Grasp the farming script in the famous book

Climbing up from the newly reclaimed land that still exudes fragrance, Albert followed the rough farmers to take a bath.

After bidding farewell to the luxurious bathtub in the Grand Palace in Paris, this was the first time Albert tried to use a wooden ladle to wash his body with cold water.

The water is not as cool as expected, but it still feels warm when washing.The dirt in his whole body was washed away bit by bit by this warm and cool spring.

Albert came out of the men's collective bathroom, changed into clean clothes, and followed the aroma of the food to find the food shed.

At this time, he has long forgotten what dining etiquette is. He just wants to hold the thick porcelain plate that everyone here loves to use, tear a large piece of bread with his hands, and quickly swallow it with the incomparably delicious soup. , to feast on.

"The young man worked very hard today!"

"Here, this is for you."

The old lame peasant limped up to Albert, holding a saucer in his hand.

On the plate was the rabbit leg meat marinated with spices and then air-dried. It had already been shaved into slices as thin as a cicada's wings. The surface of the rabbit meat was still covered with white flakes of solidified oil little by little. Albert couldn't help it. Swallowed another mouthful of saliva——

From this point of view, what are the luxurious dinners he had in Paris before?

"Thank you!"

Albert gobbled up all the food, and only thought of thanking the old farmer when all the food was in his stomach.

At this time, a bonfire was lit outside the shed, and someone played the accordion.Immediately, singing and applause sounded.People danced outside around the campfire.

"Young man, don't you want to dance outside and have some fun?"

Albert smiled wryly and shook his head. After he was full, he felt that his limbs were really beaten, and it was difficult for him to lift another little finger.

However, hearing the music outside, Albert felt a little itchy in his heart.

He remembered the time when he participated in the carnival in Rome. He walked the streets in peasant clothes, danced with strangers, laughed heartily, and tried his best to extinguish the candles in other people's hands...

He originally thought that he could only dance waltzes and gallops forever, but now, he actually felt that the music outside was so cheerful that people couldn't help but want to jump along with it—if his arms, limbs And if you have the strength to lift it up.

The old farmer beside him suddenly smiled: "Then I will take you to your residence to have a look."

"residence?"

Albert was frightened—isn't his dwelling a woodshed?Where is the second residence.

"It's the place our boss arranged for you—the boss and the overseer who escorted you here are not the same person. Although they are both rare beauties."

Albert: ...?

So, this piece of land is not owned by Heidi or the Count of Monte Cristo?

He asked this question, but the old farmer only said, "Boss, you will see him in two days."

"When my boss first came here, I, an old man, even spoke badly to her, thinking that she wouldn't know how to farm at all... Now that I see such a large property, I think back then, I was so blind!"

"So... you were not arrested for labor?"

Albert still wanted to be sure.

"Labor labor? Captured?"

The lame old farmer couldn't bear it any longer and laughed out loud.

This made Albert feel somewhat ashamed and ashamed.

What had he misunderstood the owner of this land?

"Without our owner, Lina Village would never be what it is today."

"We're probably still struggling to pay our taxes."

"Don't mention hard labor, everyone here is willing to work for the master."

"Her little brain doesn't know how to grow, and she always has wonderful ideas, which can teach us how to farm the land."

"It is said that us old men are already very old. You may want to ask, you don't know how to farm, and you want a little girl to teach you?"

The old farmer seemed to have opened up a chatterbox and couldn't stop at all.

"But the fact is that, no one knows as much as our master, and no one knows how to cultivate land like our master."

"Did you see the Gaspar couple?"

"Gaspar went to the battlefield when he was young, and his eyes were injured. At first, everyone thought he was a useless person. When his master came, he taught him to grow the white asparagus in the village...He and Anna are living a happy life now Better than anyone else, everyone envies."

Albert thought of the intimate couple at the breakfast table, and suddenly made an expression of enlightenment.

"Did you see the vineyard next door? The previous owner resold the vineyard as soon as he changed hands because the grapes fell ill."

"It's only been a year since this garden was handed over to our owner. Guess what?"

"—Okay! Grape's disease is cured!"

"..."

The old man continued talking endlessly, and finally helped Albert describe a general impression in his mind: the kind beauty is omnipotent in the matter of "farming".

While talking, the old farmer brought Albert to an old house built of stones.

"Go, you live here."

Albert pushed the door open as he said, and the ancient wooden door creaked.

An oil lamp has been lit in the house, illuminating a very simple small study.

"Our master will stay here temporarily when he comes to Montley."

"She let go and asked you to live here for now."

Albert thanked the old man and went into the little study.

The layout of the study is very simple - a writing desk made of oak, with oil lamps, paper pens and inks and the like.Next to the writing desk is a bookshelf. There are many books on the shelf, but most of them are copied manuscripts and notes.

Behind the desk was a single bed with spotlessly laundered muslin sheets.

Albert reached out and touched it to confirm that it was not new, but it was extremely soft and comfortable in his hand.Albert seems to be one step closer to the mysterious woman who owns this land, and realizes that she has the simplest and most simple way of life, and a rich spiritual life unimaginable by others.

Albert reached for the bookshelf, picked out a few books to read, and found that they were all about agriculture and planting.

He looked at the manuscripts and notes again, and found that many of them were hand-excerpted from books borrowed from large libraries, and added comments and notes.

Others are a complete summation of life on the farm at Mont Leary.

Albert stared blankly, forgetting for a moment the exhaustion of his body.

He never thought that someone could farm like this—his face was hot, as if he had slapped himself several times.

Out of the most basic etiquette, he never showed contempt for the peasants on the surface, but he looked down on these people in his heart: he could do it with a little physical strength-Albert always thought this way, just as he did today during the day, with a With brute force, he worked until he was exhausted to death.

But now, looking through these notes, he realizes that there are so many ways to farm, which is completely comparable to a science.

If you just use brute force without thinking, then the whole Lina village, the whole Montley, may still be struggling as the old farmer said.

For the first time, Albert felt that a window had been opened in his life.

"Others can, why can't I?"

The "employee" mentioned by the old farmer is still a girl. He is a majestic seven-foot man, a bit taller than Napoleon Bonaparte. Why can't he be patient and work hard here?

If he works hard for a few years, maybe he can achieve such an achievement.

Albert thought about it, and couldn't help dancing, ignoring the heavy fatigue of his limbs and bones, and continued to read the notes left by his "employee".

Suddenly, Albert felt that the handwriting in this note seemed familiar.

He seems to have exchanged quite a few letters with the owner of the note.

Albert suddenly closed the book in front of him, and looked blankly at the ancient stone house.The interior walls of the stone house have been freshly painted with plaster, which makes the interior of this stone house look tidy.

"Could it be that the owner here is...she?"

When Mercedes came to Montléry, Albert was working in the fields with the farmers of Linas.

They have recultivated several ridges of land, and are preparing to plant another season of vegetables when the cold winter approaches—these vegetables are served on the tables in Paris when they are most scarce, so the villagers will be rewarded for their labor. return.

"Mother--"

Seeing the woman coming down from the carriage in the distance, Albert almost thought he was dazzled, dropped the hoe in his hand, and immediately rushed towards Mercedes.

"Albert, my dear boy, how have you been...?"

A mother is always more concerned about her son's situation than her own.

She held Albert's hand, and was surprised that her son's hands had changed—the white hands that were always gloved in the past, were once worn out with blisters, and when the blisters burst, they were raised again... Now they have changed It became a thin cocoon.

And Albert's always optimistic and cheerful face was reddened, but he looked healthier.The storm caused by the great changes at home had disappeared from his face, and the good mood shone brightly on Mercedes like the warm winter sun.

Sure enough, in just a few days, the land has gradually recovered Albert, rekindling his fighting spirit for life.

Mercedes was very relieved by this.

"Mom, I'm doing well. It's really not better than it is now. Mom... who sent you here?"

"It's Eugenie."

The coachman came from behind Mercedes and picked up two light suitcases—this was all Mercedes' belongings.

"Eugénie sent me here, and she wanted to introduce me to a boarding school for girls near here. She thought I could teach grammar or painting here."

"Mom, this is great."

In front of Mercedes, Albert is still a child.He scrambled to lift the box for his mother, and said to her, "Mom, I have made a lot of friends here. I have learned a lot of things that I never knew before."

"Mom, I think, I like it here already."

"Son, that's good..."

The mother and son supported each other and went away. They didn't notice at all that there was an ordinary-looking stagecoach parked by the roadside far behind.

In the car, the Count of Monte Cristo faced Heidi: "You and Eugenie arranged all this together?"

Heidi nodded: "But mainly Eugenie."

The Count nodded silently.

"My lord, would you like to see the count... would you like to see Madame Mercedes?"

The count pondered for a while, then suddenly said: "Yes, but not now."

He still can't seem to muster up the courage to face the two people who were hurt because of him.

"But I have something to tell you. You said that in France I am free."

The count raised his head and looked at Heidi carefully: "Yes, my daughter. As I said, once you set foot on French soil, you will be free."

Heidi smiled: "Although I really want to spend more time with you, I want to live in Lina Village for a while."

The count raised his thick black eyebrows: "Because of Albert?"

Heidi turned her head away with a smile: "My lord, you underestimate me."

Not every decision a woman makes is based on a relationship between a man and a woman.

"Before joining forces with you because of the hatred of the previous generation, I was like a never-ending cloud in the sky. I go with the wind and don't want to stop because of anyone and anything... You know my personality. "

The count nodded silently, expressing his understanding.

"But this friend of mine changed me. She made me realize the beauty of the land, the beauty of the four seasons, and the beauty of labor. I want to stay here because I want to take this opportunity to stay away from the hustle and bustle of Paris. In the short time left, Experience this place...to regain peace of mind."

The count turned his head away, looking at the endless Montley plain in the distance, and the tall tower standing on the plain.

"There is not much time left..."

His sigh was a bit sad, as if hope was fading away little by little.

"My dear child, I respect your decision."

"So starting today, you need to go back to Paris alone, and face those people and things that give you a headache."

Heidi's bright eyes fixed on the count closely, and there was more or less sympathy in her eyes.

The count immediately smiled wryly, and said, "Thank you, Heidi. I'm also very happy. In this world, there used to be someone like you who understood me completely..."

"—People who are also forced to experience the taste of 'hate'."

Heidi stretched out her hand, the earl gently held it, and kissed the back of her hand.

"If you really need it, go talk to Eugenie." Heidi sent a piece of advice.

"I think if there is really one person in this plane who can solve your seemingly unsolvable deadlock - I think it's only her."

The count lowered his eyes: "I will."

"Take care of yourself." The earl finally ordered.

Heidi answered with a smile: "And Mrs. Mercedes."

A flush of excitement appeared on the count's face at the right time, but the flush was fleeting, and a more serious expression replaced this little bit of soft, human emotion.

That night, Mercedes and Albert had a heart-to-heart talk.

"Mother, do you think Eugénie ... will come to Montléry?"

The innocent Albert still had a little bit of hope in his heart.

Mercedes was relieved now, and she had a slight smile on her face.But when she heard her son's question, she still couldn't help feeling emotional.

"Albert, my child, you have said that you can't get along with Eugenie all these years, but you still think about her in your heart..."

Albert: "Where is it? How did I say that we can't get along?"

Mercedes shook her head helplessly and said: "No, Albert, you are not worthy of her."

Albert suddenly lowered his head and sighed in pain, knowing that his mother was right—he was indeed not worthy of her.

Mercedes's mind was not so simple.

She knows what happened in the past, and who is the chief culprit who pushed the Count of Monte Cristo into desperation.Therefore, it is also clear that the Danglars' family may hardly avoid the bad luck that the de Morcerf family once encountered after this.

That girl can say "I don't think you are at fault" when comforting others, but when bad luck really befalls her, can she still maintain that calmness and composure?

Albert felt deeply regretful: "Is Eugenie really going to marry that flamboyant prince? Baron Danglars seems to only fancy him."

After hearing this, Mercedes shook her head and smiled boldly: "No, I won't—"

"Viscount Andrea Cavalcanti is also unworthy of Eugenie."

Andrea sneezed twice and asked herself, "Who is talking about me?"

"Quick, it's your turn!"

The companion pushed Andrea, and stuffed a simple microphone rolled out of a hard cardboard into Andrea's hand.

Andrea cheered up, and jumped onto the base of the monument with the microphone in hand.

The place where he stands was still a fortified fortress—the Bastille—50 years ago.

The fortress of the year has long been razed to the ground, and now a monument has been erected here to commemorate the people who stood up against the monarchy and the tyranny that the monarch brought to this country.

"My friends, we stand where 50 years ago it was a fortress that held prisoners and suppressed those who dared to speak out."

"But in those 50 years, the country has seen a lot of change."

"We have finally figured out the truth that the parliament and the people who rule the country should represent the people."

"But now the parliament is dominated by the big bourgeoisie, tens of thousands of ordinary people are clearly oppressed, but the status quo cannot be changed. What do you think we should do?"

The crowd gathered in front of the monument let out a roar.

"It is true that there are only two possible solutions to this situation. One is to restrict conquest through legislation, strive to expand the right to vote, and elect people who can represent our interests into Parliament;"

"If this can't be done, sorry, we have only one way left - an armed uprising, dissolving the parliament directly, and forming a new government..."

Before Andrea could finish speaking, he suddenly heard several fierce whistles in the distance.Standing tall and looking far away, he saw the policemen from the brigade approaching at a glance, and immediately let out a long laugh:

"Yes, my friends, the lackeys of the bankers, bureaucrats and warlords are here. Everyone follow the established route and get out of here quickly!"

An evacuation plan had been made before the gathering, and Andrea yelled, and the people gathered in front of the monument immediately dispersed in all directions.

Andrea stayed on the pedestal of the monument, observing the movements of the police.

At a glance, he saw that a large number of policemen didn't care about the ordinary people running away, but quickly passed through the crowd and rushed directly to the monument.

Andrea cursed "Damn", and said to the backbones around him, "Go, it's for us."