After staying in Gaode Manor for two days, Han Xuan finally learned what the old man Gamele Otyuer, whom he met on the train, meant, "it's almost the same every day."

Every day in Provence is really similar.

One day is particularly long.

Although the total time is the same as other places on the earth, because I have nothing to do, I feel that I have plenty of time.

After planting the seeds of the plant in spring, we are then waiting for harvest.

The farmers in the manor are busy fertilizing, watering, deworming, 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 relaxed fields.

No wonder there are 177 farmers alone in the more than 900 acres of manors. These are only fixed, and people have to be asked to help during the busy farming season.

In comparison, it is much easier to manage the snow-capped ranch that planted grass and waited for cattle, sheep and horses to eat by themselves.

Most of the residents of Provence are easy-to-work farmers.

Working hours are only about six hours a day, but they are paid higher than those of the cowboys in the snow mountain ranch. But if the annual dividends are included, then the salary is not as high as that of the cowboys.

He read the income and expenditure statements of Gaode Manor over the past few years last night. Han Xuan could not have imagined that these roses, lavender, sunflowers, etc. would actually make such money.

Those plants grow from the soil, and after removing the cost of manual management, the cost of transportation is the remaining net profit.

Last year, Gaode Manor made a total of $460,000 in sales of red wine, so he earned a total of $460,000. Don’t think that this is a small number. According to the area of ​​Gaode Manor, the output of one acre is nearly $5,000!

From the Butler of Baptist, he learned that Li Guangyao had purchased a batch of equipment for lavender refining essential oils for the manor, as well as sunflower seed oil pressing equipment. He felt that this number was normal, otherwise it would be too scary.

After coming to Provence, it had not rained yet, and the weather had been very clear, and the same is true today.

It took a few days to finally get along with the bulldog. Unfortunately, the bulldog has such a big head. After being silly crying for a few times, the fatty Ding is a little disliked to play with it.

Han Xuan was lazy and lay side by side with Isabelle.

Surrounded by large fields of sunflower, their flower plates are neatly facing the east, bringing long shadows on the grass.

Treat Fat Ding as a pillow, it is chubby and it feels very comfortable to pillow.

Fat cat looked unhappy, but because the owner said he would give him the bear biscuits to go home, he barely made him arrogant for a while and decided to pee in his shoes next time.

I was so happy when I thought of this. My big tail swept around and curled strangely into a question mark shape, which was quite flexible.

The childish silly Winnie and silly Bari played hide-and-seek.

Both guys are bears with a keen sense of smell, and they are lazy and don’t like to walk too far. Therefore, they played tirelessly for more than half an hour, but they still tied. No matter where they hid, they could be found by the other party.

After seeing the children of the farmer's house, they fell in love with this game. Fat Ding was bullied by them several times and vowed not to play again. They were also saddened by the unchangeable fact that "I am a cat".

Even the stupid Snoopy is worse than himself in searching for things. This is the root of Fat Ding's pain. He is not as good as a dog.

The sunflowers were whispering in detail, and the noise caused by the friction between the leaves.

Han Xuan raised his head and saw a creature that was obviously "British shrimp" walking out of the sunflower bush.

Just a joke.

British shrimp are actually British people. Because their skin cannot withstand the sunlight and turns red as soon as it is sunny, it is nicknamed "British shrimp" by people from other countries.

It was a blonde British man in his fifties, wearing a pair of glasses, and had been myopia for a long time, and his eyes were slightly raised.

He was dressed casually, with grass leaves stuck to his body, and there were traces of wetness on his arms.

The sunflower field was flooded at night, so the ground was muddy. The British, who was about to enter the old age, had muddy shoes and trousers.

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

I just kept gasping and holding my knees with both hands, feeling that it was not satisfying, so I sat cross-legged on the grass.

Han Xuan has seen him on the cover of the book more than once, such as "Provence: Years of Residence", "Where Comes", "The Year of Provence", etc.

I knew a few days ago that he also lived nearby, but I didn't find a chance to visit this author whom I like very much.

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

If you don’t walk on a good road, why should you come from here?”

“I thought this was a shortcut that would save me some effort, but I didn’t expect to be even more tired.

My God, let me take a breath first.”

“The life of writing is like a life that a dog lives.

But it is the only life worth living in life.”

On the low haystack, there was an old Merle. He put his hands behind his head, looked at the blue sky and white clouds, and continued: "This is the words of the great French writer Flaubert, I wrote it in the book "Forever Provence".

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

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

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

I hope you don't mind writing my conversation with you in my new book."

“Same, I hope you don’t mind.

It would be better to let me take a photo of you. I am recently preparing to write a book about my autobiography and travel notes over the past two years."

Han Xuan said, "I know.

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

Sometimes I may feel happy because I write a good plot.

In fact, it is better to say that the plot I think is good is just because no one can water me cold water on the scene, so I feel it is exciting.

When we write books, we are only tables, chairs, pens and paper, right?”

"No, I'm more luxurious than you, and there is an old desk lamp to accompany me."

Mel joked and said, "Sometimes, I think I should have worked as a job like a professional accountant or lawyer.

During most of my time in creation, I always look like a fool, constantly asking myself: My God, what the hell are I writing? Does anyone want to see these boring little things?

If you encounter editors and readers urging them to write, the panic and frustration of not being able to submit the manuscript will be like the end of the world.

For people in other industries, writing a thousand words, two thousand words a day, or not a single word is irrelevant, but for a writer, that is a matter of life and death.

I have had enough of such a tormented writing life. It is a kind of mental fatigue and is more terrible than physical fatigue. But what else can I do besides writing books?

However, when I find that I can enjoy reading for a few hours for some readers I have never met, writing becomes worth it. Although it is still very tiring, the praise and remuneration of readers can give me some comfort" (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!