Grasp the farming script in the famous book

"Floating plane" discussion area.

Everyone is listless.

"It's gone, Scarlett has run away, why are we still waiting here?"

"Floating Plane" is a classic plane among the famous planes, and audiences who love it deeply love it.

But not every contestant can control the characters in the plane, especially the heroine Scarlett Scarlett-this character is extremely brilliant when it shines, and there are many very successful examples in history.But if you encounter an inappropriate candidate, it is easy to "paint a tiger but not an anti-dog".

This season's plane is like this, "Scarlett Scarlett" quit directly when the plane was just halfway through, and "run away".

"and many more--"

"The producer gave a notice!"

In the blink of an eye, all the viewers who remained in the discussion area were notified that the original player who had retired would be replaced by a powerful player, and the "reality show" would continue on this plane.

"Her abilities are extraordinary, and she once won the highest score in the history of 'Arrogant Plane'; she just won the title of 'Audience's Favorite Contestant' in the latest season of 'Monte Cristo Plane', and was praised by all audiences .”

"She is fully capable of inheriting the story structure left by the former contestants and filling the 'big hole' dug by the former contestants. She will lead the audience to the happy ending of the story."

The audience was not very moved by the promotional "soft article" provided by the producer of the plane, and they all expressed their pessimism about the prospect.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, a large number of audiences from other places poured into the discussion area.

"Lan Lan flies bravely, we will always be together!"

These are naturally Roland's die-hard fans. Wherever Roland goes, they follow him.

"Oh, what plane did I say it was, but it turned out to be 'Floating Plane'!"

"God, this suits Miss Roland so well!"

"Doesn't the Hao family have a plantation? What's it called?"

"The Hao family's is called 'Tara', 'Tara' manor. There is also a Wei family's manor called 'Twelve Oaks' nearby. It must have been burned by the Northern Army at this moment."

"Yes, this is clearly a 'farming' plane! It is most suitable for farming players."

Some of the new audiences overlap with the audience of "Gone with the Wind", and have a considerable understanding of the story of "Gone with the Wind".

But other new viewers not only didn't know much about the original story, but were rather critical:

"Hey, this is the most shabby plane souvenir shop I've ever seen."

"There are no souvenirs for sale here?"

"There are, but the quantity and quality are pathetic—tsk, tsk, what are these? Corn whiskey? Baked pies?  …It looks so unappetizing."

"Ah, I miss the last plane, white asparagus with hollandaise sauce, chicken stewed in red wine, black truffle sausage, salt-baked chicken... Don't stop me, I'm going back to place an order!"

The original audience was stunned by the sudden excitement: What's going on?

A group of foodies suddenly poured in from another plane?

"Guys, everyone, hurry up and get into the plot. Don't forget, this plane is already 'half floating', and there is no warm-up period."

"Okay, okay, support Roland."

"Hurry up and find a little Mazar to sit down and watch!"

In the plane, Roland didn't even know that she had a large audience pouring in.

She was sitting on the wooden steps behind the Tara manor house now, thinking about how to face reality——

Now, she somewhat understood why the last contestant had to "run away": the chief planner of this plane earlier said nothing but lies, and it was completely false propaganda.

The identity of her entering this plane is Scarlett Scarlett, the eldest daughter of the owner of Tara Manor, Hao Jiale.

Indeed, as the chief planner said, the Hao family has a huge manor, a vast red cotton field, and a spacious big house, but...

On the road leading to the cotton field, deep ruts can be seen everywhere - as soon as Roland closed his eyes, he could imagine heavy iron cannons being drawn by horses.

The cotton field has been trampled by countless feet, and this season's cotton field is definitely a failure.The fields and roads were littered with things used by the soldiers—torn shoes with big holes, smelly socks, bloody bandages or rags, missing gun caps, trampled saddles, belts , scattered wheels...everything related to marching that the world can imagine.

Tara Manor once entertained uninvited guests, and then these guests rolled across Tara in smoke and went to wider lands, setting more fires along the way, burning more manors, and trampling more good fields.

It is simply a miracle that the Tara Manor where Roland is now was not burned down——

According to the information provided by the producer of the plane, this is because the northern army occupied the Hao family's mansion and used it as the headquarters.The Hao family saved the house and the people in it.

Roland sighed deeply.

The ideal in front of the entrance is very full, come in and take a look-this place is really skinny.

For Roland, once she can own a piece of land and make sure that the property rights of the land are her own and the output belongs to herself, she can immediately start to turn this land into a fertile field with good yields—

But now it seems that even if she does it right away, the appearance of Liangtian... probably will have to wait for a while.

Now she sits alone in the back of the house, where a road leads to a cedar forest and a low brick wall behind the Hao family cemetery.

There were three of Scarlett's younger brothers buried there, and a new grave had just been filled there recently—that of Scarlett's mother, Ellen.She died of typhoid not long ago.

In one of the rooms of the house behind her lay her two younger sisters, Suellen and Carleen, slowly recovering from typhoid fever.

It's not just her sister who is in poor health and can't work.

Her sister-in-law, Han Meilan, is in the stage of postpartum care, lying on the bed dying every day, and may die at any time——

Melanie was brought out of the burning city the day Atlanta fell, and she had promised Melanie's husband that she would take good care of them—Melanie and her child Beau, a newborn, like Babies as frail as kittens.

Why would she promise Melanie's husband to take care of Melanie?

Roland reached out and rubbed his eyebrows.

Shouldn't it be the responsibility of a husband to take care of his wife and children?How can there be a widowed sister-in-law to take care of my sister-in-law?

Roland didn't understand.

The floor beside her suddenly creaked.

An old man with a short stature and a solid appearance came to Roland, moved his lips, and called out a name after a long time: "Ellen—"

Roland quickly put a very light, almost transparent earring on his earlobe.

In an instant, this earring seemed to penetrate into her skin and disappear from then on, or it was deeply rooted in her blood.

She immediately stood up and reached out to hold the old man's hand.

This is her father, Hao Jiale.

She held the old man's hand, and suddenly found that under the seemingly solid appearance was a completely decayed and empty body.

Hao Jiale patted Roland's hand and said, "So it's Scarlett!"

"Scarlett, why hasn't Ellen come back?"

Roland felt a sudden soreness in his heart. Facing the old man whom he met for the first time, Roland finally felt a subtle attachment in his heart—he was Scarlett Scarlett's father.The "Ellen" in his mouth was Scarlett's mother who was already lying in the new grave.

After her mother left, her father walked up and down Tara Manor every day, but there was only a body left like a walking dead.Hao Jiale had already completely followed his wife's departure.

"Scarlett, remember to wait for Ellen to come back before eating—"

Hao Jiale turned and left without waiting for Roland to respond to him.The Irishman's short stride made the floorboards creak again, but it was enough to make one feel that his steps were faltering and faltering.

Roland: ...

Father's sanity is not clear enough, and he can no longer support the family. Now she is the head of the family that everyone relies on.

This terrifying plane, like a tragic picture scroll, has just opened a corner to Roland, and there are more waiting for her to save.

The overriding issue is obviously survival.

Roland counted, there are fifteen people in the whole family: Jiale, her and two sick sisters, her child Wade, Melanie mother and son, seven black people, big and small.

In the whole family, there are very few laborers: Jiale has mental problems, and her two younger sisters and Melanie are both sick. Excluding the children, there are only a handful of strong laborers.

A man named Polk used to serve Hao Jiale as a manservant.He is very sensitive to his occupation and thinks that he is not a person who does "outdoor work", so he refuses to farm in any way.

The other was the nun who had served Ellen as long as she was alive, and she had brought up Scarlett.Mammy is almost half a mother to her—even with Tara's current difficult conditions, Mammy still reminds Roland from time to time: don't let the skin on your hands be roughened, don't let the skin be sunburned Kuro...don't casually smile at a man you don't know...

This kind of meaningless "upbringing" often made Roland feel frustrated.

Besides these two, there were only Polk's wife, Dilsey, and their daughter, Prissy.Dilsey had just given birth and was unable to do heavy work, but was able to feed Melanie's baby because Melanie had no milk herself.

Prissy is Scarlett's own maid and is only 14 years old.Roland couldn't put down his face and let a girl at such an age do heavy work.

Tara's supplies are extremely scarce.

They had used up almost all the candles, and Mammy had lighted a scrap of fat from bacon tied with rags to barely light it, so that there was always a foul stench in the room.

Roland decisively ordered the pig to be slaughtered—this was another "false propaganda" by the producer. Even if it wasn't slaughtered, the pig might die at any time.

She ran to the room where Tara used to store munitions when she was the command post. In the corner, she found a little salt and nitrate.

After people had a full meal of the pork that was too old to chew, Roland salted the remaining meat and hung it under the beams of the house.

She tans pigskins with her own hands—skins that can be turned into shoes for people's feet.Even if it is impossible to make such exquisite and polished leather shoes, it is enough to patch up all the holes now.

Polk reminded Roland: They still have sweet potatoes.

This news was life-saving for Roland.She hurriedly took Polk and Prissy to dig out all the existing sweet potatoes.

"Pocke, bury these sweet potatoes in the ground, and build a fire on the ground."

Roland carefully counted the just enough sweet potatoes—she tried to pick out the ones that were damaged on the surface or the color was not good, and used them for food first.

Prissy complied, and waited until the fire had died down before digging the sweet potatoes out of the ashes—sweetness and moisture locked in the rough skin of the sweet potatoes, which tasted better than boiled sweet potatoes.

Roland himself didn't bother to taste these foods at all.

She swallowed her share of sweet potatoes in two mouthfuls, put a pan on her back, and took Prissy to pick up horse dung on the road.

Pulissy cried while picking it up: "Miss Scarlett, I am your maid, you can't let me do this!"

Roland suddenly became angry, thinking: Even I am doing this now...

She immediately reprimanded in a rough voice: "Shut up, Prissy! If Mrs. Wei could get out of bed, she would stand beside me without saying a word, pick up the horse dung ball with both hands, and throw it at me. In the basket on my back..."

After saying this, Roland suddenly froze:

Mrs. Wei is Melanie. In fact, ever since Roland wore the "implanted emotion", she naturally developed a feeling of "jealousy + disgust" towards Melanie.

But what she said just now was from the bottom of her heart. She thought from the bottom of her heart that Melanie would not have any complaints. Melanie would do whatever she needed, not to mention picking up horse manure, even if it was to kill people...

So Prissy reached out to pick up horse dung, crying, and Roland did the same with his own hands.The two of them did not return to Tara until they had filled the panniers with horse manure.

It was almost dark at this time, but Roland knew she couldn't stop.

She went to get the sickle again, and came back with two baskets of grass, which, together with the horse manure, were spread on the land in front of Tara's big house.

It was already dark at this time, Roland gritted his teeth and decided to give it a go.She lit a handful of firewood in front of the house for lighting, and continued to work by herself.

She spread all the sweet potatoes that were picked out in advance and suitable for potato seeds on these fertilizers, and then covered them with a layer of fine sand.

Prissy just sat and watched while she did the farm work.

The little black girl yawned big and asked, "Miss...why are you in such a hurry? It's not too late to do it tomorrow."

Roland was already sweating, but she said loudly: "If you want not to starve before winter, you have to do this! We worked hard all night today, and we won't be so embarrassed in the days to come..."

Farming is like this -

Farming has always been a hard job, and the purpose is to provide a guarantee for the future.

What she is doing now is raising sweet potato seedlings—the sandy land in front of Tara's big house is sunny, high-lying, and well-drained, which is the most suitable place for sweet potato seedling raising.

She wants to plant another season of sweet potatoes before winter comes.When the land was no longer suitable for growing anything, they still kept enough food in their cellars.

Even if she needs to work all night, in order not to go hungry in winter, she has to keep doing this job.

Roland is such a person. When she is doing farm work, she will throw away all distracting thoughts. She will not be aware of hunger, fatigue, pain... She only has the land and crops in her eyes.

When she finally covered the last piece of fine soil and threw the tools aside, Roland realized that his body was sore and his forehead was covered with a thin layer of sweat.

"Scarlett, is there anything I can do for you?"

A thin voice sounded from the corridor behind him.

Roland turned his head abruptly, and found that Prissy had already fallen asleep sitting on the steps of the corridor.The person who was speaking now was pale, thin and small, with a pair of big eyes reflecting the light of the fire, like will-o'-the-wisps...it turned out to be Melanie.

"Meli 1 you..."

Roland: ...It's very annoying!

She could already imagine the plot of the story: Melanie worked hard, then fell ill again, and Tara's people had to be distracted to take care of her...

But Melanie said firmly, "Scarlett, I can't just stand by and watch you while you work all night..."

Roland stared at her for a while, then suddenly smiled.

——A helper sent to the door for nothing is not for nothing.

"Come on, Merry, help me!"

Melanie was sick, and when she heard Roland calling her, she immediately showed a little resolute expression.

Unexpectedly, Roland went to the fire to draw a piece of firewood for her, and asked her to hold it as a torch for lighting - Tara's candles have all been used up, and the little lard that has just been boiled can only be used for the two sisters. illumination.

Now with Melanie's help, light finally appeared in Tara's dark room, and the shadows of Melanie and Roland were reflected on Tara's walls, growing and shrinking.

Roland walked into the house by himself, and dragged out all of Tara's rugs with the last of his strength, and spread them on top of the sweet potato seedlings she had tidied up just now.

These carpets were carefully purchased by the hostess Ellen. In the past year, countless people have walked on them, many people fell down on them to sleep exhaustedly, and some even breathed out on these carpets. The last breath of life...

These carpets are now covered with dust, phlegm and dried blood stains, where soot has scalded and scorched holes after holes.

But they are still tasteful rugs that are thick, warm, and water-retaining.

They cover the sweet potato seedlings under the ground, keeping them warm, insulated, and moisturizing... They can still be used to keep Tara alive.