Eugenie with money [Grandet]

"Now you are satisfied?" Grandet was unwilling to give up the last hope: "I gave you life, but you want to rob me of everything. Do you know what you will face? They will take all the francs and gold coins. As long as you entrust me with your property, they will take nothing."

"But I can only eat rough bread every day, eat crow meat that the tenants don't want to eat, and I need your permission to even use a white candle." Eugenie's determination did not waver at all.

"Who doesn't eat like this. As long as you keep your treasury and watch your wealth increase bit by bit, it's worthwhile for others to be happy or sad because of your words."

"Like a mother, living with trepidation every day, you are obviously rich, but you can't be the master of your life?" Eugenie asked back.

Grandet disdained to mention his wife who betrayed him: "She trembled? She was flattered by the Degrassins and Crochets, and even the whole Saumer. They were willing to lose the francs in their pockets to her." .No, it's the people around her who are trembling. They're all flattering her for my money."

"I want them to flatter me for my money." Eugenie was still so calm.

The old cooper found that he had nothing to say, he clearly knew that what the only child said was right: as long as there was money, those people would not care how the only child got the money, and would continue to flatter her.

"Actually, there is another way to prevent those liquidators from entering the gate of Grandet's house." Eugenie said suddenly, which made Grandet's eyes light up: "Are you agreeing to give up the inheritance?"

Eugenie shook her head: "No, Dad, I am just like you, willing to hold things in my own hands. You once taught me that everything in my hands is mine, and no one can take it away." .”

"Oh," said the old cooper, feeling his heart being fried in a frying pan, "I'm going to be sold, eaten, and killed by my own daughter. That's what happens when I have to have an heir."

His body was trembling, his eyes were so helpless, and there were tears that had never appeared in the corners of his eyes, as if Eugenie said one more word, and he would be abandoned by his cruel daughter among the wolves.

This acting switch is really fast.Eugenie complained in her heart, but on the face she showed empathy: "Father, please don't say that. I only have your mother, who else can I trust except you."

Grandet was very happy, feeling that Eugenie was in his hands again, and he still had that extremely wronged expression on his face: "Oh, who made me have only one child, everything about me will be yours in the future .You can do whatever you like. Even if you want to eat my meat right now, it’s up to you.”

"Thank you, you are so kind." Eugenie jumped up and hugged the old cooper, but what he said was definitely not what he wanted to hear: "I am relieved when you say that. Will, I can freely dispose of my property."

After finishing speaking, leaving the stunned Grandet behind, Eugenie ran down the stairs briskly, saying as she ran: "The first thing I want to do is to replace this creaking staircase, and walk with fear every day." On top, I'm always worried that I'll miss something."

Soon, the notary and Treponfon walked out of Mrs. Grandet's bedroom, only to see Grandet who was about to curl up into a ball, and asked the two with an unclear expression: "What did she say?"

Trepon shook his head towards Grandet: "Sir, according to the law, unless Mrs. Grandet passes away, my uncle and I have no right to disclose the contents of her will."

Then the two uncles and nephews saw what it means to change faces, Grandet suddenly stood up straight, and aggressively asked them to leave his house immediately.In his words, at least for now, he can still fully be the owner of this house, and he can decide who is welcome and who is not.

"Nephew," the notary reminded Mr. Judge as soon as he left the house: "Miss Eugenie will face a very difficult time, and you should be by her side at this time." Grandet, who listened, heard his own words.

Teppong nodded solemnly, with concern and pity in his tone: "Poor Miss Eugenie, she really needs to be comforted by her friends."

"Damn consolation." Grandet spat into the deserted street, turned around and yelled at the kitchen: "Nanon, bring me a glass of wine quickly, since I'm going bankrupt, let me Throw out the first gold coin yourself."

Nanon, who had been hiding in the kitchen with Eugenie, looked at her helplessly: "Miss, you really drove the master crazy, what if he won't let you see your wife again?"

"No, he'll let me see. I promise, not only will he let me see Mom, but he'll replace the stairs right away."

Nanon couldn't believe it and went to get the wine for the master. When he handed it to him, he couldn't help asking: "Sir, when will you change the stairs?"

Grandet glanced at Nanon: "Shut up, idiot, the stairs are still fine, and there will be no problem at all for another 20 years."

Returning to the kitchen, Nanon glanced at Eugenie and said that he had verified it, and the lady's dream could be over.

Eugenie, without explaining anything to Nanon, put Madame Grandet's lunch on a tray and would serve it to her herself.When passing by the main room, Grandet was still drinking his glass of wine, and when he saw Eugenie, he turned his back to her, but transmitted his voice: "Now you are all drinking my blood. "

That's when you've been drinking someone else's blood for decades.Eugenie murmured something to herself, and went upstairs with the tray without saying a word.

Her prediction was not wrong. Grandet actually found some tenants the next day, and they all replaced the stairs with brand new oak escalators.The staircase exuding the fragrance of logs is incompatible with the ancient mansion, as if the relationship between Eugenie and Grandet is exactly the same.

Except for Nanon's concern about the new staircase, Grandet and Eugenie were eagerly looking forward to Madame Grandet's recovery.Grandet's purpose is to continue to control all the property and income, while Eugenie's purpose is to have some emotional sustenance in this strange world.

But God is always absent when you need him, unwilling to save his pure lamb.Mrs. Grandet held her daughter's hand and swallowed her last breath. Her last words were: "Poor child, I bless you."

Eugenie needs no blessing, she needs company.Now that Mrs. Grandet has gone, she is even more alienated from this world that has not had time to identify with it.Such estrangement made everyone who attended Mrs. Grandet's funeral feel that the only heiress wanted to close her own world.

"This is not acceptable, Monsieur Grandet." The notary was anxious for his nephew. Even though Grandet had made it clear that he was not welcome, he still came to the house at the end of the old street and looked down the new staircase. Upstairs, there was no sign of the heir.

"There's nothing wrong with it." Grandet's heart did not get closer to his only daughter because of his wife's departure: "This is what she wants, so let her enjoy it."

"But think about it, if something happened to Mademoiselle Eugenie, she didn't make a will like Madame Grandet. At that time, those who cleared the property and collected taxes would step on your threshold, and they would use the money of the poor. Reason, put all the money in your wallet into the treasury."

Even after hearing it for the second time, Grandet still shivered: "Are you sure they dare to do that?"

The notary nodded seriously: "Yes, they will definitely do that. As my nephew said, this is their right given to them by the law."

"Well, I had expected such a consequence a long time ago, so I objected to my wife making a will." Grandet muttered dissatisfiedly: "Now I'm tied."

After speaking, he ignored the notary, stepped up the stairs by himself, opened his mysterious vault in broad daylight, took out something from it, hugged it in his arms, and knocked on his daughter's door: "Eugenie, my daughter, We must live on." After speaking, no matter whether Eugenie agreed or not, she opened the door and walked in.

Eugenie was sitting on a low stool in front of the window, with her hair hanging down her shoulders. Her originally tall and strong body looked thinner due to the exhaustion of caring for the sick and the funeral.Seeing Grandet coming in, she didn't get up, nor did she greet him, she waited for the old man to speak first.

"Now it's just the two of us who depend on each other. I don't think we can go on like this." With a bitter smile on his face, the old man was like any father who had to bow his head to a wayward child: "Look, this gold supply box is mine. It was brought to you, and the four thousand francs are yours, and let us make peace."

"But mother..." Eugenie couldn't continue, no matter how much effort she put in, the poor woman still passed away just like in the original novel, which made her feel that her strength was too weak compared to the restoration ability of the plot up.

These days, she has been thinking about such questions: Is her struggle useful? Even if she temporarily struggles out to take a breath, will the plot change the track back to its original appearance?

The moment Grandet entered the door, Eugenie finally figured it out: Even if the plot could be repaired, she could enjoy the convenience brought by money in the time before it was repaired.It's not about owning it after seeing it, but actually controlling money and letting it play the role you want it to play.

I must never be like the original owner, guarding the cold gold coins alive, and no one will mourn after death.

How to achieve this goal can be considered slowly, without delaying Eugenie's dealings with the old cooper.

Grandet was moved by Eugenie's sad tone for a moment, and then he came to his senses: "Your mother most hopes that we will love each other, and you don't want her to be disturbed in the sky."