Grasp the farming script in the famous book

In the Montley plantation, Albert was working hard—he and his companions were going to topdress the land where the last season of vegetables had just been planted, so that the land could regain its "soil fertility" in the shortest possible time.

"Come on, Albert, to lunch."

A farmer came to say hello.

Albert stopped what he was doing, responded with a smile, took out a handkerchief from his pocket, and wiped the sweat from his brow.

After he reacted, he realized that it was not a handkerchief but his gloves that he took out to wipe his sweat.

These days, Albert's daily work is almost completely different from before.

He was tanned and lost the pale complexion he had been so proud of;

His physique has become stronger and stronger, and what he holds in his hand is no longer the fancy epee handed to him by his martial arts teacher, but farm tools.

His behavior is no different from that of a farmer, but he still retains good habits and cannot stand the filthy environment——

It's just that he is no longer used to wearing gloves to go out like the noble young master in the past.

The sweaty, wrinkled glove in his hand seemed to remind him that the past days are far away, and he can never go back.

The peasants' lunch was simple—a dozen or so peasants gathered together, and each took a clay cup.There was a jug of water and a jug of wine in front of them, and besides that, each had only a piece of cheese and a piece of bread.

It's not that the owner is treating them harshly.But it is near winter, the days are short and the nights are long, and no one is interested in eating two hours for lunch.

But because the breakfast was very rich, Albert was not very hungry now.Sit down and eat, just to rest and rehydrate.

"Albert, Albert, someone is looking for you over there!"

Someone called Albert.

"Albert, the person who came to see you is a beautiful woman!"

The others laughed together—Albert was recognized by the peasants as the most "female" character.It seems that all the women look at him differently, which makes the farmers jealous and envious.

Albert smiled triumphantly and said, "That's my mother!"

Although Mrs. Mercedes is 40 years old, she looks like a young woman in her early thirties.Her good looks, her gentle kindness and willingness to help others earned her respect not only at the boarding school but throughout Monley.

This kind of thing happened before, Mercedes came to look for Albert, but the villagers only regarded her as Albert's female companion, and many jokes were made.

But today, when Albert ran in front of someone, he couldn't help but let out a "squeak" and said, "I actually recognized you as my mother!"

The beauty giggled, "My dear son, call me again."

Albert immediately "bah" twice: "Heidi, I have already hid here, and you still want to entertain me."

Heidi looked into Albert's eyes and asked back with a smile: "We just met, how did I entertain you? Come on, tell me?"

Albert rolled his eyes and thought: Isn't this trying to take advantage of me?

He turned away.

Heidi followed him: "Do you want to know about Eugenie?"

Albert: ...Yes, of course.

Albert especially thought about it when he first came to Montléry—but soon he heard that Eugenie was going to marry Andrea.

Albert was naturally very sad.

But the land has this kind of magical power. When Albert put aside all distracting thoughts and devoted himself to tending the land, the wound in his heart tended to heal gradually.

"Eugénie's marriage fell through."

"Andrea is under arrest."

"The Baron Danglars went bankrupt, left his family behind, and ran away."

Albert: ...!

It turned out that Tanglars, like the de Morcerves, had been hit hard.

"Eugénie has paid off all the debts owed by the Tanglar Bank, and now she is completely free."

"Monley's place is still all Eugenie's property."

Albert's shock was palpable.

"I... can't compare to Eugenie..."

Why can Miss Tanglar stand up from the ruins so quickly and steadily?

Heidi continued: "She said that she has a very important matter in Paris recently, and she wants to hand over the entire Montley property to you in the future. Are you willing?"

Albert: ... a hundred and a thousand wills!

"Of course I would!"

He gradually found his place in the countryside and fell in love with the land.

Besides, he was also eager to preserve this connection with Eugenie.

"Okay!" The Greek beauty immediately showed a smug smile.

"The other thing is to inform you that I have obtained Eugenie's consent to come to the resort in Montalli to 'experience life' and will stay here for a while. Therefore, you may see me often recently..."

Albert blushed instantly.

The Greek beauty is going to live next door to him?

This Greek beauty...or his enemy?

His biological father single-handedly caused the tragedy of Heidi's family's destruction;

And Heidi, enduring a fatal blow for many years, sent his father to the trial seat, and finally committed suicide by drinking a bullet.

Albert never thought that he and Heidi could get so close and live in peace.

But Heidi bears such a heavy hatred, and she has come out of the past now—as a man, Albert, how can he continue to show the appearance of a chicken belly?

So Albert stretched out his hand in a friendly way: "Welcome, Miss Heidi. Welcome to Montley."

The two people here just shook hands and made peace, but something happened over there.

"Albert, Albert, the tax officer is here. Eugenie is not here, can you help me deal with it?" The manager of the winery came to Albert for help.

During the past few days of working in Monley, Albert almost let everyone know his strengths at the fastest speed:

He is literate, willing to study, able to understand technology, and willing to patiently answer other people's questions.

He is very good at dealing with people, he is used to talking about people when he sees people, talking nonsense when he sees ghosts, and he is familiar with the "hypocrisy and deception" skills of the upper class in Paris.

When the tax official was in trouble, Albert was immediately pulled to help.

Heidi was also there.

"I'll take care of Eugenie. If you're not helping me, I can sue Eugenie."

Albert glared at Heidi.

Heidi immediately responded and gave Albert a look.

When he saw the tax officer, Albert suddenly felt that the faces he was used to seeing in Paris would come back immediately——

The tax collector was waiting in the winery proudly, seeing that Albert was young and strong, and Heidi was beautiful, so he finally lowered his nostrils facing the sky, so that they faced the two young people in front of him.

"Here is the tax return for all properties in Montalli this year, and the deadline is one month. Hurry up and notify your boss and pay all the taxes."

"so much--"

Albert cried out in surprise when he saw the figure on the tax form.

The tax official asked resentfully, "Is that much?"

Albert immediately said to the manager: "Bring me the tax form from last year, and I'll see how much the winery paid last year? It's impossible for the tax to be more than ten or twenty times higher in different years."

Albert, who got last year's tax form, held up two tax forms and questioned the tax official loudly.

The tax collector, however, displayed nothing but arrogance.

"In the past, it was because of the surname 'Danglar' that I looked at Miss Tanglar's properties differently."

"Now that Tanglar Bank has closed down and Baron Tanglar is gone, no one can help me speak in the House of Commons. Why should I be so polite to you?"

"The taxes underpaid in the past few years, how much underpaid you have to make up for me this year."

"Also, the men and women in Lina Village are no longer allowed to pay taxes under the name of the winery and plantation—they are originally from the village, and from now on they will pay the tax they should pay on a per-capita basis."

"If not, wait for the gendarmes to come to Montley—"

"Your wine cellar should be full of good bars?" The tax official smiled at Albert, "Gendarmes like wine best—"

Albert suddenly became angry, and the scene of the gendarmes rushing into the wine cellar, opening the oak barrels, and getting drunk immediately appeared in his mind.

While in Paris he had heard more than once that the tax collector could do as he pleased in the French countryside.

But that was really out of reach for Albert.

He was the son of a high-ranking officer, the best educated, and knighted as soon as he came of age.He never bothered about taxes for a farmer.

The wailing from the countryside may have been tragic, but it was too far away for Albert.

But now he himself fell from the clouds and landed on the solid ground, becoming an ordinary farmer.He finally had the opportunity to experience all this for himself, to experience the feeling of lying on the chopping board and being slaughtered by others.

Albert was full of blood, and was about to take a step with his fists clenched.

But the person behind him grabbed his wrist violently, unable to move.

"Understood... We will notify the owner and ask her to raise funds as soon as possible and pay all the taxes..."

"Please don't use the gendarmes...not the gendarmes."

The pretty girl answered gently while lowering her head to hide her astonishing beauty.

The tax officer suddenly laughed: "Beauty doesn't want to see the military police—I understand, I understand..."

"That's right, as long as you see the money, everything is easy to talk about..."

Once the tax collector left, Albert shook off Heidi's hand vigorously.

"What are you doing?"

Heidi sneered: "You are the best at fighting the gendarmes. One enemy is many. When the tax officer comes with the gendarmes, I ask you to stand guard in front of the winery alone, okay?"

Albert imagined this scene——

Eugenie's winery and vineyards will definitely be destroyed in his hands, and it must not be played like this.

"No!" Albert shook his head like the most simple old farmer in Lina Village.

At this time, he noticed that many workers from vineyards and plantations were slowly gathering here. Among them were villagers from Lina Village, workers from neighboring villages, and many poor people who had been displaced by Roland in recent years.

"To be honest, we've had enough."

"Yes."

"I don't understand. During the 'great turmoil' years ago, people always said that this country belongs to everyone and we are the masters-but now... the tax officials can squash us with their mouths .”

"What are we? Ants? They trample us to death as soon as they stretch out their feet?"

"Stepping on us, they still eat the crops we grow, wear the cloth we weave... spend us to pay taxes?"

"This is not fair!"

"That's what the club said, we don't have any rights."

When the slogans of "fairness" and "rights" sounded from the crowd, it was like throwing two stones on the calm water, and the ripples spread rapidly to all sides.

"Albert, you are familiar with my master, please say hello and tell my master..."

"We don't plan to live this kind of life!"

Immediately, there was a lot of response, the momentum was huge, and the crowd was excited.

Albert blushed and shook his fist in the air.He suddenly understood the mood when people took to the streets of Paris ten years ago, rushed to the king's elegant palace, and fought for power.

"My friends—you alone, what will you do when the gendarmes come?"

Heidi suddenly asked everyone loudly, and her girlish voice was sharp and everyone could hear it clearly.

A lame old farmer shouted from behind the crowd:

"Just copy the guy and do it—"

"Right, that is it!"

"Seeing that there is no way to survive, do you still have to endure it?"

Heidi asked again: "What if there are too many gendarmes? They still have weapons—"

"This……"

The crowd froze for a moment—they were full of enthusiasm and couldn't solve any practical problems.

Heidi immediately found a table and jumped up so that everyone could see her.Heidi said loudly: "My friends, you are all from the vicinity of the Mont Leary Plain. Have you heard that your neighbors, relatives, friends... have experienced this kind of experience?"

"certainly--"

"My friends, the tax officer just gave us a little time to 'prepare', do you know what to 'prepare' now?"

"Find someone—"

"Yes, find people who have the same experience as you, men and women, as long as they are adults who can speak up and carry weapons, tell them that there will be a resistance movement here, and what we want is not just to expel this bad luck The tax officer, reform the tax system, what we want is our right—"

"As for the weapons used to resist those gendarmes...you don't have to worry, there will be bread, and there will be weapons for fighting."

"Yes--"

"Set off--"

The enthusiasm continued, but now that people knew what to do, the emotion immediately turned into momentum.It seems that everyone's steps are full of strength.

Albert was astonished.

The Heidi in front of him is not the Greek princess who has been sitting in the box of the opera house - this is obviously a fighter!Although she is a woman, she can fight for her rights without hesitation.

"I...how do I feel that you are somewhat similar to Eugenie?"

said Albert, scratching the back of his head as Heidi jumped down from the table.

"Of course," Heidi laughed, "I'm her contemporaries!"

Albert: "Contemporary? Am I not?"

He continued to scratch the back of his head, unable to figure it out.

St. Bernard's House - a branch of the Paris prison, where the most vicious and dangerous prisoners are kept.

Recently, St. Bernard's Court has been surprisingly calm—a young, handsome prisoner was taken in here, and he was slightly injured, but the person who sent him here specifically told him that this person is very, very dangerous.

"Isn't it dangerous to kill someone in front of the military police?"

However, after the young prisoner was imprisoned, rapid changes took place in the Bernard Court.

No sooner had he entered St. Bernard's than the prisoners recognized him as one of his own—some even knew him.

"Benedetto, I followed you when I was in Toulon, do you remember me?"

A young prisoner looked up at Andrea with admiration in his eyes.

Andrea reached out and touched the other person's head, "Of course I remember, little Pedron. I didn't expect you to be escorted to Paris."

Since then, Andrea's diet and daily life have been carefully taken care of, so that he can slowly recover from his injuries.

St. Bernard's courtyard is full of legends about Andrea——

"Have you heard that he led the convict riot in Toulon?"

"Then can he lead us to riot and escape from here?"

There was a crisp sound of "pa", and the person who asked the question was slapped, "Are you stupid?"

"Can the dungeon at Toulon be compared to the guards at St. Bernard's Court?"

"Then why do you still value him so much? He can't take us out."

"You don't understand that—it's the thought, the thought! Do you understand?"

The prisoners who had been slapped stayed where they were, watching the prisoners who were originally vicious treat Andrea like a saint.

But the truth is also easy to understand: In this world, Andrea should be the only one who dares to stand up for the basic rights of prisoners, right?

Besides, what if?What if he followed Andrea and escaped like he did last time?

"Andrea, someone is here to see you."

Andrea covered the wound that had almost healed, got up slowly, still pretending to be seriously injured, and moved out of the collective cell with the guards.

"There must be righteous people out there rescuing Benedetto."

The prisoners who watched Andrea leave all sighed with emotion.

Those who were waiting in the private meeting room were not righteous people who came to rescue them.

"Mr. Butler?"

Andrea expressed surprise.

It took him a while to recognize that the person opposite was Bertuccio, the steward of the Count of Monte Cristo.

"The Earl reminded me that you may not know my identity very well."

Bertuccio sat opposite Andrea, looking at the young man in front of him with mixed feelings.

"I am your adoptive father."

"I came today to tell you who your biological father is."

……

Andrea opened his eyes wide, and then blinked many times in a row.

"So it was he—"

"That sanctimonious gentleman!"

“Fun and interesting!”

Andrea's frank expression really frightened the housekeeper from Corsica.

"Then... what about my mother?"

What Bertuccio didn't want to say at first, was frightened by Andrea, and blurted out the secret in his heart: "Madame Tanglar!"

Andrea stayed where she was, and it took a long time before she spoke, and said, "So that's the reason—"

"What a pity!"

The free and easy young man immediately shook his head, and his beautiful short blond hair flicked in the air.

He immediately put all these melancholy behind him, looked at Bertuccio and said, "Then, dear adoptive father, the purpose of you coming to tell me all this is..."

Bertuccio sighed and said: "My lord invites you to join his plan."