[Comprehensive classics] Let Gao Leng learn the language

Cornelius van Baerle, at the age of twenty-eight, with an iron physique and keen powers of observation, with his cash of 28 florins and his annual income of 40 florins, was convinced that: If a person always receives too many gifts from heaven, he will not be happy.

He was not interested in the public welfare of Godfather Corneille, nor in the taste of honor.

Therefore, in order to obtain happiness for himself in his own way, Cornelius began to study plants and insects, collecting and classifying the flowers and plants of the various islands, taxidermied the insects of the whole province, and wrote a treatise, and drew the illustrations with his own hands, and at last he simply did not know what to do with his time, and especially how to spend the money he was accumulating with astonishing rapidity, so that in all the worlds of his country and his age Selected one of the most elegant and costly follies.

He fell in love with tulips.

When Cornelius began to devote himself to the cultivation of tulips, and to spend on it his annual income and his father's florins, a burgher named Isaac Boxdale lived in Dordrecht. He is next door.As soon as the man reached a sensible age, he had the same hobbies as himself, and whenever he heard the word "tulban" mentioned by others, he was very happy.According to the French Botanist, the highest authority on this flower, "tulban" is the first name used in Sinhala for this handiwork of God which we call tulips.

Boxdale is not as lucky and rich as Wang Baierle.

Van Baerle succeeded in cultivating the most beautiful tulips from the time when he used his gifted ingenuity in this direction, and it was about this time that the Tulip Society of Haarlem offered a prize for To the man who found a large black tulip without a speck of variegation, this was an unsolved problem, and considered impossible, since there were not even tawny varieties in nature at that time.

That is why everyone says that whoever created the bounty could have raised the hundred thousand florins to two million florins, because it is simply impossible.

However, the Tulip Festival did not cause a sensation from top to bottom.

Van Baerle was one of those determined tulip growers.

And his neighbor Boxdale is a speculator. He took advantage of the opportunity that his family lived opposite Van Baerle to spy on his every move with a telescope every day.

He was jealous of what Van Baerle had accomplished, and when he found out that Van Baerle might have grown black tulips, greed called out the devil in him.

He once saw Corneille de Witte hand over a package of important documents to Van Baerle through a telescope.

When he pulled the trigger of desire on Van Baerle, Van Baerle was in his drying room, with his feet on the rungs of the table and his elbows on the tablecloth, watching him with great pleasure. Three roots branched off from his bulbs—three pure, perfect, unblemished roots.

"Fantastic bulbous..."

Cornelius enjoyed this pleasure, and indulged in sweet dreams.

Suddenly, the doorbell of his house rang, much louder than usual.

Cornelius was startled, put his hand on the bulb, and turned his head.

"Who?" he asked.

"Sir," answered the servant, "is a messenger from The Hague."

"A messenger from The Hague . . . what is he doing?"

"Sir, it's Clark."

"Tell him to wait a while."

"I can't wait," said a voice in the passage.

While talking, Clark didn't listen to his orders and rushed into the drying room.This kind of forced entry was completely against the habits of Cornelius and Swanberger's house. Therefore, when he saw Kleik rushing into the drying room, his hand holding the bulb moved almost convulsively. With one movement, two bulbs were knocked off, one rolled under a table next to the big table, and the other rolled into the fireplace.

"Damn it!" said Cornelius, hastening to find his bulb. "What's the matter, Cleck?"

"Sir!" said Clark, placing the note on the big table where only the third bulb remained! "Please don't delay for a moment, take a look at this note at once."

Believing that he had noticed signs of unrest in the streets of Dordrecht similar to the one he had just avoided in The Hague, Clerk slipped away without looking back.

"Yes! Yes! Dear Cleck," said Cornelius, reaching under the table to pick up the precious bulb; "I will read your note." Then, he picked up the bulb and put it in the palm of his hand. examine.

"Okay!" he said, "this one's not broken. Clarke! He's breaking into my practice room like that! Now look at that one."

Van Baerle did not put down the fleeing bulb, went to the fireplace, knelt down, and touched the ashes with his fingertips, which were fortunately cold.

After a while, he touched the second bulb.

"Okay," he said, "I got it."

He gazed at it with almost paternal affection, and said:

"It's as unbroken as the first one!"

At this moment, Cornelius was still kneeling on the ground to inspect the second bulb. The door of the drying room shook violently, and then opened it. Cornelius suddenly felt that the bad guy called angry The advisor's flames rose to his cheeks and ears.

"What's the matter again?" he asked. "What! Has everyone here gone crazy?"

"Sir, sir!" A servant shouted as he rushed into the drying room, his face was paler than Clark's, and his expression was also more panicked than Clark's.

"What's the matter?" asked Cornelius, and the two successive violations of the family routine made him suspect that some catastrophe must be upon him.

"Sir, run away, run away!" cried the servant.

"Escape! Why?"

"Sir, the house is full of soldiers."

"What are they doing here?"

"Come to you."

"What are you looking for me for?"

"Catch you."

"Catch me?"

"Yes, sir, in the lead is a judge."

"What does that mean?" asked Van Baerle, holding two bulbs in his hands, and looking fearfully at the stairs.

"They're coming up, they're coming up!" cried the servant.

"Ah! My dear child, my venerable master!" The nurse also entered the drying room. "Pack up your gold, silver and jewelry, run away, run away!"

"But, nurse, where do you want me to run?" asked Van Baerle.

"Jump out of the window."

"25 feet tall."

"You'll fall in six feet of soft mud."

"Yes, but I will fall on my tulips."

"It's okay, just jump."

Cornelius took the third bulb, went to it, and opened the window, but he saw what damage he would do to the flower-bed, and not that he would jump from such a high place, he said :

"Never jump."

Said and took a step back.

At that moment, they saw the tips of the soldiers' halberds through the banister of the stairs.

Cornelius and Svanbylle, all he can think of is his inestimable bulbs. One can imagine how difficult it is for Ms. Gao Leng to occupy the first place in his heart.

He looked around for some paper to wrap them up, saw the page of "Bible" that Clark had put on the table, and quickly picked it up, because he was so confused, he didn't think where the paper came from, Just wrapped up the three bulbs and hid them in my arms and waited.

At that instant the soldiers entered, led by a judge.

"Are you Dr. Cornelius-Usvan Baerle?"

The judge asked, though he evidently knew the young man; but he was acting in accordance with the law, and, as we can see, it was a dignified question.

"Yes, Judge Vansbonram," replied Cornelius, bowing politely to the judge, "you know it well."

"Okay! Give us the documents of the rebellion hidden in your house."

"Rebel Files Out"

Cornelius repeated it, and the question stunned him.

"Hmph, don't play dumb."

"I swear to you, Judge Vincebonram," replied Cornelius, "that I do not know at all what you mean."

"Then I will remind you, doctor," said the judge; "give us the papers that the traitor Corneille de Witt entrusted to you during the first month of this year."

Cornelius understood at once.

"Ha! Ha!" said Vincebonram, "you remember now, don't you?"

"Yes, but what you were talking about just now is the document of rebellion. I don't have that kind of document."

"Ah, don't you admit it?"

"of course."

The Judge turned his head and took a quick glance around the room.

"Where's that room in your house called the drying room?" he asked.

"We're in the drying room right now, Judge Spanglong."

The judge glanced at a page clipped to the top of his file.

"Very well," he said confidently.

Then he turned towards Cornelius.

"Will you hand me these papers?" he said.

"But I can't, Mr. Vancebonland. These papers are not mine, but have been entrusted to my custody; things that are kept in another's custody must not be tampered with."

"Doctor Cornelius," said the judge, "in the name of Congress, I order you to open this drawer and give me the papers inside."

The judge pointed his finger precisely to the third drawer of a chest of drawers beside the fireplace.

The fact that the papers were indeed in the third drawer proved that the information the police had received was absolutely correct.

"Very well! Don't you want to drive?" said Vansbahn, seeing Cornelius standing there motionless, "then I will drive myself."

The judge opened the drawer completely, and the first thing he saw were some twenty bulbs, neatly arranged and carefully labeled, and then he saw the paper package, which had been delivered to the unfortunate Corneille de Witte. It was exactly the same when he taught his son, untouched.

The judge broke the sealing sealer, tore open the envelope, glanced eagerly at the first pages which lay before his eyes, and exclaimed in a terrible voice:

"Ah! The information obtained by the court is not bad at all!"

"What!" said Cornelius, "what's in it?"

"Well, don't play dumb anymore, Monsieur van Baerle," replied the judge, "come with us."

"Why, tell me to go with you!" The doctor called out.

"Yes, because I arrested you in the name of Congress."

"Arrest me!" cried Cornelius; "but what crime have I committed?"

"It's not my business, Doctor, go and reason with your judges."

"where?"

"The Hague."

The author has something to say: The hero and Ms. Gao Leng will meet soon