Grasp the farming script in the famous book

While Albert and Heidi were running wildly on the avenue to Orleans, Roland was in the small apartment in Saint-Germain.

She sat opposite the Countess de Morcerf.

It was a poor room with very little furniture--cheap gray wallpaper on the walls, and a fireplace so strangely clean that it seemed that a fire had never been lit since it was built.

Countess de Morcerf looked Roland up and down suspiciously.

Roland was also looking at her: since she entered this plane, she had never had the opportunity to have a face-to-face conversation with the countess.

This former noble lady in her early 40s still looks beautiful and dignified in appearance, although she is very plainly dressed.

Even though she suffered a terrible blow in just a few days, the countess still straightened her back, raised her head, and looked at Roland with a friendly expression.

"You may not like me." Roland raised his lips mockingly.

"Eugénie, with all due respect, because of your parents, I was somewhat prejudiced against you before." The countess spoke directly, "but today I am very grateful for your visit."

Staying in such a small apartment the size of a palm all day long, facing the ensuing embarrassment caused by poverty, the Countess is very grateful for Roland's visit-it can pull her out of her endless sadness for a while .

"But I invite you here today because I want to invite you to live in the country for a while."

"Go to the country?"

Roland's proposal surprised the countess.

"As a matter of fact, Albert is on his way now. He cannot dine with you to-day."

"Why? Why did Albert suddenly leave Paris without knowing it? He is not such a child." There was tension in the countess' voice.

"he……"

Roland paused for a moment, as if he was considering how to word it.

"He has no way of predicting this, so he can't tell you."

The countess frowned slightly.

"So, Miss Eugenie, it was not Albert's idea, but yours, was it not?"

Roland nodded: "Yes, it was my idea and another friend's."

"You... kidnapped my son?"

The countess was cautious, but finally chose the word "hijacking".

Roland smiled immediately: "No, it's just an 'invitation'. It's just that Albert didn't foresee this 'invitation' in advance."

She also didn't know what means Heidi would use to "please leave" Albert. It is not impossible to say "hijacking" really.

"We think you have the right to know that Albert went to inquire about joining the army today. He wants to replace others to perform military service and go to the regiment stationed in North Africa in exchange for a sum of money to support your life in France."

The countess immediately covered her heart and exclaimed: "Oh my God, my Albert, this silly boy..."

"Of course we all believe in Albert's ability, and believe that after joining the Legion, he will be able to make great achievements in battle and rise to the top..."

Roland tried his best to make his words appear "high EQ".

"But why should Albert's courage and ability be used in foreign aggression wars, and let him take such a huge risk?"

As a mother, the Countess immediately accepted Roland's words.

Trembling, she stretched out her hand to Roland: "Eugénie, you are right."

"I can't take the pain of losing Albert any longer."

"So our suggestion is that you and Albert go to the countryside to live for a while, where there is a wide space for you and Albert to make full use of their strengths."

"let me……"

The countess' surprised expression completely gave away her thoughts: I'm afraid she has already considered herself a useless person.

"At that time, I still need your help. I will explain it to you when I arrive at Menglei."

"Monley?"

murmured the Countess.

"I am familiar with this name."

"It seems that a few days ago I was ordering fruit and vegetables and flowers for the summer ball from this company."

"It's almost winter now."

"Yes," Roland replied, "Monley's vegetable planting and vineyards are a large industry that can support hardworking and intelligent people."

"But Albert..."

The countess looked sad, "I never imagined that Albert could be connected with the countryside and the land."

"Not like me..."

"Now, I would rather give my all to turn back time, so that I can return to the small fishing village of the past, and live with a big fishing net and a little catch."

She clearly hoped that all the ups and downs and drama never happened.

"He will, he will love the land."

Roland comforted softly.

"The land is our foundation and the source of strength. We take root in the land, absorb nutrients, and use it to soothe our hearts and heal wounds..."

"After all this, Albert will understand. He will find that only the land is worth fighting for."

"Away from the glitz of the city, the countryside can make him a better person."

With tears in her eyes, the Countess raised her head towards Roland.

"Eugénie, what makes you willing to do all this for us?"

"But whatever the reason, Albert and I are grateful for your kindness."

Facing the countess' question, Roland thought for a while, and answered carefully, in order to avoid touching the terrible wound in the other party's heart as much as possible:

"The reason behind this is actually... I don't think you are wrong."

She is a very smart girl. Even though the producer blocked the entire revenge incident, she relied on the little information she got from Heidi to roughly piece together the de Morcerf couple and the Count of Monte Cristo. Complicated grievances between.

The countess froze there, and the sobs were deeper in her throat. She seemed to want to open her arms and cry bitterly with this strange girl.

But I heard Roland continue to say:

"Yes, I don't think you're wrong."

"You have the right to marry whomever you choose. And no one has the right to blame you for your decision."

"Even if the person you marry hides a dark secret behind it; as the unaware party, you are also a victim."

"Since you have given up the surname and property of Count de Morcerf, you have the right to start over and live in this world with dignity."

The countess silently raised her hands to the sky, and then covered her face.

Tears rolled down from under her hands like broken beads.

"But I was wrong... the best time of my life, all paid for wrongly..."

said the countess, weeping.

"I'm on 'Nakata bit...', a phrase I've heard in the country,"

Roland almost said the wrong thing, so he quickly changed his words.

"Everyone has the past, but if you keep staring at the past and refuse to look into the future, then the branches will never bear the next season's fruit."

"Madam, you are still very young, and you have good health. At this point, you are already luckier than many people in this world."

"What's more, you still have Albert..."

When Roland said this, the Countess no longer had any reason to refuse.

She stretched out her hand to Roland, and said with tears, "Eugénie, good boy, take me to Albert!"

Roland finally breathed a sigh of relief, and said with a smile, "Madam..."

The countess returned the same smile to her, and said softly, "Eugénie, you can call me Mercedes."

On his arrival at Montléry, Albert was shut up in the woodshed.

When it was dark, Albert was brought two loaves of black bread, a jug of water, and even a blanket.

As soon as the items were delivered, the door of the firewood room was immediately re-locked.

Albert was a man who could sleep well in the hands of Roman robbers, and this time he was just as calm.After eating two bites of bread to barely satisfy his hunger, he laughed at himself:

“The food here is really good!”

Although it is not comparable to the life of rich clothes and fine food in the past, it is also slightly better than the days of starving a few days ago.

Albert wrapped himself tightly in the blanket and leaned against the woodshed wall, trying to resist the chill of the night.

“Life here is pretty good too!”

Albert said loudly on purpose, to cheer himself up.

"If only my mother knew that I lived such a good life."

The young man wrapped himself in a blanket and sighed, thinking of what his mother would be worried about when he was trapped in Paris, Albert felt extremely sad.

Suddenly, a clear female voice outside the firewood room let out a long laugh: "Don't worry, I'll know."

Albert listened, it was really Heidi's voice.

The extremely beautiful Greek princess who was always by the Count of Monte Cristo's side brought him all the way from Paris to this... I don't know where;

It's ridiculous that he even regarded Heidi as Eugenie.

Grinding his back molars, he asked, "Don't you think it's hard enough to cheat me?"

"Yes, I think you are not bitter enough."

Heidi's voice answered outside the woodshed.

"Your father owes me, and you will never finish it all your life!"

Albert blurted out: "Father is father, and I am me!"

Heidi said: "God has said that if a person's sins are not finished, let his children and grandchildren pay for it."

Albert: ...?

After all, he was a kind-hearted young man. Once he recalled the tragic past that Heidi had described to him in the small room of the Monte Cristo mansion, he immediately felt sorry for him. After a while, he replied:

"Then how do you want me to compensate?"

The girl sneered: "You will find out tomorrow."

Silent all night.

Early the next morning, the door of the woodshed opened with a bang.An old lame peasant stood at the door, beckoning Albert to follow.

Albert had been frozen in the woodshed all night, and now his whole body was stiff, so he barely stood up, and followed the old farmer to a place like a shed—he smelled the sweet and sweet smell, and his spirits lifted.

The lame old farmer turned his head and saw that Albert was still following him, so he pointed to the earthenware plate which was lying aside.

Only then did Albert notice that there was a round pottery dish in everyone's hands.He quickly took one for himself.

A group of people lined up and walked towards the work shed.There, Albert finally saw the source of the aroma—a huge iron pot in which oatmeal was being boiled.

The porridge is boiled with milk, exuding an attractive milk aroma.

When it was Albert's turn, he handed over the earthenware plate, and the cook who was guarding the side of the big iron pot immediately stretched out a spoon and poured a large spoonful of oatmeal into Albert's earthenware plate.

"Wait, boy, don't go!"

Albert, who was just about to leave with the plate, was stopped by the cook, who added a small piece of butter to his porridge, and sprinkled a little sugar on the porridge with a spoon.

"Thank you, you are very kind."

Albert immediately felt complacent, thinking that he was young, promising, and handsome, and even the cook who met him for the first time was overwhelmed by it.

Unexpectedly, the cook pursed her lips: "Everyone is the same."

Albert looked into the plates of the others, and sure enough, he saw that everyone's oatmeal was topped with a pat of melting butter and sprinkled with a handful of brown sugar.This handful of powdered sugar was forced by the heat of oatmeal, and it released a tempting aroma——

The sugar that the cook gave them turned out to be cinnamon sugar mixed with cinnamon powder.

Albert was amazed: what kind of place was this, surrounded by unremarkable peasants, where he could have such a good breakfast.

Unexpectedly, in addition to this spoonful of porridge, everyone can also get a bun and a piece of fried bacon.

The aroma stimulated Albert's hunger, the young man hurriedly found a place to sit down, and wiped out all the breakfast in front of him.

The lame old farmer was sitting next to Albert, and while envious of the young man's good appetite, he said, "Eat, eat more, it will take a long time to do the work later."

——It turns out that the people here are all doing heavy manual labor.

Well, for the sake of this rather sumptuous breakfast, let's try to help these people with some work.

Thinking of this, Albert looked around for a while, and saw a blind middle-aged man sitting in front of a table in the shed. His wife was sitting beside him, whispering softly, pointing him to explore. Porridge bowl and bread on the tabletop.

Even the disabled are forced to work?

Albert suddenly became angry.

He suddenly had a sense of mission in his heart——God sent him to this place to fight for the injustice of the people who have been treated unfairly here.

Unexpectedly, a radiant beauty walked into the work shed, she covered her face with frost, and asked everyone in authentic French: "Have you finished eating? Go to the field as soon as you finish eating!"

Albert dared not speak out—because this beauty was Heidi, and she was still holding a whip in her hand.Although this horsewhip had never been whipped on him, he still clearly remembered Heidi's ferocious appearance of whipping the whip into the air.

"It turns out that Eugenie is more gentle."

Albert had to admit at this moment that his little green plum might be better in temper.

Everyone stood up, went to the corner to get farm tools, and prepared to work in the field.

Only the blind farmer and his wife sat at the table, continuing to eat as if no one else was around.

Albert was very worried about them.

Albert was also worried about the crippled old farmer—the old farmer limped along with a hoe in his hand.

Albert hurried up, lowered his voice and asked the old farmer who let him out of the woodshed——

"Is there anything I can help you with?"

The old farmer pointed out bluntly: "See that big field over there? My boss told me to reclaim that piece of land as soon as possible. I have to go and hoe all the weeds and thorns on the ground..."

Before the old farmer could finish speaking, Albert took over his hoe, rushed to it, and went to work for others.

If this were in Paris, Albert certainly would not have done it.

He dared not condescend to participate in the labor of ordinary people, because his hands were too white and callusless, and he was ashamed to use them for any labor that required physical dedication.

But this is in the countryside, no one knows him, who cares who he was before?

What makes him even more enthusiastic is the sense of justice that arises spontaneously from the bottom of his heart——

There are people here who are forced to do servitude and cannot resist.If he can help a little more, the burden on others will be lighter.

That's why Albert worked extraordinarily bravely: in just one morning, his hands holding the hoe were worn out with blisters.

"young people……"

The lame old farmer looked at the young man opposite him speechlessly, "Have you never done farm work?"

Albert: You are right.

The old farmer continued: "Using the tools over there is faster and less labor-intensive than using a hoe."

Albert: ...

He can only switch another subject:

"You were forced to work by that woman with a whip. Why didn't you resist and tell the town police?"

The old farmer became more and more speechless: "Young man, that beauty is a friend of our boss's, and she is holding a whip in her hand, and you are the only one who is watching to prevent her from running away!"

Albert: ...

It turned out that Heidi really just forced him to work alone.

Albert's heart was full of resentment, and he continued to work bravely with the hoe in the afternoon. Before dinner in the evening, he felt as if he had been beaten all over his body, and he almost fell apart.

He was directly lying on a piece of newly opened land, and he didn't care about his image any more—surprisingly, he didn't even feel any disturbance in his heart.

After the accident, he had complained countless times in his heart that fate had treated him unfairly. At this moment, he really didn't want to complain anymore—he just wanted a bed for him to rest, and he would surely be able to snore like thunder. Sleep until tomorrow morning.

No more pain, no more self-destruction, no more self-pity, no more confusion about the future.

Right now he really just wants to rest.

"Arise, young man!"

The happy voice of the old farmer sounded in my ears, "Follow everyone to eat together, tonight there is chicken stewed with red wine..."

Albert: Just hearing the name of this dish makes me hungry.

Before getting up, he closed his eyes again and experienced the feeling of lying here.

The ground behind him was warm and supported him perfectly.

Obviously, he had worked desperately all day, but now Albert felt only unspeakable joy in his heart.

Why is this happening?

Could it be...is this the charm of the land?

Albert closed his eyes with satisfaction, temporarily forgetting all the suffering he had experienced.