Grasp the farming script in the famous book

"Did you borrow the money?" Mammy asked Roland after she returned home.

"You actually borrowed money?" Ms. Han Baidie was also very surprised. "In these years, there are still people who can borrow such a large amount of money."

Baidie held on to her beaver leather muff that Roland had borrowed, and she was probably thinking in her heart: It would be fine if she borrowed money from Ruide Braide, but she didn't.

Roland repeatedly asked her not to talk about it everywhere, otherwise the whole of Atlanta would know that she had borrowed money.

Back at Tara—

"Did you really borrow money?" Will asked.

"Scarlett, you..." Wei Xili couldn't ask further.

Wei Xili's wife, Han Meilan strode up and hugged Roland's arm.

"What's wrong with you men? Scarlett said she borrowed it, so she did. Why do you have to act like you don't believe it?"

Roland reached out to pat Melanie's hand and said, "Merry, it's nothing. You also know the world outside. It's really not easy to borrow such a large amount of money."

"Oh, when did even us Scarlett learn to be humble?"

The person who spoke was Scarlett’s second sister, Suellen. She was not pretty, she used to speak in a strange way, and complained so much that no one ever pursued her. At this age, there was only an old bachelor in her 40s. Be her boyfriend.

When Roland set off to borrow money, everyone was against each other, and even Suellen gave Scarlett an Irish lace collar that had been treasured for many years.

But now that the crisis seemed to be over, Suellen relapsed and began to find fault with this beautiful and domineering elder sister.

A faint smile appeared on Roland's face.

"As a matter of fact, the money has not yet been borrowed. Mr. Grunson is coming to Tara tomorrow afternoon to look at the collateral."

As soon as the words fell, Tara's living room immediately became tense.

The men also smoked leisurely in embarrassment. They looked at each other, and finally Will said, "Scarlett, look at the collateral... what does this mean?"

"I mortgaged one of Tara's things."

Roland said lightly.

Wei Xili didn't know what to think of, and his face turned pale.

Roland saw through his conjecture at a glance, and said in a joking tone: "What do you think I mortgaged? If I mortgaged myself, would Mammy allow me to come back alive?"

The atmosphere in the living room was visibly relaxed.

Melanie shot her husband a reproachful look.

Will let out a "huh" laugh.

Mammy appeared at the right moment outside the drawing-room door, looking around majestically, as if wondering who was playing a trick on her.

"Next time we're in Atlanta, Suellen will come with me."

Roland also said solemnly, "In case you blame me for not taking you to see your boyfriend."

Suellen immediately looked down like a teapot with its spout plugged, and said nothing.

On the contrary, Hao Jiale, who had been sitting by the side, gradually responded to Roland's words: "Glenson?"

"Mr. Grunson coming?"

Hao Jiale stood up from the sofa and waved his hands excitedly.

"Let him go and see Ellen... Mr. Grunson, go and see Ellen..."

Everyone in the living room was silent, and everyone looked at Roland.

Roland nodded silently.

"Yes, it's that Grunson."

Mr. Grunson, who agreed to lend money to Roland after looking at the collateral, was the military doctor who treated Ellen for typhoid fever and the deputy of General Sherman.

That was before the fall of Atlanta, and the Confederates near Tara had withdrawn.Neighbors evacuated to safety.The ladies of Tara fell into the hands of typhoid fever.

It was this Mr. Grunson who brought them the medicine, which cured Suellen and Carleen, and at the same time confirmed to Carl Harper that his wife was hopeless.

According to Hao Jiale's evaluation, this Mr. Glenson, "although he is a Yankee", is also a rare gentleman.

Now, seeing Hao Jiale standing up and waving to Roland, asking her to quickly invite someone to take care of his wife's illness—everyone in the living room dared not speak.

Roland twisted the handkerchief in his hands, and Melanie's eyes were red from crying.

"Don't do this, everyone,"

Carleen, the youngest girl in the Hao family, said with a smile on her face, "Mom has always lived in Dad's heart."

"A lot of people are living that way."

This made Roland want to cry even more.

Because Carreen also had a boyfriend who died in Gettysburg.Carreen couldn't forget him either—even though Will had always liked Carreen, the young girl didn't seem to have room for anyone else in her heart anymore.

This damn war caused tens of thousands of deaths, but left more tragic wounds and uglier scars on the living.

"Tomorrow we are going to receive Mr. Glenson. He will be accompanied by me to take a look at the manor. Everyone should have a good rest first."

Roland gave an order, and the people in the living room dispersed, but they didn't really go to rest as Roland said.

Everyone was very nervous, and they were all doing their best to tidy up the inside and outside of Tara Manor, as if Roland mortgaged this house and the land outside the house.

Roland went to meet her "broker cat" at the back of her house.

As soon as they met, Luna immediately hugged Roland's arm tightly with her four limbs.

"Lan Lan didn't take me with her when she went out!"

Roland: "I also regret not taking you with me, but I can't help it. Is there anyone who takes a cat with him when he goes out?"

In a few words she outlined her experience in Atlanta, telling Luna:

"I was really depressed at the time. I was going to negotiate with this man named Ruide, but I didn't know anything about him, and I didn't know what happened between us."

Luna's cat's eyes lit up: "It's a long story, I'll contact the producer right away, and I'll arrange all kinds of 'flashbacks' for you."

"That's not necessary, anyway, I won't be able to see him again in a short time-this man really hates that!"

Luna suddenly laughed: "Lan Lan, this is the unanimous opinion of all the heroines of 'Floating Plane' when they first entered the plane."

Roland sighed: "Is there anyone else who doesn't hate him?"

"Han Meilan doesn't hate him."

Roland snorted and replied, "Han Meilan doesn't hate anyone."

After living together for this period of time, she had a rough idea of ​​everyone's temperament.

"Let's not talk about that." Kitty Maomao raised his head and asked, "Lan Lan, you really borrowed money!"

Roland: ...Did you all make an appointment?

"No, it's just that you didn't in the original book...so everyone was surprised..."

Roland roughly understood - she broke through the story line of the original book, which caused everyone to be surprised in their own way.

"Yes, I said that I could provide a collateral. Mr. Grunson thought it was a novelty, so he agreed to borrow the money. But before borrowing money, he intends to take a look."

After hearing this, Luna hurriedly asked. Once she learned what Roland had mortgaged, even Mao Mao was surprised, and her small mouth opened into an "o" shape.

"Lan Lan, are you planning to use that 'universal card'?"

Kitty Maomao is always suspicious that Roland used the universal card that he had so hard to get.

"The producer of the plane said that you can use the 'universal card' after you meet Mr. Bai."

It seemed that the meeting between Roland and Rhett was the most crucial and unavoidable plot.

"Now you can really do whatever you want with the Master Card. But for a $300 debt, this..."

Luna still felt a little worthless.

"How could that collateral you speak of be on a cotton plantation in Georgia?"

"If you don't use the 'universal card', you are lying, right?"

"Lan Lan, what are you going to do?"

Roland snorted at Maomao, and said two words: "Guess!"

Mr. Grunson arrived the next afternoon.

Hao Jiale had been guarding the gate of the manor early on, and when he saw Mr. Glenson, he jumped up——

"Sir, you go and see Ellen. You go and see Ellen..."

Roland who rushed over after hearing the sound could only pat Jiale's hand and said, "Okay, Dad, don't worry, I'll take Mr. Glenson to see Mom right now."

Jia Le let out a long sigh of relief, put his hands on his heart, and showed a childlike smile.

Roland hurriedly invited the guests into her office first, served the freshly brewed tea, and then apologized softly, saying, "After Mom passed away, Dad has always been like this."

Mr. Grunson, of course, still remembered the women of Tara, and sighed, "Ma'am... please forgive me. The burden of this estate now rests on you alone."

"Yes." Roland looked at the senior military officer who was a military doctor, feeling in his heart:

Everyone in Tara hated the old war, and the Yankees who burned houses, trampled land, robbed money, robbed people . . . everything.

But all admit it: Mr. Grunson is a gentleman through and through.

"The $300 you want to borrow is not a small amount of money." Grenson said to Roland, "Are you planning to use it to rebuild the plantation?"

Roland expressed his melancholy on purpose, and let out a long breath: "It is enough to rebuild the plantation with your own hands, so what money is needed? This money is used to pay the exorbitant taxes imposed on Tara by the new government. "

"$300 in... taxes! A plantation the size of Tara?"

Grunson looked shocked.

His team had been stationed here, and he was well aware of Tara's situation.

Roland lowered his head, pretending to be submissive on purpose, letting Grenson experience the shock for himself.

She knew that Tara's tax money was not owned by Mr. Grunson, and asking for help rashly might backfire.It would be better to let Mr. Grunson wield influence within the state government on his own accord.

"Didn't you come today to see the 'collateral' that Tara gave you?"

"Yes, $300 is a lot of money. Money is very tight all over the South right now. To be honest, if Rhett hadn't asked me to help me with this, I probably wouldn't have made this trip at all."

"However, I also admit that this 'mortgage' you mentioned has aroused my great interest-is it true what you say? On American soil, it is actually true..."

"Please taste it yourself!"

Roland smiled and pushed the teacup in front of Grunson.This is the most complete piece of porcelain in Tara, pure white porcelain without any gaps.

In the pure white teacup, there is a stream of vermilion tea soup.

It turned out to be tea, a good tea.

You know, in the whole south, things like "tea" are almost extinct.

During the war, the Northern Army controlled the port and blocked the southern states. Not to mention tea, the most urgently needed food and medicine in the South could not be brought in.Most of the crude tea, bad tea, broken tea and stalks left in people's hands, some people will dry the tea dregs and then soak them in water, hoping to experience a little tea taste.

The only ones who can drink tea now are the officials sent by the federal government to these southern states, that is, those rich people who made a windfall during the war.

Gronson just picked up the teacup and immediately felt the difference.

The nose is lingering with a rich and moist tea fragrance, which is as sweet as the fragrance of flowers; when you close your eyes, you feel as if you are in a quiet deep valley, surrounded by orchids in full bloom.

Grenson was used to drinking tea with milk or lemon juice, but now he felt that adding anything to this tea soup was a blasphemy against God's creation.

Bow your head and take a sip, the tea soup is soft in the mouth, without the bitter taste of bad tea.

For a moment, Grenson seemed to be back in the easy days before the war.He sat in the armchair, leaned his back on the back of the chair heartily, let out a long breath, savoring the lingering fragrance in his mouth to his heart's content.It wasn't until the dream-like feeling slowly dissipated that the military doctor hurriedly took another sip.

The water was still boiling on the small wood stove by Roland's hand, and the slender firewood and straw were smoldering and burning.Seeing that the water was boiling again, she poured water into the teapot.After the teapot has been filled with water, the color of the tea poured out is still red and bright, without any change.

"Won't... refilling the water dilute the tea?"

"No, this kind of tea will not lose its fragrance even after brewing it seven or eight times."

"Well!"

Grunson was silent.

After drinking two cups in a row, he felt slightly tipsy at this moment, as if what he drank was not tea, but old wine, the best whiskey in Texas.This kind of comfortable drowsiness made him lie lazily in the armchair, not wanting to move.

Roland could see that Mr. Grunson was a little "drunk".

If you drink alcohol, you will get drunk, and if you drink tea, you will also be "tea drunk".Grunson seldom drank tea recently, but suddenly drank extremely delicious black tea, and became a little "drunk" after drinking two cups.

She hastened to ask Grunson to get up and go with her to the plantation to see her "collateral."

"Don't you want to see Tara's tea tree with your own eyes? The place where the tea tree grows is not far from here, please follow me."

"it is good!"

Glenson stood up in satisfaction, and said rather stupefiedly, "I never thought... there are actually tea trees on the land of America..."

Colonists have always only known to import tea from the East, otherwise there would be no "Boston Tea Party", and there would be no independence of the United States.

Who would have imagined that the plant that produces this magical drink grows on the land where cotton should be grown?

While following Roland on the road to Tara, Glenson said, "When Rhett mentioned it to me, I didn't believe it at all."

"The guy just laughed and said you're desperate and trying to get the money. 'Even if Tara doesn't have one, she'll conjure it up for you on the spot.' That's what he said at the time."

"He also urged me to come to your plantation and see the tea trees with my own eyes—how do I feel that even he doesn't quite believe you?"

Roland: ...

She inevitably wanted to grit her teeth again—Rheid didn't believe her at all, he thought she was playing a trick, telling a harmless little lie when she was desperate.

He calculated clearly again, to expose her harmless little lie to the real "gold masters" and make it a big lie.

In the end she had to beg to come to him.

And he figured out that no one would help a liar like her—

The only thing he didn't get right was, Tara, it wasn't just cotton.Tea trees actually grew in her plantation.

A half mile walk from behind Tara's big house came to a river.The low banks are barely submerged in the river when the water is high.

There used to be a bridge here, but it was blown up when the Northern Army came.Fortunately, Roland and Glenson didn't have to cross the river. They walked a hundred steps downstream along the path, where a huge boulder came from nowhere and stood on the bank of the river.

There is an old tree growing behind this boulder, it is not too tall, the trunk is twisted and gnarled, with luxuriant branches and leaves, growing vigorously by the river alone.

There is a piece of bright red velvet cloth tied to this tree, which should be a special mark made by the owner for it.

Old trees grow behind boulders, and the terrain here is not flat enough to be cultivated into good cotton fields.But it is precisely because of this that the tree has been preserved and has not been cut down.

"Is this really... a tea tree?"

Glenson was very surprised, and walked around the old tree, but felt it was a pity: "There is only one tree?"

"How much can such a tea tree produce annually?"

Roland smiled: "There are always more than ten catties of fresh leaves, and when made into tea, it's about... about one catty!"

"One catty..."

Glenson was speechless.

A tea tree with an annual output of one catty of tea is used to mortgage a loan of 300 US dollars.

Did the young widow in front of her think he was stupid?

Roland laughed, "Do you know how much a catty of tea like this can fetch in the auction market in London?"

She reported a number.

Grunson froze in place immediately - the moment of fright had already awakened him from the "tea drunkenness" caused by drinking tea just now.

Grunson was surprised, but Roland said calmly, "This price is nothing more than normal, Mr. Grunson—this is Dahongpao!"

Yes, this old tea tree is not an ordinary tea, it is almost the most famous tea in China.

To be precise, there are only three tea trees that can be called "Dahongpao", which grow in the red conglomerate soil of Wuyi Mountain in Fujian, China.However, in the 22nd century, the laboratory completed the absolute simulation of the growth environment of Dahongpao, which made the "Dahongpao" plants more.

When Roland saw this tea tree in the devastated Tara that day, she couldn't believe her eyes.But her professional background tells her that this is real, not a dream——

The plant is not tall, the branches and leaves are green and lush, and the fragrance is refreshing.Check its tree species, age, status of rhizomes, flowers and leaves one by one.Roland asked himself, if this is not "Da Hong Pao", what could it be?

Perhaps the tea species here were brought from another continent by flying birds across the ocean, fell into the same piece of red soil, and finally took root in the harsh environment behind the boulders.

Perhaps the gold diggers who came to this continent many years ago took cuttings and inserted a tea tree branch and leaf from the other side of the ocean, but they never had a chance to look back at it.

Or maybe this is really just a conscience discovery by the producer of the plane, which made her open the last "treasure box" in Tara, who was at the end of the road——

But the timing of the appearance of the "Dahongpao" was exactly when Roland had just entered the plane and was struggling and frustrated the most.Perhaps God is like this, only leaving a little hope at the end of suffering.

But this hope requires someone with preparation and vision to discover it—if Roland hadn't experienced those "farming planes" before, she wouldn't have the ability to discover this "treasure chest".

Like Tara, people have lived here for generations, walking up and down the river.No one has ever realized that this is actually a tea tree, and its leaves can be brewed into a drink with excellent taste after killing green, roasting and other processes.

People pass by it thousands of times, but never know its value.

Roland can happily tell Luna——

She didn't use that "wild card".

But there is really no way out.

Just when she was about to lose her faith, God let her meet this "old friend".

So she found Tara's last scrap of red velvet from Ellen's collection, and draped it over the sacred tree—it was called the Big Red Robe, after all.

Plane maker.

Chief planner and chief director: "This...what's going on?"

Technical brother: qaq.

"There is a setting error in the algorithm of the plane. There is a piece of red soil that grows cotton in the Tara plantation that is set to the red gravel soil that grows Wuyi rock tea...they are all red."

"The red gravel soil is suitable for the 'Dahongpao', and it just grew out... The previous contestants didn't notice it at all, but I didn't expect this contestant..."

The technical guy looked pitiful.

But the chief planner was suddenly ecstatic: "The setting is good, the setting is wonderful, soon... the plane store can finally launch a new one!"

"Come here, add a chicken leg to this technical guy!" The chief planner waved his hand, "I want n3909."