Madame Bovary Reborn

The notary didn't make much publicity, but there were still many people who knew Miss Rouault's net worth, and naturally many people wanted to make up their minds. It's a pity that she was engaged to the doctor again, which made everyone stumble and sigh.Mr. Bovary told his parents the news, but Father Bovary was noncommittal. As long as he had wine, meat and women, everything would be fine.Grandma Bovary was annoyed by her son's presumptuous claims, and finally calmed down after inquiring about the high dowry of her new daughter-in-law.

Mr. Bovary has always been muddle-headed in terms of money and management. He used to have his mother in charge, but after he got married, his wife controlled him. He was like a donkey pulling a mill.Now he is going to take the bride in and take a look at his house. After the death of the former hostess, it seems that there is always some dilapidated meaning left, and he really wants to renovate it to express his sincerity.Although he wanted to curry favor with Emma, ​​it was a pity that things backfired. Only after looking through the account books did he realize that he was short of cash, not to mention that the dowry to Luo's house required a large sum of money, and he might have to mortgage his deceased wife's jewelry box to make up enough. Not to mention fixing up the house.M. Bovary could not help feeling depressed, but he forgot it when he fell asleep.Alas, if it wasn't for this kind of optimism, or rough nerves, he would have been beaten by life long ago.

On this day, Emma came to visit him.The neighbors were surprised by the girl's boldness when they saw it. Although they were already engaged, it was always not decent for a boudoir girl to openly enter the widower's house.The maid Nataxi finally met the legendary Miss Luo. Her attitude was neither salty nor indifferent, but Emma had never taken her seriously, and this time was no exception.The doctor came out of the consulting room in a hurry, and Emma couldn't help frowning as she looked at his crumpled and dusty coat.Mr. Bovary washed his hands, and invited her to sit in the living room. There was a bouquet of white lisianthus flowers on the table, which was obviously prepared for his late wife. Emma glanced at her and turned her eyes away.Mr. Bovary poured her a cup of tea himself. The aroma was so strong that it made her drowsy after drinking it in the afternoon. The doctor sat there and said, "This is from Uncle Tana, pine nut tea, the youngest son of his family. I sprained my foot in the woods, and I massaged him a few times. You know, you have to warm it up with strong wine on the fire first, rub the bruises away, and then fix the foot bone with a wooden plank. That kid is afraid of pain and screams louder than me. The old horse is ringing, but if it doesn’t hurt, it can’t be cured. Uncle Tana is sweating in pain, but as soon as I let go, the kid will be alive and kicking after a few days..." Emma didn't interrupt him, even smiling , This was an unbelievable thing in the previous life. At that time, she hated his long-winded, rude, ignorant of current affairs, and no winks, but now she thinks it is so cute.She once pursued those vain romances and indulged in intoxication, but in the end it cost her her life.Everything she had despised was what she relied on for survival, as it is now, how good it is.

After being alone for a long time, the doctor spoke contentedly for a long time, and Miss Emma's cleverness once again conquered him. Sitting in his living room, such a beauty simply made the whole house radiant.Nataxi came in to refill the water for the guests, but she was still reluctant.Emma looked around the house, exactly as she remembered.Widow Dubuque is not a good housekeeper, as long as the maid flatters her and doesn't seduce the master, she thinks she is qualified.Nataxi likes to be lazy, so the house is still so old and messy, Emma wonders whether it is better to advance the wedding date.The doctor obviously didn't think his life was so bad, and he finally remembered to ask Miss Rouau why she came.Emma smiled and took out a small glass bottle from her handbag, which contained a crystal clear oily liquid, "This is a body oil made by a guy in our family according to the old method, I would like you to go to the city's medical examination I will issue a certificate of safety of the ingredients.” The doctor accepted it and agreed that it would not be difficult, although he did not have a pharmacist’s license, but with his status as a doctor, the laboratory would not reject such a door-to-door transaction.Emma took out a tube of coins from her bag and gave him a smile, "Don't be afraid to spend money." The doctor blushed a little. He was indeed a bit stingy. No wonder he was a poor boy.In order to save this embarrassing situation, the doctor uncorked the bottle and smelled it. Emma didn't hide anything from him, so she said softly, "It's grape seed oil."

The doctor looked at Emma in a little surprise. No one else knew about it, but he has always been an outsider. Although it took a lot of effort to pass the medical exam, in fact he was not an idiot. It was all because of For the sake of her son's future, Grandma Bovary suspended his studies at Rouen High School and was forced to become a monk halfway to study medicine.Although he was not at the top of the Rouen High School, his accomplishments in natural history are worthy of everyone's expectations because of his hard work and solid foundation.All in all, Mr. Bovary had to choose to practice medicine because of his job problem, but in fact he often appears clumsy because of his shallow family background, not because he is so stupid that he is hopelessly stupid.grape seed oil!He remembered that in the procrastinated "Greek Travels" (that book is also his favorite pillow now), the ancient Greek ladies used to take crushed grape seeds in the morning to whiten their skin. He had seen it before, but now he suddenly realized.No matter how dull he is, he still understands the value of the bottle of grape seed oil in his hand.The doctor hesitated and said, "Actually, you can peel off the shell of the grape seeds and dry the germ inside to make pills." Emma's eyes lit up.The oil-forming rate of grape seeds is not high, and besides, there is the famous Huanyanchun, and she wants to promote it. She is afraid that it will block the big man's way of making money, so she can only use it on a small scale. She is actually very unwilling.Since the doctor said so, he must have some confidence. Emma thought about it and said, "I'll send someone to deliver some grape seeds tomorrow. You might as well try it."

After Mademoiselle Rouault left, the doctor simply forgot all his sleep and food.He knew very well in his heart that he was not worthy of Miss Luault, but he won her heart only because of his courage. If he could really make grape seeds into pills and sell them successfully, Emma would definitely look at him differently.For a man, the respect and admiration of his wife is the best nourishment.After all, he was a simple person, and he never planned that he would gain both fame and fortune because of it.

The power of love has always been omnipotent, Mr. Bovary found the goal of struggle, and the sixty thick volumes of "Dictionary of Medicine" filled with six layers of pine bookshelves finally got rid of the untouched fate.He also dug out the "Medical Newsletter" that was sent regularly from under the dining table. He forgot to study, and he didn't even have the heart to taste the steamed duck leg with minced garlic cooked by Nataxi. Except for necessary medical visits, he Locking himself in the study room, looking at a bunch of grape seeds and chanting words, the house is full of books, and even the mysterious prescription "Compendium of Materia Medica" from the far east was borrowed by him from the library in the town. There are also records of grape seeds being used for beauty.This strengthened his confidence even more, and he secretly planned that he should take the examination for the qualification of a pharmacist, so that it would be more convenient for him to act in the future.Toth's apothecary often tripped him up at critical moments, and though he was aloof, he was tired of it.Half a month later, he went to Rouen with the ten pills he had made and the small bottle of grape seed oil. Finally got the number. As long as the ingredients are tested to be safe and the certificate of identification is obtained, these medicines can be officially used.

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