As soon as the day dawned, the women of a small town in northwestern Canada got out of bed, cleaned up a little, and began their busy day's work.

For women in such remote towns, most of their work is family-related, mainly cleaning up the house, preparing meals for the men and picking up dry branches for firewood with their children. Of course, sometimes they will sort out the surplus vegetables in the vegetable garden and go to the market as soon as possible to sell them in exchange for some money to subsidize the family, or buy something for themselves.

Bessie was one such woman, who was married by her father to an honest gardener at a very young age, and lived together for more than twenty years, and although there was not much harmony in life, the two did not quarrel much. They had five children to support, and the little money they earned from her husband's work for the owner of the manor could not make ends meet, so Bessie made a small vegetable garden of her own and went to the market every day to buy vegetables.

In the past few years, Dao can be regarded as a well-known vegetable merchant.

"Hey! Good morning, Bessie! ”

She had just set up a stall with her fifteen-year-old eldest son and thirteen-year-old second son when a woman carrying a vegetable basket walked over slowly.

"Hello, Madame Macha, what do you need today? Oh, and I suggest you have some cabbage, which I just chopped this morning and is so fresh! Bessie introduced with a smile. Her two sons looked at each other and ran away, they didn't want to go through this routine verbal bombardment every morning.

Madame Maccha was famous in the bazaar, not because her husband was a small merchant who printed newspapers for newspapers, but because this Madame Maccha was unusually eloquent. Once you catch someone, your mouth is like a dam that has burst its embankment, and you can talk endlessly for an afternoon.

The two boys were so frightened by the sound that every time they saw the woman they saw disappeared as quickly as they could.

It was a habit of Madame Macha to come to Bercy every morning to buy groceries. Not because of how fresh her food was, but because Bessie was the only one in the entire bazaar who would listen to her.

"Okay! Give me a little more! Mrs. Macha didn't even look at it, but readily agreed.

For this, Bessie was grateful, after all, she was the farmer's daughter. There is no culture that only farms. There were many vegetable merchants larger than her in the bazaar, and Madame Macha came to buy her every time. So I don't know what Mrs. Maccha is talking about. What's more, after getting used to it, she can still know the latest news and gossip about the town from her words. For example, someone's wife has committed adultery with the gardener again, or the rich man has married a new wife or something. In this nineteenth century, when there was little entertainment, it was also a good after-show.

Bessie bowed her head to pick up the cabbage for Madame Macia, who went to the back of the vegetable stall and sat down on Bessie's stool, and began to speak.

"Eh, Bessie, aren't you tired of doing this every day? Your husband is still making too little money. I told you a long time ago. The old man at Brant was a dead man, and the last time he bought a pack of needlework at the grocery store on the east side of town, he had been grinding with the seller for half an hour. Your husband works on the estate of this old miser, and it would be nice not to be deducted, but it is absolutely impossible to get more salary. Why don't you go to White's house and do it, he's not bad, he's quite gentle and generous. Two days ago, the second lady in his family had a birthday, and there was a big pomp. I heard that even the cooks who cook are hired from big cities. The last gardener in his family quit his job, saying that he was going home to get married, and now was the opportunity. Tell your husband to try ......"

Bessie looked up and interjected: "No, he signed a contract with Master Brandt, and he has to work for at least two years, otherwise he will lose a lot of money." ”

"That's it! Hi! I'll just say that old man is very treacherous! Oh. Thank you Bessie, how much? Madame Macha took the basket that was already full, paid the money and did not leave, and kept it beside her. Licking his lips unsatisfied, he continued: "Bessie, do you know that Sir Logan's family, who have disappeared for more than two months, appeared today. I heard from the night watchman I met this morning. Before dawn, a large group of carriages drove into the town, hula hula hundreds of people. There are several carriages with this noble mark alone. ”

"Oh? So Mr. Logan went to the provincial capital? Bessie looked up in surprise and said a word, busy restocking her already vacated stall with vegetables.

"That's what they say, but I know the truth!" Saying that, Mrs. Macha saw her voice come down for the first time, looked left and right at her ear close to Bessie, and said: "You know the occupation of my family, and I am more familiar with the family crest of the nobles every day, and I heard him say that there is the family crest of the Metcalfe family on the carriage that came to the town this time!" ”

Besic said, "What's that?" ”

"Oops!" Seeing that Bessie did not understand the implicit meaning of her words, Mrs. Macha looked a little anxious, and said in a quieter voice: "The Metcalfe family, that is the Governor General of Canada, Lord Charles. The family of Lord Count Metcalfe! ”

"Yikes!" Bessie looked up at Madame Macha in surprise, who nodded excitedly, then put a finger to her lips to signal that she would keep the matter a secret.

It seems that even the big mouth in the bazaar knows what to say and what not to say.

Surprised, Bessie lost interest and continued to fiddle with the vegetables in her hand. Madame Macha was even more excited, and said in a low voice, "I knew that such a mission as Sir Rogan must have been missing for two months for no reason. So, Sir went to Ottawa? Well, definitely! Oops, I heard that Ottawa is beautiful, and I'm going to go there in my life! ”

Bessie glanced back at Madame Macha to remind her that it was time to go back and prepare lunch, but seeing her wandering expression, knowing that she could not hear what was said at this time, Bessie shook her head helplessly and turned back again.

Macha still said to himself: "I heard that there are hundreds of brown people who have come with the convoy, although they are not wearing shackles, but they can also be seen to be slaves. But what does Lord Logan want slaves for? Wouldn't it be enough for him to have a manor or a few servants to serve him? As he spoke, he touched his chin, showing a pensive look, and said, "It seems that our town is going to have a big event!" (To be continued......)