After spending two days at Gaode Manor, Han Xuan finally knew what the old man Gamel Otyur who met on the train meant by "almost the same every day". Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Every day in Provence is really similar.

A day is extraordinarily long.

Although it has the same amount of time as the rest of the earth, it feels like there is plenty of time because there is nothing to do.

After planting the seeds of the plants in the spring, they are waiting for the harvest.

The farmers on the farm are busy fertilizing, watering, removing insects, and pruning branches and leaves every day.

After Han Xuan tried to water the lavender for a long time, he realized that there were so many things to be busy in the seemingly easy field.

It is no wonder that there are 177 farmers on the more than 900 acres of manor alone, and these are only fixed, and they have to ask people to help temporarily during the busy farming season.

In comparison, it is much easier to manage the snow-capped mountain pastures where the grass is planted for the cattle, sheep and horses to eat themselves.

Most of the inhabitants of Provence are easy farmers.

The working hours are only about six hours a day, but they get a higher salary than the cowboys in the Snow Mountain Ranch, but if you count the annual dividends, it is not as high as the cowboys' wages

He had read the income and expenditure statements of Gaode Manor in the past few years last night, and Han Xuan couldn't imagine that these roses, as well as lavender, sunflowers, etc., would make so much money.

Those plants grow from the soil, and after removing the cost of manual management, it is the cost of processing and transportation, and the rest is pure profit.

Last year, including the sale of red wine, Gaode Manor earned the equivalent of 460,000 US dollars in francs, don't think this is a small number, according to the area of Gaode Manor, the output of one acre is nearly 5,000 US dollars!

From Baptiste's housekeeper, he learned that Li Guangyao had purchased a batch of lavender essential oil refining equipment for the manor, as well as sunflower seed oil extraction equipment, so he felt that this number was normal, otherwise it would be too scary.

Since coming to Provence, it has not rained yet, the weather has been sunny, and today is no different.

It took a few days for Fat Ding to finally have a good relationship with the Bull Terrier, but unfortunately the Bull Terrier had such a big head, and after being cried a few times by it, Fat Ding didn't like to play with it.

Han Xuan lazily nestled on the grass and lay side by side with Isabelle.

Surrounded by large fields of sunflowers, their flower trays facing neatly east, stretching long shadows on the grass.

Use the fat ding as a pillow, the meat is mushy, and the pillow is very comfortable.

The fat cat looked unhappy, but for the sake of the owner saying that he would go home and give himself a bear biscuit, he reluctantly let him be arrogant for a while, and decided to pee in his shoes next time to take revenge.

Thinking of this, he was immediately happy, and his big tail swept around, strangely bent into the shape of a question mark, which was quite flexible.

The boyish Silly Pooh and Silly Barry play hide and seek.

Both guys are bears with a keen sense of smell, and they are also lazy and don't like to go too far, so they play tirelessly for more than half an hour, and they are still tied, and no matter where they hide, they can be found by each other.

They fell in love with the game when they saw the children of the farmer's family playing it, and Fat Ding was bullied by them several times, swearing never to play again, and feeling sad about the unchangeable fact that he was a cat.

Even if he is a stupid Snoopy, he is better at finding things than himself, which is the source of Fat Ding's pain, and he is actually inferior to a dog......

There is a murmur of sunflowers and the friction between leaves.

Han Xuan raised his head and saw a creature that was clearly an "English shrimp" coming out of the sunflower bush.

Just kidding.

British shrimp is actually British, because their skin can't withstand the sun and turns red when they get sun, so they are nicknamed "British shrimp" by people in other countries.

It was a blonde Englishman in his fifties, wearing a pair of glasses, and he should have been nearsighted for a long time, and his eye sockets were a little bulging.

He was dressed casually, with blades of grass stuck to his body and dew-stained marks on his arms.

The sunflower fields had been flooded by water at night, so the ground was muddy, and the Englishman, who was about to enter old age, had his shoes and trouser legs covered with mud.

After discovering Han Xuan, he was unable to raise his hand, he should have wanted to say something, but he didn't have the strength to say it.

I just panted vigorously, held my knees with both hands, and felt that it was not enough, so I sat cross-legged on the grass.

Han Xuan has seen him on the cover of books more than once, such as "Provence: The Years of Mountain Dwelling", "Where Did You Come From", "A Year in Provence", and so on.

A few days ago, I knew that he also lived nearby, but I didn't find the opportunity to visit this author I liked.

At this moment, Han Xuan jumped off the haystack and said with a smile: "Hello, Mr. Peter Mayer.

Why do you want to come from here if you don't take a good road?"

"I thought it was a shortcut that would save me some effort, but I didn't expect it to be even more tiring.

My God, let me catch my breath first......"

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"The life of writing is like the life of a dog.

But it is the only life worth living. ”

On the low haystack, there was an old Mel, who put his hands behind his head, looked at the blue sky and white clouds, and continued: "These are the words of the great French writer Flaubert, which I wrote about in the book "Provence Forever".

Now that I have chosen to become a writer, I have a deeper understanding of this sentence, and it is really difficult to write a book.

I believe that you, who are also writers, should understand, right?

I heard you came here, so I'm here to visit you.

I hope you don't mind if I write a conversation with you in my new book. ”

"Again, I hope you don't mind.

You'd better let me take another picture of you, I've recently been working on a book about my autobiographical travelogue over the past two years. ”

Han Xuan said, "I know.

Most of the time, writing is a lonely and monotonous job.

Sometimes you may be happy to write a good plot.

In fact, it is better to say that what I think is a good plot is only wonderful because there is no one on the scene who can pour cold water on me.

When we write books, we are accompanied only by a table, a chair, a pen and paper, isn't it?"

"No, I'm more extravagant than you, and I have an old lamp with me. ”

Mel joked to himself: "Sometimes I think back then, shouldn't I have found one, like ...... Professional accountant or lawyer such an iron job as a job.

For most of my creative life, I'm always like a fool, constantly asking myself: oh my God, what the hell am I writing about, does anyone want to see these boring little things?

If you encounter editors and readers urging you to submit your manuscript, the panic and frustration of not being able to submit it is like the end of the world.

For people in other industries, it doesn't matter if you write a thousand or two thousand words a day, or you don't write a word at all, but for a writer, it's a matter of life and death.

I'm really fed up with this kind of tormented writing life, it's a kind of mental fatigue, more terrible than physical fatigue, but what can I do besides writing books?

However, when I find that I can provide a few hours of reading for readers I have never met, then the writing becomes worthwhile, and although it is still tiring, I am ......comforted by the praise and remuneration of the readers." (To be continued). )