Pride and Prejudice the Poor Princess

Peng Boli's lake is as blue as the sky, and the calm lake occasionally ripples under the blowing of the summer wind. There is a large flat grassland by the lake, full of wild flowers of various colors, and the mountains not far away are undulating. It is covered with lush pines and cypresses.

The charming scenery immediately attracted Aunt Gardner and Elizabeth's admiration and lingering.The two men and Mary turned a blind eye to this, opened the tool box, took out the fishing rod and assembled it.

Uncle Gardner had taken a spot by the lake, dropped his hook into the water, and waited quietly.Darcy finished assembling the fishing rod and looked towards Mary beside him.

"Why do you bring so many fishing rods, Miss Mary?" He asked, pointing to the three fishing rods erected by the roadside.

"There is an old saying in the far east - if a worker wants to do a good job, he must first sharpen his tools. Without a good fishing rod, you can't catch a big fish." Mary thought hard, and finally translated this sentence aptly, pointing to three fishing rods He introduced, "This is a crucian rod, which is used to catch small and medium-sized fish. This is a carp rod, which is used to catch medium and large fish. This is a hard rod, which is specially used for fast fishing of large fish."

As she spoke, she took out a ball of oily paper-wrapped stuff from the toolbox, put it up to her nose and sniffed it to see if the smell had changed.

"What is this?" Darcy raised his eyebrows curiously.

"Baits and nests," Mary answered simply.The aristocrats of Great Xia have already played their tricks and reached their limits. In order to better accompany the Queen Mother, she is the best among them.But she is very proficient in more elegant games, such as the horse betting last time, or fishing this time.

"Wozi? What is that?" For the first time, Darcy felt that his knowledge was not enough.

"You'll know later, first help me take my things to the lake." Mary picked up the fishing rod and pulled the toolbox at her feet to him.

"Happy to help you." Darcy pursed his lips, picked up the box and followed behind her.He found that Mary always kept a seemingly close but distant distance to strangers, but after getting to know her well, he would find that she was actually very good at instigating people.That proud look is so cute.

Mary stuck her fishing rod in the soft soil and walked along the shore, her arms outstretched, testing the direction of the summer wind.

"Does fishing also depend on the terrain, Miss Mary? I thought that fishing only needs to pick a place at random." Darcy's arm rested on her lower back to prevent her from falling.He found that Mary was very serious in everything she did, and her method was unique.

"Fishing depends not only on the terrain, but also on water depth, wind direction, season, time of day, temperature, etc. Spring is the season for fish to recover. They like to swim in shallows with higher water temperatures, so fishing in spring should choose shallows with lush water plants. Summer It is not a good season for fishing, and more complicated skills are required. Fish in summer prefer places with sufficient oxygen, so it is best to choose deep water areas in the downwind for fishing. Fish in autumn store more fat for winter, where food is abundant They go wherever they want, so it is best to choose the return wind bay or under a big tree. As for winter, of course, you must choose to hook under the water surface in direct sunlight, and the bait you choose is best to use fresh insects or earthworms.” Mary surveyed the terrain. While talking freely.

"So, we are now looking for a deep water area that is downwind?" Darcy used his knowledge to his heart's content, secretly sighing for Mary's erudition.She even made fishing look like fighting.

"There is another saying about fishing in summer. Fishing east early, fishing west late. It's morning, we should choose the deep water area on the east bank." Mary walked to the east bank and stopped, leaning over to observe the water surface carefully.

"Miss Mary, don't you come to enjoy the quiet and peaceful wild fun by fishing?" Darcy walked quickly to her side, and nervously grabbed her arm.

"Perhaps to others, but not to me. To tell you the truth, Mr. Darcy, in everything I do, the first thing I think about is how to do it perfectly for the greatest benefit. I don't fish for pleasure, It's for the harvest." Mary straightened her waist and said very seriously.

She grew up in the palace where one wrong word could lead to eternal doom. Her leisurely, elegant and noble are just embellishments on the surface.Every time she does something, the ultimate goal is just to live, because she is not a real royal blood, so she must pay a hundred times a thousand times more effort.

Darcy held her slender arm even harder, and said sternly, "Miss Mary, it is also the family motto of the Darcy family to put interests first." He found that Mary began to show her truest side to himself, which was undoubtedly a good sign.

Uncle Gardner walked over panting with a big box and a small box and five fishing rods, and joked loudly, "Obviously, your ways of doing things are very compatible!"

There was a smile in Darcy's brown eyes, and the sternness on his face was completely replaced by gentleness.

"Miss Mary, whether you admit it or not, there is an amazing tacit understanding between you and me." He suddenly approached Mary's delicate and small cochlea, and said in a low voice.

The tips of Mary's ears were dyed a layer of crimson, and half of her face was numb from the man's scorching breath.When she wanted to back away, Darcy had recovered her serious expression and walked over to meet Uncle Gardner.

"Let's go fishing here. Mary must have chosen the right place." He said solemnly.

Uncle Gardner nodded in agreement.

Mary rubbed her ears, pretended to be nonchalant, took out the nest, and threw it into the deep water.

"That's fried bean cake? I understand. The so-called nest is to feed the fish and attract them to gather here. It really is a good way, Miss Mary." Darcy admired and loaded Mary's fishing rod. bait.

"Thank you, Mr. Darcy. We need quiet now." Mary did not want to speak to him.His recent words and deeds have become more and more enthusiastic, making her overwhelmed.She almost thought that the serious, rigid and taciturn Darcy in the past was just her illusion.

She held the carp rod in her hand, and the crucian rod and the hard rod were inserted not far away. The hooks were all baited and thrown into the deep water area far away. As long as there was movement, the line could be reeled in time.It has to be said that this is a rather greedy approach to catch three rods at once, which surprised Uncle Gardner.

Twenty minutes later, the two gentlemen have found nothing, and Mary's bucket is almost full.

"Mary, I knew you would have a good harvest. If there is a kitchen, we can have a whole fish feast tonight." Elizabeth walked over with an umbrella, looking at the fish in the bucket with regret.

"You can take it to Peng Boli to cook. I haven't tasted Miss Mary's cooking for a long time." Darcy immediately took over the topic.

Elizabeth gave him an appreciative look.She found that Darcy actually knew how to play by ear.But it's no wonder that speculation is an essential skill for a businessman, and he is undoubtedly a very good businessman.

Mary simply agreed.Of course the fish caught must be eaten into the stomach, so should they be put back into the water?She's not that high-spirited.

With a sumptuous dinner as an incentive, the two became more devoted to fishing.Elizabeth stood for a while, feeling bored, and went to the shade of the tree to share a piece of apple pie with Aunt Gardner.

The hard rod, which had not moved for a long time, suddenly bent, and it seemed that a big fish had taken the bait.Mary immediately inserted the carp rod in her hand into the soil, and walked over to take up the line.

Feeling a pulling force that was bringing him to the shore, the big fish struggled violently, causing a wave of splashes on the lake, revealing that it was bigger than Mary imagined.She didn't want to let go more and more, so she pulled hard again.

The big fish competed with her, one for eating and the other for fighting for life. In the end, the big fish was slightly better, and with a flick of its tail, it plunged into the deeper lake.The shore was already slippery, so Mary staggered and was led forward.

Darcy ran to catch her, but it was too late, and she fell into the water with a splash.With a sullen face, Darcy jumped down without hesitation, hugged her waist and carried her out of the water.But she still held on tightly to the fishing rod and would not let go, almost causing Darcy to fall too.

Darcy had no choice but to hold her hand and work together to get the big fish out of the water.It was a 20-plus-pound catfish, its tail still crackling after being thrown ashore.

Uncle Gardner wanted to go over and grab the two of them, but when he saw the big fish's eyes were bright, he held it down with his hands and feet, fearing that it would jump back into the water again.Sure enough, they are all produced by Gardner, you can fish or die!

"Can't you let go of the fishing rod? Do you know that you almost drowned just now?" Darcy clamped Mary's shoulders and snapped.The panic in his eyes hadn't faded away, and the violent heaving of his chest revealed the panic in his heart.

"I tightened my grip when I was nervous, sorry." Mary apologized while coughing.

Darcy frowned fiercely, and wanted to make her realize how dangerous it was just now, but his eyes were attracted by her graceful body, and he could even see her corsage inlaid with lace through the thin fabric.Her slender waist was in his arms, her plump breasts were clinging to his chest, and her little hands were helplessly grabbing his skirt.She's so damn fragile and so sexy!

Darcy pursed his lips hard and looked away in embarrassment.Seeing Aunt Gardner and Elizabeth running over anxiously, they quickly took off their coats and wrapped her tightly.Fortunately, he stood still when he jumped into the water, and only part of his pants were wet.

The two helped each other to go ashore. Darcy said with a serious face, "Let's go back. The wind in early summer is still a bit chilly. Mary has to change into clean clothes quickly."

He quickly walked to the side of the road to wake up the dozing coachman, and then stood at a distance, his dark and unpredictable eyes staring at Mary's petite figure shrouded in his large coat for a moment.He didn't dare to approach her at all at this moment, because a fire was burning in his body, and even a slight touch of her fingertips would start a prairie fire.

The carriage was on its way back to Pemberley Manor.

In the carriage, Mary folded her coat and calmly dealt with the comfort of the Gardners and Elizabeth.She peeked at Darcy from time to time, and found that his handsome face was covered with a layer of frost, and she felt indescribably melancholy.She found that on the rare occasions when she was making a fool of herself, Darcy was always there.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Darcy, to wet your carriage." After a moment of silence, she said softly.

Darcy glanced at her quickly and shook his head expressionlessly, "The importance of the carriage cannot be compared with yours at all, so you don't have to feel sorry."

Two blushes quietly appeared on Mary's pale cheeks, and the melancholy in her heart disappeared and was replaced by a touch of sweetness.