Grasp the farming script in the famous book

The "red wine bath" that the doctor pointed out to Mr. Noirtier happened to be located in the Montlery plain, which has recently become a place of high-quality wine near Paris.

The "medicinal bath" value of wine was also discovered by a high-end winery located on the plains of Monterrey.

Taking a medicated bath with first brewed wine can soften the cutin of the skin, improve skin activity, and beautify the skin-this is something that people have known since ancient Rome.

But the medicated bath recently developed by the winery is specifically aimed at the rehabilitation of stroke patients.It is said that there is a magical active substance in the first wine, which can stimulate the patient's nerves and slowly restore the functions of those damaged trunks and body parts.

Of course, in addition to these so-called "medicine baths", staying away from the city, enjoying plenty of sunshine and fresh air, and tasting fresh local delicacies-this in itself can help patients maintain a happy mood and gradually recover.

At present, the winery has built a new building next to the winemaking workshop and wine cellar as a nursing home.

Mr. Noirtier, as the first batch of patients who tried this "red wine bath" therapy, was admitted to the nursing home.

The old man's granddaughter, the filial Miss Valentine, accompanied her as the main entourage.

Montley is not far from Paris.Mr. de Villefort and Dr. de Avrigny have agreed that the doctor will visit the winery once a week to check the old man's condition.

When Mr. Noirtier's condition is stable, the doctor does not need to visit frequently, and then the care and observation work can be handed over to the local nurses and pharmacists.

In this way, the old Mr. Noirtier moved out of the big house in Saint-Honoré, and together with his beloved granddaughter, went to Montlery.

On the day Valentine went to Montlery, Roland happened to have "something" to go to Montlery.The two girls walked together.

At the sanatorium in Monterrey, Valentine walked around the spacious courtyard and greeted the nurses who were in charge of nursing and caring for the patients.The young girl only felt that everything here was satisfactory, but there was nothing she was dissatisfied with.

It was the first time for Roland to see his friend so happy, and he couldn't help laughing: "It seems that what really makes you happy is the free air!"

"Don't thank me, I'm still asking for you!"

"If you think there is anything missing in this nursing home and where there is room for improvement, please write to me and tell me."

Roland regarded Valentine as her "experimenter", who specially inspected various experiences in the nursing home, and fed back her real feelings to Roland, who then improved them one by one.

"In the future, I plan to open a large nursing home and resort here."

In the 22nd century, the various health effects of wine on the human body have long been studied thoroughly - Roland knows how to deal with it, so that this extremely ancient drink in human history can be beneficial to human health.

Wine is absolutely beneficial to Mr. Noirtier's health, but this benefit is relatively limited.In contrast, perhaps the air, sunshine and clear springs in Montalley are more important to the old gentleman's health.

"Also, it will be the grape picking season soon. Valentine, I hope you can also enjoy the joy of picking grapes with the villagers here."

"I have been with them for a long time, and I know that they all have kind and beautiful hearts."

"Hope you're here so you don't feel lonely anymore."

Valentine was very moved. She stepped forward and shook Roland's hands and said, "Eugénie, I hope to help you too."

Valentine knew now that the vast vineyards and vegetable plantations at Montléry were the property of her friend.

"Let's keep in touch, and I'll report to you anything that happens to Montalley."

Roland smiled contentedly—although she lost a little helper in Paris, she gained a pair of eyes in Montrey to help her keep an eye on the property here.

- very worth it!

"Valentine, we are good friends, if you still have any troubles, please let me know."

Before leaving, Roland made a serious confession.

Valentine nodded movedly, she showed a slightly shy expression, as if she wanted to say something.But she thought about it for a while, and finally shook her head.

"No, thank you, Eugenie—"

In this way, Roland returned to Paris alone.

One month after Valentine left, Mrs. Tanglar still saw Roland four times a week and went to the central library regularly to participate in the "reading club". She was curious and asked Roland:

"My darling, aren't you bored when Mademoiselle de Villefort is gone and you have only Louise?"

Roland shook his head indifferently: "No, ma'am. The 'Reading Club' has a newcomer after Valentine left."

Madame Tanglar: ...Is that so.

In the quiet small vegetable garden in Paris, Heidi threw away the small shovel in her hand, let out a breath, sat down on the ground without any image, reached out to pick up the small copper pot on the side, and unscrewed it. The lid of the pot poured into his mouth.

"The world is unpredictable, and I will have such a day, and I will help a 'farming player' farm in the plane?"

Hearing Heidi's emotion, Roland laughed with a "ha".

"It can be seen that once a person is bored to a certain extent, he can do any job."

It's so rare.

Roland could see such a great Greek beauty as Heidi. He changed out of his fine silk and satin dress, kicked off the gem-encrusted leather slippers, and changed into rough cotton overalls, put on sleeves and gloves, and held a shovel in his hand. Work in the vegetable garden.

Ordinarily, with such a lively and sociable personality, Heidi shouldn't pretend to only speak Greek and hide in the Count of Monte Cristo's mansion all day without leaving the door.

"I can't help it either!"

Heidi let out a sigh.

"At first, I couldn't imagine that I would be trapped in a mansion in Paris all day long, like an involuntary female slave..."

"The more you get used to independence outside the plane, the more unacceptable it is to be in the plane. This kind of inequality and lack of freedom is engraved in your bones."

Roland was silent: She agrees.

"But I can understand the earl's thoughts. I must play a conservative and silent 'protected person' under the earl. If I really show off in the Parisian social circle every day, it will really be in vain."

"Waste all previous efforts?" Roland asked curiously.

"Hee hee, I shouldn't have told you these things."

Heidi raised her face and smiled, staring into Roland's eyes, as if she had seen through her intentions.

Roland's face was slightly hot - now it seems that Heidi is the person closest to the "truth".She took Heidi out to "farm" together, and she did have a little bit of clichéd hope.

It's good to know more.

Unexpectedly, what Heidi said was not what she wanted to hear at all.

"Have you ever thought about it? You have an 'enemy', this 'enemy' has hurt you deeply, betrayed you, let your relatives die before your eyes, and made the first half of your life shrouded in nightmare forever... ...what do you have to do to calm down your hatred?"

"Heidi, you..."

Hearing her tone, Roland didn't know how to proceed.

"Yes, that's what the producers did - they imposed such 'emotions' on me. When I saw the enemy, I could clearly feel this hatred burning in my heart..."

When Heidi said this, there were indeed a pair of small flames burning in those beautifully shaped black eyes.She stared at a garlic sprout growing out of the ground as if it were her enemy.

Those little eyes with tough eyes - Roland was a little thankful that he and Heidi were friends, not enemies.

"At this time, you will feel that punishing him alone is not enough to calm the anger in your heart. The only thing you want to do is to magnify the pain that has been inflicted on you by a hundred times, and then inflict it on him. , the relative you lost, he also lost..."

Roland couldn't help shivering.

Heidi's "Declaration of Revenge" is too terrifying, but she... can understand it to a certain extent.

"Eugénie, do you think there is a 'perfect' revenge in this world?"

"Perfect" revenge——

Roland let out a sigh.

"I don't think there's a 'perfect' revenge in this world."

"'Revenge' means harm, not only harming the other party, but also harming oneself at the same time."

"But I will not persuade people to give up revenge."

"'Giving up' itself is by no means perfect either."

"'Abandoning' does not mean eliminating hatred, but forcing one party to accept, downplay, and forget...it is a one-sided injury."

As Roland said, he felt apprehensive.

"Don't be afraid—this 'perfect revenge' is not something I'm thinking about, it's what my family has been thinking about all day long. It's been like this since I entered this plane."

"I don't expect any 'perfection', I just hope that the producer will quickly help me release this 'hate'. That's all."

Hearing what Heidi said, Roland immediately felt that it was a blessing to be drawn a "marginal role", at least he would not have to endure such a long period of pain and psychological pressure like the Avengers.

"Heidi, you..."

"Oh, Eugenie, I can't say any more. If I say any more, I'll have my bonus deducted."

Heidi let out a long breath, indicating that she couldn't spoil any more.

Roland: It turns out that it's not just her family's "broker cat" who will be deducted bonuses.

"Let's not talk about that, let's talk about your opera troupe."

Heidi finally found a topic they both liked.

"Is the attendance up now?"

"It's much better!" Roland thought of the experience of more than a month, and he was a little bit dumbfounded.

"It's only now that I know that things like 'controlling comments' also exist in this plane."

Since she bought the Royal Opera Troupe, the situation of the troupe has been improving day by day, and the reputation of the performances is also good.

But there were no positive reviewer articles in the newspapers, not even many articles about the Royal Opera Company.

Roland asked Albert's friend, Mr. Deschamps, who works for the newspaper, to check it out, and he found out about the "criticism".The manuscripts written by music critics, but those who praised the opera troupe, were put in the editor's limbo.

The newspapers also published one or two negative reviews of the troupe, most of which were unfair.But these reports are all written by small players, and they can't cause any splashes.

Really insightful commentators cherish their feathers and disdain to write such blindly belittling and untrue words. Therefore, the recent newspapers and periodicals seem to have tacitly ignored the opera troupe.

But the troupe's reputation is slowly recovering, and the attendance rate is increasing little by little.

"By the way, tomorrow we will stage a new rehearsal play - "The Magic Flute". Are you coming?"

Roland asked Heidi.

Unexpectedly, Heidi knew very well about opera, and asked in surprise: "The Magic Flute? Why do you want to stage an opera sung in German in Paris?"

"It doesn't matter if you use German, right?" Roland asked back. "On the contrary, not many people in my opera troupe speak fluent French, and Italian is the daily working language..."

Heidi: "Get to the point!"

"Tomorrow the prince of Austria is visiting, and he will come to the opera house to listen to a play in the evening."

Roland replied with a smile.

"Correct answer!" Heidi applauded, "The newspapers will never be able to 'control' such an official interview. Eugenie, you are really smart."

"In this case, I will definitely come to help you out tomorrow night."

Heidi held her head proudly.

"I'm going to be all covered in diamonds and gleaming in my box—"

Roland: Well... I'm looking forward to it!

Immediately the two young ladies agreed on tomorrow's arrangement.Heidi first returned to the residence of the Count of Monte Cristo on the Champs-Elysées, while Roland drove to the Grand Opera House - where Mrs. Dupre and the whole troupe were rehearsing the handed down classic "The Magic Flute".

Roland has watched this rehearsal several times, and the performance of the troupe has become more sophisticated every time.

Roland came to watch the rehearsal with makeup this time, and specially chose the box where the Austrian prince was about to sit, and sat there, in order to restore the effect that the VIPs saw after they took their seats.

In her hand, she already held the plot introduction and cast introduction brochure written in French and German. The brochure was embossed with gilt edges, which was extremely exquisite.

Under the stage of the opera house, a piano for performance has been placed beside the orchestra.

After nearly two months of running-in with the band, Louise seems to be able to integrate her piano with the band.

The curtain opened, the prelude sounded, and a realistic ancient Egyptian setting appeared on the stage: a tall and magnificent temple was built on the jagged rocks.

The Magic Flute is Mozart's last opera and the best of his four operas.

It is a fairy tale and a love story - but the real protagonist of the opera is not either party in love.

The absolute protagonist of this story is named "Queen of the Night", and her only daughter Pamina was handed over by her husband to the leader of the "Nation of Light" to be raised, against the Queen of the Night's wishes.

The Queen of the Night was very upset, so she lied that her daughter was taken away by the "Kingdom of Light", and deliberately ordered the Egyptian prince Tamino to rescue Pamina in the Temple of Light.

The prince took the magic flute presented by the Queen of the Night on the road, but saw through the queen's lies and did not follow her request to assassinate the chief priest of the Temple of Light.His love with Pamina has finally withstood the test and blossomed.

In Roland's opinion, although this story is called "The Magic Flute", it is actually better called "The History of the Darkness of the Night Queen".

The role of "Queen of the Night" from good to evil, from saving people to harming people, supports the whole opera.The two most colorful arias in the whole opera are both from the mouth of the Queen of the Night.

In other words, if the Queen of the Night is brought to life, the whole play will be a success.

On casting—

Miss Donna Bello, coloratura soprano "Queen of the Night".

A rookie in the troupe, Miss Porpora, plays Pamina, daughter of the Queen of the Night.

All actors have no objection to this.

Donna was originally best at coloratura soprano.

Porpora's voice is both firm and soft, and she is very young, so she is indeed the best candidate for Pamina.

The rehearsal with make-up was very successful. Roland sat in the high box, as if following the actors on a fairy tale adventure in ancient Egypt.

At the end of the rehearsal, Roland stood up from the box and applauded the entire troupe.

In the audience, Mrs. Dupre, who devoted herself to rehearsing this repertoire, wept with joy.

The actors themselves were also very satisfied and stepped forward to hug each other.

For a moment Roland left the box and came to the side of the stage, among the actors, to join them in the celebration.

"Very good, keep this level and we'll have a big success tomorrow!"

"..."

Before the whole rehearsal ended, Roland didn't forget to confirm his status with everyone.

"Any questions about tomorrow's show?"

Her eyes swept over the faces of all the actors, and then the band, the stage manager, the scene manager, the set, the props...

Everyone nodded enthusiastically at her with confident faces.

Roland was relieved. While discussing with Mrs. Dupre, she left the stage, so she didn't notice a flash of panic in Miss Donna's expression.

In fact, Miss Donna, who played the Queen of the Night, the show's "soul character" -- had a note hidden in a drawer in front of the vanity mirror in her lounge.

"A woman who doesn't know what to do, the opera troupe will be destroyed because of you."