The heroine of the healing department is very rigid [Pride and Prejudice]

From Bennet Manor to Lowood Women's College, the carriage needs to drive non-stop for a whole day.

Along the way, Mary ate only a little bread and water, which she had brought with her, and never ate anything else.

After finally arriving at Lowood College, Mary thought she could finally have dinner, but was told that dinner time was over, and there was no food left in the kitchen.This also means that she will be hungry today.

This is simply worse news.It was eight o'clock in the evening, a rare time for the girls to move freely, but Mary was so hungry that she lay listlessly on the bed.All the girls, except Scarva, went out to play with the moon.

"I advise you to bear with it." Scareva continued to flip through the photo album in her hand without raising her head, "You will have more chances to be hungry in the future."

"Don't the kitchens never have enough food?"

"Do you really think there is no food in the kitchen?" Scareva sneered, "Let me tell you, there is plenty of food in the kitchen, it's just that Gray refuses to give it to you."

"What?" Mary straightened up in an instant, anger bubbling to her head.

"What's so surprising about this, isn't she once your tutor? Don't you know who she is?" Scareva looked at Mary with contempt.

"It's true." Mary's head drooped again, and she continued to lie on the bed, not even wanting to pack her luggage.In fact, more than half of her luggage had been confiscated, and there was nothing left to pack.

Scareva looked at Mary with a slumped head and felt very satisfied, so she decided to continue to make things worse.

"As for your confiscated luggage, I'm afraid you won't be able to get it back in your life. If you still brought food, then it will probably be divided up by teachers and janitors within two days."

Mary suddenly felt that the world had become darker.

She could barely care about the food and new clothes, but in addition to the clothes, the camphor wood box was also filled with all kinds of her books and notes, which were her lifeblood.

How can it be said that there is no such thing.

No, she can't sit still, she must find a way to get her book back.But before getting those books back, she had to find a way to fill her stomach.

Mary didn't suffer from hypoglycemia, but now she was really hungry and had a stomachache. Since there was food in the kitchen, it would be possible for her to ask the cooks for a piece of bread or something.

It's not like everyone here is as perverted as Gray's old crow.

"I advise you to take back the thoughts in your head." Scareva saw Mary sitting up from the bed, and said again, "There will be no one to help you here, except Teacher Jane 183, but she asked for leave and went home two months ago. "

Mary sat back resentfully again, resting her chin with her hands, and asked, "Who is Teacher Jane Eyre?"

Mentioning this Scareva revived her spirits. She put the book in her hand under the pillow, hugged her knees with her hands, cleared her throat, and then began to speak.

"Mr. Jane 183 is an elegant, kind and wealthy lady. She also graduated from Lowood School, but she is not the same as her. She never punishes students and is very knowledgeable. There is no student here who doesn't like her."

"Is she rich? Then why come here to be a teacher?" Mary's focus is always wrong.

"Of course it's because she loves us and this career." Scareva explained.

Having missed supper the day before, Mary was starving with hunger when she read from the Bible the next morning.

It was finally time for breakfast, but when she saw the sticky pot of oatmeal, she lost her appetite in an instant.

Mary didn't consider herself a picky person, but she still couldn't look directly at the pot of food.This is not the worst, the worst is the basket of buns.

That can't be called bread at all, because they are as hard as stones.Mary had no doubts that they could put a hole in a man's head.

Although the breakfast was unpalatable, Mary still had to eat, after all, she hadn't eaten all day and night.But she had hardly picked up a loaf when she heard Lady Gray's obnoxious voice.

"Miss Mary, come here for the registration of new students."

"Didn't you already make it last night?" Mary reluctantly put down the bread. At the same time, she thought that she had fallen too fast, and she was reluctant to part with a piece of bread that was like a stone so quickly.

"You need to do it again." Ms. Gray was wrapped in a large black shawl with fringe, her mouth was drooping, but her eyes were smug.

People under the eaves had to bow their heads.Mary went to the office to re-copy the lengthy form, but when she returned to the table hungry, she found that breakfast time was over.

"It seems that you missed your breakfast again." Ms. Gray appeared from behind her like a ghost. It's your own fault."

"My fault?" Mary almost laughed angrily. She always writes very fast, but no matter how fast she writes, she can't handle such a long and complicated form.

"Stop doing meaningless things, you're going to class soon." Ms. Gray raised the corners of her mouth, maybe she wanted to laugh, but everyone thought her appearance was more like a toothache.

"Old crow." Mary cursed softly, and walked around the kitchen reluctantly, trying to see if there was any extra breakfast.But before she got close to the big room that smelled of butter, she was kicked out by two rude cooks.

"Go away, go back to class, uneducated girl."

Mary glanced at the cook's arm and found that it was as thick as a pumpkin. She gave up the idea of ​​confronting her head-on, and went back to the classroom in despair.

In the classroom, the students were messily preparing for class, a roll of sheepskin fell on the ground, lonely, looking a little pitiful.

Mary didn't have time to pity on a roll of parchment. She was starving with hunger. It seemed that a big hand was twisting her stomach, and there was a "gurgling" sound from her stomach.

"This is nothing new." Scareva sat next to Mary. "Every freshman has to go hungry a few times. This is Gray's warning to everyone." Then she took out a paper bag from her pocket and stuffed it to Mary .

"Eat quickly, don't let other people find out, don't hurt me."

Mary opened the paper bag and found a breakfast bread inside. She gave Scareva a grateful look, and was about to say thank you when she was interrupted again.

"Have you heard, hurry up and eat, hurry up and finish eating before that old Gray thing comes, and stop talking nonsense." Scareva put her hands on her hips, her tone was harsh, but not annoying at all.

Mary wolfed down the bread, and it was amazing that food that she had disliked half an hour ago now tasted good.

It's a pity that the bread is too small, let alone one, even if there are two or three, it is difficult to fill the stomach.Mary ate the last piece of pasta without being satisfied, comforting herself that it was much better than eating nothing at all.

"Don't eat it! Grey's here!" Scareva slapped Mary on the head and issued a warning. Then she realized that Mary had eaten all the bread and wiped it off. She couldn't help showing a look of disgust and admiration.

"Bennet, are you starving? I've never seen anyone eat as fast as you."

"I'm so hungry, Scareva. Also, you can call me Mary from now on." Mary said quickly before Gray came in.

There is only one grade at Lowood Girls' College, and all the girls, ranging in age from 12 to 18, have to study the same lessons every day.

"It's a boring class, isn't it?" Scareva whispered. She, Mary, and Miranda were all about the same age, and they were considered older students in the class.Therefore, the knowledge in the classroom is too simple for them.

"Why don't they divide into more classes? Then we can study separately." Mary asked quietly while Gray was writing on the blackboard.

"Study?" Scareva looked as if she had heard a joke, "You really think you're here to study?"

"Let me tell you, the teachers here hardly teach anything except the laws of ladies, except for Ms. Jane Eyre, of course."

"We have classes in the morning, and in the afternoon and evening we help them mop the floors and mend clothes. When that's all done, we do embroidery, which they then exchange for money, and we don't get a penny. Come—put away that shocked expression of yours, what's wrong with this, if you can't even accept this, you're afraid you'll die until next Christmas."

As Scareva said, Lowood School only has half-day classes during the day, and at noon, afternoon, and sometimes evening, students have to help teachers with various chores.

Sometimes mending clothes and brushing shoes, sometimes knitting socks and scarves.If anyone does not work well, or works too slowly, he will inevitably go hungry again.

Mary is considered to be the older group of students, so she usually does not work very slowly, and sometimes she can spare time to help the younger children.

But even so, I can't stand someone deliberately making things difficult.

"Miss Mary, your floor hasn't been wiped clean." Ms. Gray was standing in the corridor of the teachers' dormitory with an old umbrella hanging on her arm. If she got closer, she could smell the alcohol on her body .

The soles of her shoes were covered with mud, and the umbrella on her arm was "tick-tock-tick" and fell into the water, staining the floor that had only been cleaned.

If it had been seven days ago, Mary would have jumped up and argued with Gray, but now she has taken it for granted and has found a good way to deal with the old crow.

So she curtseyed politely (pretentiously) and promised to clean again.

Ms. Gray was very happy to see Mary like this, and she purposely swung the umbrella a few times, so that all the raindrops on the umbrella cloth fell on the floor, and then went to the kitchen triumphantly.

Mary stared at Ms. Gray's back as she went away, sure that she would not come back for a while, immediately threw away the rag in her hand, and waved to the dark corner.