Roland and Betty stood side by side beside a carriage, facing the middle-aged businessman who had "spouted" the entire Meryton.
The body of the carriage was painted with gold paint "THOMSON AND FLON IMPORT AND EXPORT LIMITED."Two vigorous horses bowed their heads docilely and waited in front of the car, occasionally raising their necks and snorting.
Roland stood calmly, not in a hurry.
At first the middle-aged businessman on the opposite side refused to believe it. She was also a "person who can make up her mind". It was not until the people in the carriage spoke that she honestly invited Roland and her little follower to the side of the carriage.
The middle-aged businessman handed the truffle he had cut earlier into the carriage, and then stood aside respectfully with his hands behind his back and waited.
Betty looked at her little lady with admiration to the extreme—she was not capable of recognizing the identity of this middle-aged businessman in such a short period of time: he was not in charge, but just a big manager.
The truffle was handed in for a while, only to hear a "hmm" in the carriage, and an adult man's voice said gently: "England red-striped black winter truffle."
Roland raised his eyebrows.
The man in the carriage, who has never shown himself, correctly named the type of truffle produced in Longborn.
Even Roland herself, if she hadn't studied the types and cultivation methods of truffles in detail, she might not know that England also produces truffles.
But the other party easily said the scientific name of her truffle.
The middle-aged businessman approached the carriage, nodding while listening to the people inside.
After a while, he turned his head to look at Roland and asked, "Miss, may I ask you, how many fresh truffles of this quality do you have on hand, and how many more can you pick in the future?"
Roland turned his head to look at the basket in Betty's hand, and replied:
"There are not many in stock, about one and a half pounds. This season, we can probably harvest eighteen to twenty pounds. From now on, at least this amount will be available every year."
The middle-aged businessman still leaned his head close to the carriage, listened for a while, nodded, turned around, and repeated to Roland:
"As I said, I would like to buy the truffles in your hand for ten pounds per pound."
Before Roland had any reaction, Betty next to her took a deep breath.
—ten pounds!
The kitchen help's salary was ten shillings a month, and Betty could only earn six pounds a year!
The figure frightened the poor girl.
Roland replied with a smile: "You can make a profit equivalent to this as soon as you change hands."
The middle-aged businessman nodded: "Indeed."
He doesn't shy away from talking about how successful he can be in this country under the banner of "the top truffles produced in England".
"But I also said that there may not be any other merchants in England who are willing to rent an office in Meryton for this purpose to deal with your transactions."
Roland rolled his eyes and remained calm.
Ten pounds per pound, to be honest, this price has not yet reached her heart.
But she is really tempted - as long as the truffles are sent to Meriton, they can be traded. It is really convenient for her, reducing transportation costs and locking the price of truffles.
When the other party said this, she was sure that she was willing to give up a certain amount of profit for the convenience of the transaction.
"In addition, if you need it, I will arrange a lawyer and a bank to open a special transaction account for you. You are young and do not have professional help, so I am afraid it will not be so easy to do."
Indeed, Roland's identity as an "underage girl" is indeed troublesome in terms of finances and finances.But if you can have professional help, it will be completely different.
"As for the tax issues, we will also find a special person to help you sort them out and give you professional advice."
Before Roland agreed, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but want to rise.
The request made by the other party was too generous, as if it was tailor-made for her.
But the carriage on the opposite side suddenly opened the curtain.
The interior of the carriage was too dark, and Roland could see a man in a top hat sitting safely in the carriage, but he could only see his silhouette clearly.
He said loudly: "Dear miss, but you must also ensure my supply."
"My investment is not just looking forward to one season, but ten years, 20 years...continuous supply."
"It seems that the people in the neighborhood already know about the fact that the property in the family produces truffles. They just need to ask a little bit, and they can find out how to find truffles—"
Roland: Indeed...
"There should be no fence in your woods, right?"
The other party sat in the carriage safely and asked, even the sitting posture did not change.
Roland pondered for a moment, then suddenly raised his head and smiled.
"Thanks for the reminder!" she said.
The middle-aged butler next to the carriage looked bewildered, and he really didn't understand what exactly his master reminded him.
"You reminded me that we should gather everyone's strength." Roland said with a smile.
I saw the person in the opposite carriage stretch out his hand and slightly raised the brim of his hat, as if saying: You're welcome.
When returning to Longbourne from Meryton, Roland had fifteen pounds in cash in his pouch, and a business card with the address of the agent in London of "Thomson and Fren Import & Export Ltd"— The new office in Meryton will not be rented until after Christmas.
Now, she has managed to find a buyer who can offer a reasonable price, but the buyer is asking her to receive five to six pounds of truffles every month for the next winter.
Roland and Luna alone, one person and one cat, are absolutely impossible.
There was another problem for her: the fact that the woods of Longbourne produced truffles, as the "man in the car" said, had already been rumored in Meryton.
Such a commotion in the market today made everyone understand how precious it is.It was inevitable that some one would try to make plans for Longborn.
Recently, she often "wanders" in the woods with a basket and a cat, and it is inevitable that she will meet people on the way—smart people can roughly understand the method of digging truffles as long as they relate recent events.
"The Man in the Car" was right that her woods were not fenced.If someone really wanted to steal it, she couldn't stop it.
Therefore, she urgently needs to come up with a plan: not only to protect the precious wild mushroom resources in this coniferous forest, but also to collect enough truffles on time and in quantity.
After returning to Longborn, Betty obeyed Roland's instructions, nodded and went home.
Betty's father Thomas met Roland at the barn the next day.
Thomas looked worried, apparently Betty had mentioned to him about the availability of truffles in the pine forest, and Thomas was not optimistic about it.
Roland asked if anyone had "wandered" in the woods with cats and dogs on a leash recently, and Thomas replied solemnly: "Yes!"
The 40-year-old sharecropper emphasized with a serious face: "Miss, Betty told me last night that I realized what they were doing - I think what they did was wrong."
The forest is Mr. Bennett's property. According to the current law, all the products in the forest, including the turtledoves and partridges caught in the forest, and the perch caught in the river, belong to Mr. Bennett.Matsutake and truffles produced in the woods are naturally among them.
Thomas is an honest man, and of course he disagrees with the practices of other tenant farmers.
But Roland asked Thomas to pick up a time, and invited all the tenant farmers in the village of Longborn separately, and asked them to bring their cats and dogs, saying that they were "truffle hunting".
"Just tell everyone that you have found out how to find truffles. If they want to come, they will wait at the entrance of the village."
"Don't tell me I'm going too!" Roland warned.
Thomas didn't know why, but he did it.
In the afternoon of the next day, one or two tenant farmers from each family gathered at the entrance of Longbourn Village with their cats and dogs in their arms.
During the winter slack season, the sharecroppers had nothing to do.That's why some good people follow Roland's example and go to the pine forest to "walk the cat and walk the dog"—most of them are very attracted to the legendary truffle, but no one is really lucky in the forest , successfully found the truffle.
When the sharecroppers arrived at the entrance of the village, they found that the little lady of the Bennett family was also there.
Are they... caught?
This... The tenant farmer who had been moved by a crooked mind suddenly felt remorse.
"Sorry, we...were wrong."
"Miss, I'm just a little curious, after all, the people in the town are so amazing."
"We... originally just wanted to try our luck and see if we could pick up a leak. If we can really pick up one or two, maybe we can buy a gift for the children this Christmas."
"I stayed in the woods from dawn to dusk yesterday, but my dog didn't dig out anything. When I got home, I was scolded by my wife..."
The tenant farmers bowed their heads in shame—most of them originally had the intention of picking up a little bit of a bargain, but now they were discovered by the owner of the forest.Once they remembered the preferential treatment Mr. Bennett gave them in the past, the guilt in the hearts of the tenant farmers deepened.
"Everyone, in fact, I have good news to tell you all." Roland said with a smile.
"Our woods produce a very precious ingredient - truffles. Everyone must have known about this, right?"
The tenant farmers in front of Roland nodded together.
"A buyer came to Meriton yesterday, willing to buy the truffles produced here at a pretty good price."
Even if Roland didn't tell the news, it would spread throughout Longborn sooner or later.It would be better for her to tell everyone herself.
"My father sent a message, saying that he wanted to ask everyone to help, and collected all the truffles in this forest during the winter leisure. Firstly, such a good thing would not be wasted; secondly, everyone can get more income. "
The sharecroppers swayed together: "This...it is right to contribute to Mr. Bennett."
"That's right, Mr. Bennett treats us so well on weekdays! It's such a small matter... Let's save the wages!"
"Father said, since everyone contributes to the work, you should share the profits." Roland's tone was firm.
"A share of the profits?"
The tenant farmers looked at each other. They didn't expect that the young lady came to them today not to throw a few shillings to order them to work, but to promise that they could get a share of the profits based on the labor they paid.
—Is this actually true?
The body of the carriage was painted with gold paint "THOMSON AND FLON IMPORT AND EXPORT LIMITED."Two vigorous horses bowed their heads docilely and waited in front of the car, occasionally raising their necks and snorting.
Roland stood calmly, not in a hurry.
At first the middle-aged businessman on the opposite side refused to believe it. She was also a "person who can make up her mind". It was not until the people in the carriage spoke that she honestly invited Roland and her little follower to the side of the carriage.
The middle-aged businessman handed the truffle he had cut earlier into the carriage, and then stood aside respectfully with his hands behind his back and waited.
Betty looked at her little lady with admiration to the extreme—she was not capable of recognizing the identity of this middle-aged businessman in such a short period of time: he was not in charge, but just a big manager.
The truffle was handed in for a while, only to hear a "hmm" in the carriage, and an adult man's voice said gently: "England red-striped black winter truffle."
Roland raised his eyebrows.
The man in the carriage, who has never shown himself, correctly named the type of truffle produced in Longborn.
Even Roland herself, if she hadn't studied the types and cultivation methods of truffles in detail, she might not know that England also produces truffles.
But the other party easily said the scientific name of her truffle.
The middle-aged businessman approached the carriage, nodding while listening to the people inside.
After a while, he turned his head to look at Roland and asked, "Miss, may I ask you, how many fresh truffles of this quality do you have on hand, and how many more can you pick in the future?"
Roland turned his head to look at the basket in Betty's hand, and replied:
"There are not many in stock, about one and a half pounds. This season, we can probably harvest eighteen to twenty pounds. From now on, at least this amount will be available every year."
The middle-aged businessman still leaned his head close to the carriage, listened for a while, nodded, turned around, and repeated to Roland:
"As I said, I would like to buy the truffles in your hand for ten pounds per pound."
Before Roland had any reaction, Betty next to her took a deep breath.
—ten pounds!
The kitchen help's salary was ten shillings a month, and Betty could only earn six pounds a year!
The figure frightened the poor girl.
Roland replied with a smile: "You can make a profit equivalent to this as soon as you change hands."
The middle-aged businessman nodded: "Indeed."
He doesn't shy away from talking about how successful he can be in this country under the banner of "the top truffles produced in England".
"But I also said that there may not be any other merchants in England who are willing to rent an office in Meryton for this purpose to deal with your transactions."
Roland rolled his eyes and remained calm.
Ten pounds per pound, to be honest, this price has not yet reached her heart.
But she is really tempted - as long as the truffles are sent to Meriton, they can be traded. It is really convenient for her, reducing transportation costs and locking the price of truffles.
When the other party said this, she was sure that she was willing to give up a certain amount of profit for the convenience of the transaction.
"In addition, if you need it, I will arrange a lawyer and a bank to open a special transaction account for you. You are young and do not have professional help, so I am afraid it will not be so easy to do."
Indeed, Roland's identity as an "underage girl" is indeed troublesome in terms of finances and finances.But if you can have professional help, it will be completely different.
"As for the tax issues, we will also find a special person to help you sort them out and give you professional advice."
Before Roland agreed, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but want to rise.
The request made by the other party was too generous, as if it was tailor-made for her.
But the carriage on the opposite side suddenly opened the curtain.
The interior of the carriage was too dark, and Roland could see a man in a top hat sitting safely in the carriage, but he could only see his silhouette clearly.
He said loudly: "Dear miss, but you must also ensure my supply."
"My investment is not just looking forward to one season, but ten years, 20 years...continuous supply."
"It seems that the people in the neighborhood already know about the fact that the property in the family produces truffles. They just need to ask a little bit, and they can find out how to find truffles—"
Roland: Indeed...
"There should be no fence in your woods, right?"
The other party sat in the carriage safely and asked, even the sitting posture did not change.
Roland pondered for a moment, then suddenly raised his head and smiled.
"Thanks for the reminder!" she said.
The middle-aged butler next to the carriage looked bewildered, and he really didn't understand what exactly his master reminded him.
"You reminded me that we should gather everyone's strength." Roland said with a smile.
I saw the person in the opposite carriage stretch out his hand and slightly raised the brim of his hat, as if saying: You're welcome.
When returning to Longbourne from Meryton, Roland had fifteen pounds in cash in his pouch, and a business card with the address of the agent in London of "Thomson and Fren Import & Export Ltd"— The new office in Meryton will not be rented until after Christmas.
Now, she has managed to find a buyer who can offer a reasonable price, but the buyer is asking her to receive five to six pounds of truffles every month for the next winter.
Roland and Luna alone, one person and one cat, are absolutely impossible.
There was another problem for her: the fact that the woods of Longbourne produced truffles, as the "man in the car" said, had already been rumored in Meryton.
Such a commotion in the market today made everyone understand how precious it is.It was inevitable that some one would try to make plans for Longborn.
Recently, she often "wanders" in the woods with a basket and a cat, and it is inevitable that she will meet people on the way—smart people can roughly understand the method of digging truffles as long as they relate recent events.
"The Man in the Car" was right that her woods were not fenced.If someone really wanted to steal it, she couldn't stop it.
Therefore, she urgently needs to come up with a plan: not only to protect the precious wild mushroom resources in this coniferous forest, but also to collect enough truffles on time and in quantity.
After returning to Longborn, Betty obeyed Roland's instructions, nodded and went home.
Betty's father Thomas met Roland at the barn the next day.
Thomas looked worried, apparently Betty had mentioned to him about the availability of truffles in the pine forest, and Thomas was not optimistic about it.
Roland asked if anyone had "wandered" in the woods with cats and dogs on a leash recently, and Thomas replied solemnly: "Yes!"
The 40-year-old sharecropper emphasized with a serious face: "Miss, Betty told me last night that I realized what they were doing - I think what they did was wrong."
The forest is Mr. Bennett's property. According to the current law, all the products in the forest, including the turtledoves and partridges caught in the forest, and the perch caught in the river, belong to Mr. Bennett.Matsutake and truffles produced in the woods are naturally among them.
Thomas is an honest man, and of course he disagrees with the practices of other tenant farmers.
But Roland asked Thomas to pick up a time, and invited all the tenant farmers in the village of Longborn separately, and asked them to bring their cats and dogs, saying that they were "truffle hunting".
"Just tell everyone that you have found out how to find truffles. If they want to come, they will wait at the entrance of the village."
"Don't tell me I'm going too!" Roland warned.
Thomas didn't know why, but he did it.
In the afternoon of the next day, one or two tenant farmers from each family gathered at the entrance of Longbourn Village with their cats and dogs in their arms.
During the winter slack season, the sharecroppers had nothing to do.That's why some good people follow Roland's example and go to the pine forest to "walk the cat and walk the dog"—most of them are very attracted to the legendary truffle, but no one is really lucky in the forest , successfully found the truffle.
When the sharecroppers arrived at the entrance of the village, they found that the little lady of the Bennett family was also there.
Are they... caught?
This... The tenant farmer who had been moved by a crooked mind suddenly felt remorse.
"Sorry, we...were wrong."
"Miss, I'm just a little curious, after all, the people in the town are so amazing."
"We... originally just wanted to try our luck and see if we could pick up a leak. If we can really pick up one or two, maybe we can buy a gift for the children this Christmas."
"I stayed in the woods from dawn to dusk yesterday, but my dog didn't dig out anything. When I got home, I was scolded by my wife..."
The tenant farmers bowed their heads in shame—most of them originally had the intention of picking up a little bit of a bargain, but now they were discovered by the owner of the forest.Once they remembered the preferential treatment Mr. Bennett gave them in the past, the guilt in the hearts of the tenant farmers deepened.
"Everyone, in fact, I have good news to tell you all." Roland said with a smile.
"Our woods produce a very precious ingredient - truffles. Everyone must have known about this, right?"
The tenant farmers in front of Roland nodded together.
"A buyer came to Meriton yesterday, willing to buy the truffles produced here at a pretty good price."
Even if Roland didn't tell the news, it would spread throughout Longborn sooner or later.It would be better for her to tell everyone herself.
"My father sent a message, saying that he wanted to ask everyone to help, and collected all the truffles in this forest during the winter leisure. Firstly, such a good thing would not be wasted; secondly, everyone can get more income. "
The sharecroppers swayed together: "This...it is right to contribute to Mr. Bennett."
"That's right, Mr. Bennett treats us so well on weekdays! It's such a small matter... Let's save the wages!"
"Father said, since everyone contributes to the work, you should share the profits." Roland's tone was firm.
"A share of the profits?"
The tenant farmers looked at each other. They didn't expect that the young lady came to them today not to throw a few shillings to order them to work, but to promise that they could get a share of the profits based on the labor they paid.
—Is this actually true?
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