Grasp the farming script in the famous book

The only pity is that the "Da Hong Pao", which has an absolutely lofty status in the 22nd century, has never been heard of by a Yankee in the plane.

Mr. Glenson looked at the old tea tree with a red cloth tied on the trunk, and nodded with a smile: "This name is very beautiful—Madam, you named this tree according to its current appearance."

Roland: ...

"It's a pity that there is only one plant. The output is really limited."

Roland wanted to persuade Glenson to go to the auction house in the north to inquire about the price of the best quality tea, but when she heard what the other party said, she smiled again and pointed to the other side.

Glenson looked back: on a small piece of land behind him, there were many seedlings growing—the leaves of these seedlings were exactly the same as the old tea trees.

"You probably don't know that tea trees are propagated by cuttings."

As far as Roland knew, the tea tree could wait for it to bloom and bear fruit naturally, and then sow the seeds to germinate.

But the best way to plant tea trees is vegetative propagation and cutting seedlings.In this way, the characteristics and flavor of the old tree can be kept to the greatest extent - the new seedlings bred in this way are not the descendants of the old tree, but the old tree itself.

Roland explained to him in detail how the young leaves picked from the tea tree were made into tea.She spoke in such detail that Grenson could hear only half of it.

But he had just tasted such a fine tea roasted in this way as he had never seen and drunk in his life.

"Within five years, the output of Tara tea leaves can be increased to ten catties; after ten years, it will become a tea garden producing one hundred catties of top-quality tea."

"And the tea plantation land will not occupy the cotton land. It only takes one year for Tara to be restored to a plantation with an annual output of [-] bales of cotton."

"Mr. Grunson, can you understand me?"

Roland said earnestly.

"In the whole of the South, no one knows how to take care of these small tea trees; no one knows how to roast tea."

"Now every manor is short of manpower. Except for me, no one knows how to harvest the entire manor's cotton with the least manpower."

"So I really don't want to be forced to sell Tara, who has unlimited potential, for just $300."

"Will you help me?"

Faced with such a sincere request, Grenson felt unable to refuse.

Although he himself doesn't know much about tea, he has heard that good tea can be sold for sky-high prices—just like truffles that are popular in continental Europe.

But Grenson was still curious: "Ma'am, how did you learn to take care of tea trees, and how did you know how to make tea?"

These technologies all come from the East, from China—Gronson wondered how a manor's daughter could know so much.

Roland replied bluntly: "You don't need to understand the process, you've already tasted the result, haven't you?"

Grunson: That's irrefutable.

He was also very straightforward, nodded and said: "That's easy to say. I have seen the 'collateral' you provided, and now I trust you quite a bit. I believe you can earn back the $300 in the shortest possible time."

Roland walked slowly back with Grunson.

"But I still want to ask about taxes."

He was puzzled by the fact that Tara had to pay $300 in taxes.

"It is impossible for your plantation to pay so much tax whether it is based on land area or production. Is there any misunderstanding?"

"No misunderstanding."

Roland said affirmatively, "The tax notice we received clearly states that $300 must not be less."

"That's weird. I don't know exactly how the state government works, but I don't think they charge such high taxes."

The war had just ended and nobody had that much money.If the state government messes up, all the people on the land will leave their land and run to Mexico, so what will happen to the state's economy?

They were now very close to Tara's big house.Roland heard Mammy talking in front of the house.

"Amy Slattery?"

"How did you have the face to come to Tara after Miss Ellen died?"

is her? ——Roland felt contempt in his heart.

She remembered quickly.This Amy was the unmarried girl who had sex with Jonas, her overseer.It was also this Amy who passed the typhoid fever to Ellen, and then to the other two girls in the Hao family.

Immediately, Jonas' voice sounded: "Go away, you old thing as black as coal. Who can control Tara now?...Miss Scarlett? You let Scarlett come out!"

Roland listened to him insulting Mammy from afar, but kept his expression on the surface.

She turned to Glenson and said, "Sir, please don't stand up for me. Please watch from the sidelines."

"You just have to stand by and you'll see why Tara is being taxed so much."

Grunson looked surprised, but he really had no plans to get ahead.As General Sherman's aide, local affairs were not his job.

At this time, Roland took a step forward, raised his head, and came to the corridor in front of Tara's door.

She had the poise of a haughty queen, standing there in a patched cloth dress that looked like a gown studded with diamonds from head to toe.The sandals on her feet, which had been worn out with holes, seemed to be cut from crystal.

Standing in front of Tara's "guests," without saying a single word, she made the visitors feel slighted—they blushed as if they had been humiliated.

They really couldn't figure out why Amy was wearing a newly cut red checkered skirt, a velvet toque, and patent leather shoes-she still looked like a humble maid standing in front of Roland. Same.

"Did you hear Mammy, Amy?"

"Tara is not welcome."

"You were the one who passed typhoid to my mother. She saved you, but she lost her own life."

"Now you and your... oh, I don't know what to call it, is it your husband? I'm not quite sure about this. After you have an illegitimate child, you still think of making up for marriage registration?"

Roland spoke very steadily, and he couldn't hear too much emotional ups and downs.

But she spoke every word sharply.

Amy, who stood in front of her, trembled and dared not answer a word.

Roland hasn't finished yet.

"If I were you, I wouldn't even dare to come by carriage."

"I just dared to walk to the grave of my savior with flowers in my hand, beg her forgiveness, and then step back and leave—"

"As you are doing now, colluding with the local bureau, driving up Tara's taxes, seizing your benefactor's plantation and the house where she lived. Amy Slattery, when you lived in Tara . . . "

Roland stretched out his foot, took a step up the stairs in front of her, and asked sullenly:

"...Aren't you afraid?"

Amy Slattery gave a scream, and ran back to the carriage she had come in, covering her ears.

Jonas Wilkerson looked ugly.

He felt that it was a bit embarrassing for Amy to run back to the carriage crying so much.

The Hao family is no longer the old manor owner—the Hao family has no money, and their black slaves have run away.

Scarlett Scarlett was not the "Flower of Tara" she used to be. Now she was wearing ordinary clothes, not a piece of jewelry, not even good slippers.

But Scarlett stood on the steps of Tara and said a few words so "calmly" that Amy was scared to tears.

Jonas was full of resentment: Hao Jiakuo used to look down on me, but now that you are poor, you still look down on me.

He pretended to cough twice, and said, "Don't do that, Scarlett."

"We're here to lend a helping hand to old friends."

"Oh?" Roland raised the corner of his mouth, "Helping out a helping hand? What kind of helping hand will you extend?"

"Let's negotiate a deal—your Tara, you're paying the highest tax in the county right now. The whole county knows you're going broke, and you can't pay that tax."

"You might as well sell it to us now—Amy and I. We can give you a good price."

"Amy likes Tara and she wants to live at Tara."

Roland smiled and asked: "A gentleman asked me before why your Tara has to pay a tax of 300 dollars. He said that it is unheard of, and no plantation can pay such a tax level."

"I said I didn't understand either! Maybe some friends in the county affairs bureau think highly of our Tara."

Jonas finally laughed when he heard this.

"Scarlett, as long as you understand."

"As long as you own Tara for a day, you have to pay this sky-high tax."

"You don't have money, Scarlett, you can't afford clothes, you can't afford shoes, let alone pay your taxes."

"It's no fun to hold on. While I'm still willing to pay a good price, obediently take out the house title deed."

"Otherwise, when Amy changes her mind later, you will not be able to pay the tax even if you sell the house and land. You and so many people in your house will be driven out to the road."

Jonas turned his head to look at the carriage, and Amy's cry came from afar.Looking at this posture, after being frightened severely by Roland once, maybe she really wants to change her mind.

"All right--"

Roland thought, Jonas's words could explain everything, and she really didn't need to be so polite anymore.

"Jonas, don't you just miss the bit of hatred my father fired you at the beginning?"

"If you do a good job as an overseer and don't mess with Amy, my dad won't fire you."

"Now you think that a war has made you prosperous, and you have a little money, and you suddenly become a gentleman. You are completely wrong."

Jonas suddenly darkened his face: "You don't care whether we are gentlemen or not."

"You offended my wife, and I don't want to do business with you. I'm going to wait to see you go bankrupt and Tara be auctioned off—and then I'll buy Tara and live in it at the cheapest and cheapest price... "

Roland stood on the steps, as if witnessing the formation of a storm:

At first it was just a little low air pressure, but she remained calm.But once Jonas threatened her, she felt uncontrollable anger rising in her heart:

"—Who gave you the courage? Who made you dare to come to the delusional Tara?"

She raised her voice sharply as Melanie came out first, then Ashley and Will, who also came out of the house, all three standing behind Roland.

"As long as I have a gun in my hand, I will stand guard at the entrance of the road. If anyone dares to approach Tara half a step, I will send a gun to his forehead." Roland shouted at the people and the carriage in front of him.

Roland could also feel that she was getting more and more angry, and her anger kept rising. Her words, like her eyes, were getting more and more crazy——

She was not such an emotional person originally, this may be the effect of "implanted emotions", the feelings belonging to the original characters are becoming stronger and stronger, and at this time they also added fuel to the fire.

Jonas' complexion finally changed, and he began to step back with oil on the soles of his feet.

"Very well, you're smart—"

There was even a little smile on the corner of Roland's mouth.

"Because I don't have a gun in my hand now, get out of here!"

When this mellow word came out from the tip of her tongue, it felt so smooth and refreshing.

"Go away! If you dare to step into Tara in the future, I will tear down the steps if you step on the steps, and burn the carpets if you step on the carpet. If you dare to live here, I will burn this place down. In honor of my mother."

"Crazy crazy!"

Jonas turned and left.

"Scarlett is crazy! Go find a better doctor to see Scarlett."

What responded was Melanie and the others who deliberately laughed wantonly.

The carriage turned around and drove away dejectedly.Glenson came out from where he was, shook his head and said, "It's because of these two villains."

At this time, the emotion has gone away from Roland.

She had completely calmed down, nodded politely to Glenson, and said apologetically, "I was rude just now."

Glenson also said with lingering fear: "With what you said just now, I don't think anyone would dare to take your Tara with confidence."

Roland's cheeks were slightly red: "I was just trying to scare them."

Grenson shook his head and said with a wry smile, "No, ma'am, I'm sure if someone really wants Tara, you can say it and do it."

"For that I'm glad you weren't in the house when General Sherman put his headquarters here."

Roland: Indeed...

"I can't do anything about the tax notices that have been issued this year. But from next year on the local taxation, maybe I can mention to the state government that you have been treated unfairly."

Roland thanked Grunson and handed him a small tin jar.

This can is made of recycled materials from the "garbage" that Tara picked up - Roland asked Will to help him make a "mold", and then put the cleaned tin can on it and tapped it repeatedly, and then Polish the surface with leather to create a beautiful tea caddy with a lid.

Grunson was puzzled.Roland said with a smile: "This is to let you, don't forget that there is still your mortgage on this land."

This small jar contains the "Dahongpao" that has been baked. Regardless of this small jar, the tea contained in it is already valuable.Mr. Grunson had tasted its peculiar taste not so long ago.

"Before paying off your loan, I will send you the output of the old tree every season."

"In addition, I would like to remind you that although this tea is good, don't be greedy - if you drink too much, you will get drunk."

Gronson was a military doctor. After thinking about it for a while, he knew what Roland meant. He also realized that he was actually "drunk with tea" before, so he couldn't help laughing——

"Ma'am, you really know too much about 'tea'."

"I will go to Louisiana from tomorrow, and I may not return to Atlanta in a short time. I will hand over the $300 to a reliable person and let him pass it to you."

"I'll also leave you an address—so you can send me tea."

Grenson smiled and said goodbye.

The rest of the people were all dumbfounded.

——Why "tea"?

Can Tara produce "tea"?

Only Will understood a little bit - after all, he participated in the production of "tea caddy".

Melanie and Mammy knew a little too, having seen Roland bake the sun-dried leaves next to the oven in the kitchen.

Roland finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's finally time to take it out and share it with everyone."

She had not told anyone about Tara's tea before, because she was not sure that the good tea would be accepted by her creditors.If the bamboo basket fetching water was all for naught this time, Tara's people would not be too disappointed.

Now, this is the first time in the plane that she took out such a good tea for everyone to taste together.

—and yet Tara didn't have enough china cups.

Ashley and Melanie shared a cup. Melanie only took a sip, her eyes lit up immediately, and she quickly handed the cup to Ashley's mouth with both hands.Seeing this, Roland felt slightly sour in his heart.

Will was beside Roland, handing him the cup that he had only touched halfway: "If you don't mind..."

Roland took the cup, took a sip, and thanked Will: "Sure enough, you are a good brother."

She can finally confide the secret about "tea" to everyone frankly.

"...After I came back from Atlanta, I found that tea tree. I didn't think too much about it at the time. I just picked some tea leaves and baked them into tea according to the method my mother said before."

"Later when it came to borrowing money, Ruide helped introduce Glenson, and said that it is best to prepare a unique collateral, preferably one that is not available in the whole of Georgia, the kind that makes people want to get it as soon as they hear it. I Just thought of it."

As she spoke, Will and Ashley looked at each other—as if they had discussed who Roland would borrow money from.

She went to see Rhett after all.

The collateral that makes people want to get it when they hear it...

Why does this advice sound a bit malicious, too?It was like digging a hole for Scarlett.

Suellen and Carreen came out at this time, and for the first time they heard that there were "drinks" in the house other than corn whiskey.

Roland quickly diluted the tea and handed it to the two of them: "It's not that I'm stingy, but I'm afraid that the tea will be too strong and you will hurt your health if you drink it, your bones are too weak..."

Carleen looked at Roland with her big and lovely eyes, and seemed to feel the elder sister's concern for them for the first time.

Roland blinked: Actually... Your eldest sister, who feeds and drinks for you every day, has always cared about you, but she didn't put it in words.

Su Ailun still had a bad temper. After tasting the best tea, she said that she was "not used to drinking it" as soon as she wiped her mouth.

Roland was angry: You must know that the tea leaves used to make tea for them are worth several dollars—this young lady, how could she dislike her like this?

"Suellen, come with me to Atlanta tomorrow!"

Roland: Dare to compete with me?Hmph... If you compete with me again, I will marry you off!