Grasp the farming script in the famous book

"Benedetto, Caderousse?"

Roland repeated these two names, but Andrea's beautiful face appeared in front of his eyes.

She suddenly remembered what Mrs. Tanglar said——

"He was introduced to Parisian society by the Count of Monte Cristo. The Count knew his family well."

If "Andrea" = "Benedetto" and "Benedetto" = "a fugitive and wanted convict", then what is the role of the count in the whole thing?

Will this be the earl's vengeance again after the "public debt incident"?

Roland: It's too complicated, I don't want to think about it, just find a chance, meet the earl, and ask him face to face.

The opportunity came soon.

Madame Tanglars held a small buffet at the Tanglars mansion in the Rue Mont Blanc, inviting only a limited number of acquaintances, with the aim of bringing Viscount Andrea Cavalcanti Introduced to her friends in Paris.

The Count of Monte Cristo was naturally also invited.

Although the number of guests is limited, Andrea is still a rising star in people's eyes.

His outstanding appearance, good manners, and pleasing attitude, as well as the legendary multi-million fortune, immediately made the guests fall in love with him.

Politicians and newspaper reporters chatted with him about politics, bankers asked him to discuss speculative business, women with artistic temperament pulled him to appreciate several famous paintings hanging in the living room... Roland held a glass in his hand, and walked from afar Standing, watching Andrea.

The Count of Monte Cristo approached Roland, stood side by side with her, and said with great interest: "Miss Eugenie, you don't seem to be so interested in the new darling of the Parisian society?"

Roland looked at the earl's empty hands, and asked him with a smile: "Then what about you, you also stayed away from that glamorous darling, did you come here to laugh at me, the master's daughter, for not taking good care of you as a distinguished guest?"

She turned her head to greet the servant, and hurriedly brought the earl a refreshing drink to quench his thirst.

However, the count took a step back very politely, and bowed slightly, indicating that he was not thirsty. Please Roland, please don't misunderstand that he has any intention of incriminating.

"Then, it's my turn to ask you for advice." Roland said, while suppressing the smile on his lips.

"I heard that you know Viscount Cavalcanti's past very well?"

The count immediately replied: "To be precise, I know Major Cavalcanti, Andrea's father, very well."

"I know the wealth buried deep in the cellar of the Italians, and I know their personalities that don't get rid of one hair."

"As for Andrea, he was separated from his parents because of his family teacher since he was a child. I think he should have been educated in the south of France."

This remark was impeccable, and he left his responsibilities clean.

If it turns out that Andrea is a convict who has escaped from Toulon, the count can also pretend that there is an impersonation, so as to clear himself of the fact that he has not deceived the entire Parisian society.

Although the Count of Monte Cristo was Andrea's introducer, he could also say that he never knew about Andrea's experience in France.

"Then you guaranteed the overdraft account the Viscount opened in my father's bank?"

"No, miss."

"Andrea does have an account with your father's bank, but the payment account is with the most reputable bank in Florence, the Finzi Bank."

Roland asked these questions, and felt that although the Earl had a gentle attitude, it seemed difficult for her to ask anything from the Earl.

So she sighed deeply, turned her face away, and prepared to walk away.

Who would have thought that at this moment the count suddenly spoke——

"Miss Eugenie, you have asked me a lot of questions about the Viscount. I want to ask you, do you have any affection for Viscount Andrea that you have not yet understood?"

Roland's shoulders shook, showing a shocked expression.

She herself did not expect that she would be so misunderstood by the Earl.

Unexpectedly, this expression continued to mislead the count, and he continued:

"You don't have to worry, I understand very well."

"Andrea, he has some qualities that the whole of Paris doesn't have in him."

"I am not surprised that he can impress you, the most famous 'ice beauty' in Paris."

"But I still want to remind you that although your father very much hopes that you and Andrea will develop some relationship beyond ordinary friendship, and finally be able to conclude a marriage..."

Roland stared at Baron Tanglar in the distance. The baron was wearing an ugly flat black hair, his head was raised, his eyes were shining, and he was listening to Andrea's talk.

She once again had the feeling of "up for sale", as if a price tag had already been marked on her head; or she was being displayed around at an auction, and she was about to "get the highest price".

"...but you may need to know..."

The earl's speech slowed down, as if he was carefully considering his words, how to say these words.

"Andrea, it may not be the most suitable person for you."

"Marrying him is not a good choice."

“If you don’t want to regret it later, don’t get too close to Andrea.”

This couldn't be more clear.

"Anyone can, but Andrea can't."

The count frowned slightly, staring at Roland with deep black eyes, the vicissitudes in his eyes slowly overflowing.

"You have always been a lady with your own opinions. Please keep this humble opinion of mine in your heart and don't mention it to anyone."

The astonishment in Roland's heart at this moment is indescribable. Fortunately, thanks to her personality, she will always be so indifferent as to reject others thousands of miles away.

She just bent her knees a little and walked away with her head held high, without even calling for a glass of water for the count.

But she never expected that the Count of Monte Cristo would persuade her not to take Andrea as an object. Gift of the Earl.

And the Earl didn't get any "guarantee" from her attitude.

Coincidentally, the producer advised Roland not to get too close to Andrea.

It happened on the night when she first met Andrea. She watched Andrea leave from the balcony of the Tanglar mansion, and then went back to her bedroom, lying on the bed and recalling the recent events.

Her agent cat jumped onto the soft mattress with a whoosh, squatted next to Roland's ear, meowed twice, and whispered, "Lan Lan, the producer has an urgent notice."

"The producer does not recommend that you have any relationship beyond friendship with Viscount Andrea."

"You are prohibited from having any physical contact and relationship with Viscount Andrea."

Roland: ...?

She asked back, "Can't you even shake hands?"

Kitty Maomao was very anxious: "Lan Lan, you understand."

Roland chuckled: Of course she understood.

——Isn't this "love forbidden"?

Due to the wide audience of the famous plane, if the producer thinks that the players are not suitable for any relationship beyond friendship, they will either code or notify the players directly, prohibiting any discussion between players or between players and original characters. in love.

The reason, maybe it's because of the prohibition - for example, brothers and sisters are absolutely not allowed to have a close relationship like this; but this situation obviously doesn't apply in this plane now.

"Do you know why?"

Roland whispered to the little cat.

Luna shook Maomao's head: "I don't know."

"However, if you violate the producer's suggestion, your reward may be deducted!"

As Roland's manager cat, Luna reminded her players very responsibly.

"rest assured!"

Roland replied very funny.

"When did you see a farming player like me fall in love in a plane?"

Luna: ...

"That's not what I mean. If you really want to talk, it's not impossible..."

At that time, Roland yawned directly: "Sorry, I'm really busy."

In addition to the winery and plantation in Montléry, she also acquired an opera troupe in Paris, and there are still some sporadic plots waiting to be developed...

Where did she come from to talk about love?

But recalling these now, Roland can't help but fall into deep thought——

What made the Count of Monte Cristo ask her not to be moved by Andrea's charming demeanor?

Andrea, what's so special about it?

Just because he had been a convict?

At the dinner party at the Danglars mansion, it was not long before Albert came.

The timing of Albert's arrival was too unfortunate. When he walked into the living room of the Tanglars' house, Roland was playing and singing an Italian folk song with Andrea.

Roland played, Andrea sang--he had a peculiar hoarseness in his voice, and he could sing the melancholy deep enough.

The cooperation between the two of them is not perfect, but it is quite exquisite.

At the end of the song, there was loud applause in the living room—the applause was very ironic, and the intervals were long. The applause clapped their hands vigorously, and there was ambiguous laughter deep in their throats.

Roland looked up and saw Albert.

The guests watched this scene clearly.

It is well known that the Vicomte de Morcerf and Mademoiselle Danglars were married.

Now, an Andrea was killed in a diagonal stab.

The "triangular relationship" is always a sign of a good show, and the ensuing betrayal, deception, duel, bloodshed... are the favorites of the third-rate gossip tabloids.

Roland threw the piano away and gave his friend a wink for help.

Louise quickly took the piano from her hand and continued to play.

Roland came to Albert and whispered, "I haven't seen you for a while, where have you been?"

"I went to Dieppe with my mother, and the doctor told her to breathe the sea air."

Roland nodded to express his understanding: Albert is not a mature young man, but he is indeed very respectful and considerate to Countess de Morcerf.

She turned her head and glanced at Andrea standing in the distance, and then at Albert beside her. The situation between the two was really a bit difficult.So she said indifferently: "Maybe if I'm not here now, you will feel better?"

She turned and left, but Albert grabbed her hand.

"Eugénie!"

"Albert!"

Mrs. Tanglar is like a "watchdog", closely watching every move around her daughter; it seems that Roland is a freshly baked cream cake, whoever touches her, the beautifully shaped piece The fluffy cream will collapse on the spot.

Baron Tanglar also called out immediately: "Your Excellency the Viscount..."

The banker wholeheartedly wanted to match his daughter with the Italian prince, so naturally he couldn't see Albert being so persistent in his pursuit.

The banker's tone was very grim.

Albert had to let go of Roland's hand.

"I'm sorry, Eugenie... I, I always feel that we are still the same as when we were children."

He apologized softly to Roland.

"I'm here to tell you... Eugenie, every one of the big words I've said in front of you is a lie."

"I never thought about the countesses of Milan, Genoa, and Venice...those were just jokes. During the 'Grand Tour', I always wanted to come back to Paris and tell all I had seen. Tell you."

Roland: ...?

Now that Albert has met a competitor, has he finally found that Miss Tanglar is still worth pursuing?

Is he out of defense of honor, or does he really have feelings for his childhood friend?

"Then how did you fall into the hands of those robbers in Rome?"

Roland remembered clearly: this man was obsessed with "an affair" and followed a 15-year-old thin-waisted boy pretending to be a peasant woman, and that's why he fell into the den of robbers.

Albert's face turned purple immediately, and he was speechless.

Roland: Albert...you are such a child.

But she didn't want to embarrass him too much, so she deliberately reached out her hand and let Albert hold it.

"My friend, I also remember the friendship from my childhood."

Albert was overjoyed immediately.

"Perhaps, on the day when your heart is as mature as your appearance, I will be willing to re-examine our relationship."

Roland let go, turned and left, without even saying goodbye to anyone, let alone looking back at Andrea, and left the small living room directly.

Albert was left stunned.

Andrea folded his arms in the distance, raising his eyes to observe what happened in the small living room.

Just now he had sung with the banker's lady and sent her wistful, affectionate glances.

But now he is as calm as a precision instrument, calculating the thoughts in everyone's mind.

But Andrea found it difficult to figure out what Miss Tanglar was thinking.

As for the Count of Monte Cristo, he was ready to leave the banker's house with ease.

Immediately after this dinner at the Tanglars, gossip spread throughout Parisian society.

All eyes in Paris seem to be on this "triangular relationship". Many people sincerely admire the banker who knows how to speculate and knows how to use his daughter to make a difference.

No matter who the Tanglar family marries in the future, for the Tanglar family, they will only earn but not lose.

The gossip spread from the servants of the Tanglar mansion: Miss Tanglar, who is in the vortex, is like a needle in the sea, and it is difficult for anyone to guess.

But Roland's mind is actually very simple - farming, multi-farming, good farming!

She is going to start taking care of the few pieces of real estate in Paris, and she is going to turn them into excellent vegetable growing areas, so as to make up for the overly expensive shipping costs and limited production capacity of the Montley plantation.

Roland left the Tanglar mansion on the pretext of going out with Louise that day.

When the carriage arrived in the Saint-Honoré district, a tall young man in a cotton overalls and a corduroy cap jumped out of the carriage.

The carriage carried the female pianist on to the Grand Opera House.

The young man in civilian attire walked quickly and came to a rusty iron fence. With a "squeak", he pushed open the old iron gate and walked into the "vegetable garden".

The vegetable garden is located in a narrow strip between two stately mansions, connected only by an alley to the wide street beyond.

Therefore, it is very difficult for this piece of land to be transformed into a luxurious mansion, and it has not been sold for a long time.

But Roland fell in love with this place at first glance - he liked this land with mansion gardens on both sides, and there were no mansions to block the light.

Two rows of old chestnut trees grew neatly at both ends of the clearing, all of which were edible chestnuts, not those bitter and tasteless horse chestnuts.

There are patches of alfalfa growing in the open space, and when it is harvested, it can be sold to the nearby mansion as fodder once it is dried.

After the alfalfa was harvested, Roland could plant peas, cabbages, and white-skinned red radishes on the land... and set up trellises in the sunniest place at the end of the vegetable garden, and plant cucumbers, lentils, and small melons with winding vines.

There is also a well on the land for irrigation without even having to go to a public tap for water.

At one end of the land away from the street, there is a simple hut, which is temporarily used to store tools, seeds and fertilizers, but with a little repair, it can be lived in.Workers can live here, tend to this garden at any time, and send the harvest as close as possible to the rich and powerful families in the Saint-Honoré district.

Roland checked back and forth and was very satisfied with the land.

She bought several pieces of land like this in Paris, but this was the one with the best conditions and the best location.

Next door to the vegetable garden is a mansion as luxurious as the Tanglar mansion.

The garden of the mansion is separated from the vegetable garden by an iron fence.A circle of six-foot-high wooden boards was also nailed on the iron fence to block the view and prevent outsiders from sneaking into the garden of the mansion.

Roland was repeatedly observing her property, but a young woman was standing in the garden of the mansion, observing the situation outside through the gaps between the planks.

Suddenly, Roland's thick hair came out of her peaked cap. Seeing that there was no one around, Roland simply tossed the cap and hung it on a nearby low branch.

The young woman in the mansion garden saw it, and at last was sure she recognized the person, and called out in a low voice: "Eugénie, Eugenie—"

"Eugénie, you are back in Paris!"

Roland heard the call, but at first he saw no one at all. After searching for a while, he found a gap in the wooden boards behind the fence.

She looked in through the gap, only to see a girl about her own age, with light chestnut hair, dark blue eyes, and a slender neck.

The description provided by the producer was also displayed the moment she saw the person:

"Mademoiselle Valentine de Villefort, the daughter of the prosecutor M. de Villefort, rich but unable to dispose of her own property. An old friend."

When Roland saw the word "friend", he almost wanted to ask, "Valentina, can you help me farm together?"