together to deceive foreigners, will we?"

But in fact, many of them were quietly craned their necks, looking curiously at the things in the merchant's hands.

The middle-aged businessman took out a small silver knife, carefully cut open the black "walnut", and watched with fascination that the section of this thing had marble-like lines.

He closed his eyes again, sniffed the smell of this thing carefully, then opened his eyes with a look of fascination, and danced while holding the cut "black walnut".

"That's it, that's it!"

"Black winter truffles - a gift from creation, a diamond on the table!"

"It grows only on land kissed by God."

"Alba in Italy, Provence and Sarlat in France...Who would have thought that such treasures would also be produced in England."

The people of Meryton were so excited and excited when they saw the businessman holding a small "black walnut", they felt that there was no need to argue too much with him.

The businessman danced for a while, and finally remembered the business.

He turned to the kitchen helper of the Bennett family and asked patiently, "Little girl, how many truffles of this quality do you have? I want as many as you have."

Unexpectedly, this ordinary-looking young girl raised her eyebrows and said loudly:

"Our little lady said, please your boss... Please ask someone who is really in charge to speak up."