[Comprehensive novel] Almighty Lydia

"It doesn't seem to be impossible," she murmured, "Then we have to calculate it with everyone."

Lydia took a volume of the book and hugged it in her arms, and asked her father for the "Robinson Crusoe".

Got to go to Africa at night, got to recharge my batteries, and see if there were any tricks to living there more comfortably.

Mr. Bennet quickly found the book on field adventures, and then warned Lydia quite seriously, "I only bought one copy of this book. Don't take this and ask others if they can exchange it." skirt."

"Sorry, Dad," Lydia said guiltily, "It's a long time ago, and I won't do it again."

"Then I'll trust you for a while," Mr. Bennet shrugged, and walked outside with the vase, "To be honest, don't always joke with those gentlemen, do more serious things."

He endured it, and said rather sarcastically, "I'd rather you sleep more, it's better than this. I think you haven't been in a good mood these days. Dr. Thomp will come to our house in a while, you Remember to come down and have a look."

Generally speaking, in this period, gentlemen always choose to hand out cards in the morning and arrive at the home of the person to be visited in the afternoon.

As an acquaintance, Dr. Thomp can naturally come at such a few hours in the evening.

After thinking about it for a while, Lydia guessed that the person was specially invited for her.

"Dad," Lydia covered her face, "I think I'm fine, I can't be better."

Mr. Bennet shrugged, "Then you have to persuade your mother to agree with him to go back."

He glanced at his daughter who was noisy and liked to watch.In the past two days, she has changed a lot.

With a little brain, instead of talking about "gentleman", "sir" and "skirt" every day, I fell in love with housework, and started helping my sisters with this and that.

Turning back to her beautiful and sweet face.

But...if the clean and tidy before has become the sloppy one now, then Mr. Bennet still hopes that Lydia can be a little bit cleaner.

"Learn more from Lizzie," he said more rarely, "or Jane, talk less, listen more, read more, remember more, at least you won't be so awkward when talking to men."

"Understood Dad," Lydia scratched her head awkwardly, "I will read more books."

It's really a sex change. When will Lydia, who has a headache when she mentions reading, take the initiative to say, "I will read more books"?

"Let me see," Mr. Bennet pretended to put on his glasses and teased her, "Did the sun not set in the east today?"

"Father!" Lydia shyly wanted to find a crack in the ground to slip in.

The one who claims not to read is the ten-year-old her!She is long gone now!

Please don't mention it!

Lydia picked up the book in one hand, and lifted her inappropriate skirt with the other, "Goodbye, Dad, I'd better change into a skirt first."

She said hello to Mr. Bennet, and ran back upstairs with the crumpled skirt she slept on.

Mr. Bennet looked at his daughter who had run away, and shook his head helplessly.

After changing her clothes, Lydia rushed downstairs again and greeted the visiting Dr. Tomp. As she walked to the living room, she happened to meet the other four people discussing the publication of the book.

"I told my father," Elizabeth was a little annoyed, "I'm afraid he can't help us with the opening of the store. But he promised to help me write a letter to Uncle Gardner, and we can draw the blueprints and send them to Uncle Gardner." Send it over."

"I think so too," Jane touched the sketch in her hand, "Let's show it to my aunt first, I think maybe she will give us a little different reference."

"Then what do you think about the novel?" Kitty dragged her cheeks, "Five brothers met a mysterious man, got a studious, um, Goldfinger, and then went from being a commoner to a nobleman, marrying a famous lady, Going to the pinnacle of life?"

"But these are not popular now," Jane said gently, "You know, among the books that my uncle usually sends us, most of them are novels about sex with men and women and novels with strong horror colors. I haven't seen them yet. The kind of fiction we think about."

"Ladies," Mr. Bennet, who had sent the doctor away, moved a stool and sat down next to the sofa, "what are you whispering again?"

He said jokingly, "Would you mind letting your old father join in the fun?"

"Actually, it's like this," Elizabeth slightly concealed part of the content, "We plan to write a story in which the male protagonist meets a mysterious person, makes a fortune through hard work, and marries Miss Gaomen."

She glanced at her father pleadingly.

"Oh, that's right," he frowned. "There's nothing wrong with it as a hobby—but, you?"

"Including Lydia and Kitty?" Mr. Bennet tapped the armrest of the sofa he was leaning on with his fingertips, looking thoughtful.

Kitty and Lydia have never been very quiet, let alone write novels, and it is impossible to concentrate even on reading.

"What's the matter, Dad," Lydia pouted, "do you despise us?"

"You?" Mr. Bennet said perfunctorily, "then try it."

He moved his chair and stood up, "At least it's better than yelling to play here and there."

"So," Elizabeth covered her chest, "you agreed?!!"

Several people looked at each other, and they couldn't hold back their joy.

"I have nothing to disagree with." Mr. Bennet turned his head and glanced at them. "It's not me who wrote it."

Out of the corner of her eye, Lydia saw Mrs. Bennet approaching, and quickly thought of a way to pull her mother over.They quarreled again a few days ago, and the atmosphere at home was still not very good.

"Oh, father," Lydia said loudly, deliberately, "you are very wise. You are worthy of a gentleman who has married a beautiful and housewife. There is no one in the county who is so discerning and lucky. gone."

Although it is flattery, there are still two points of truth in it.

In fact, the combination of Mr. Bennet and Mrs. Bennet was quite a legendary story back then.

Mrs. Bennet came from a businessman family, her father was just an attorney in the legal industry, and Mr. Bennet, who married a gentry class, was well-known in Meriton Town and had sufficient assets, could be said to be a high-ranking man.

However, Mr. Bennet at that time was fascinated by Mrs. Bennet's beauty, so he had to.

"If you say I'm not open to anyone," Mr. Bennet snorted, "it must be a little girl like Lydia who is trying to provoke my relationship with my wife and is mischievous."

Although his relationship with his wife can only be said to be mediocre, it doesn't matter if he says some witty words in this atmosphere to make her a little happier.

"Forgive me, dear Mr. Bennet." Mrs. Bennet laughed out loud while holding a rag, "If I were ten years younger, I would still believe it."

Mrs. Bennet took the opportunity to sit on the side, "My dear Mr. Bennet, have you heard?"

"Heard what?" Mr. Bennet turned to her. "Have you heard anything that your wife doesn't know?"

"Oh, don't you tease me any more," said Mrs. Bennet. "Netherfield is let at last, and don't you want to know who it is?"

"Mom, is that Nefield Manor?" Lydia screamed with unspeakable excitement, "Is this real, Mom?"

They got excited.

Nefield Manor is a well-known luxury villa in Hertfordshire. It occupies a large area and is luxurious and comfortable. The ownership belongs to an Irish nobleman, but this nobleman does not live here.He put the manor out for rent, but because of the high rent, he has not been able to find a suitable tenant.

Now that this luxurious manor has been rented out, the possibility of the visitor being a rich lady is too low, no wonder the wives who have women at home are all excited.

"It hasn't been quiet for long, Lydia," Mr. Bennet frowned, and stood up. "I don't think this should be said in front of the children? Go to the study."

"What's more," he shook the book in his hand, "since you want to tell me, dear, I'm afraid I don't have the slightest choice?"

The girls around laughed and grabbed the father who was about to leave.

"Sit down, Pa," Lydia begged, "we want to hear. Me, Kitty, Mary, Jane, and Elizabeth!"

"Oh, is that so?" He sat back on the stool again, "but I don't want to talk about it. Let's talk about something else. How about the novel you are going to write?"

"Mr. Bennet!" Mrs. Bennet complained a little angrily, "So you received it? The card for visiting?"

"Of course not, my dear," Mr. Bennet denied the suggestion, "and what does it have to do with them?"

"Oh, you are!" Mrs. Bennet thumped him angrily. "Mr. Bingley is a bachelor with five thousand pounds a year! He must marry one of them!"

"Why, is this his decision to settle down here?" Mr. Bennet teased, "Okay ladies, it's time for dinner... accept your little thoughts," he stood up again, and went Walking to the restaurant, "He hasn't moved here yet, and I won't visit that gentleman for the time being."

"Oh," Kitty sighed in disappointment, but she didn't feel too regretful when she thought that she had only danced so many dances with handsome gentlemen today.

After a simple dinner, with the parchment and ink sponsored by Mr. Bennet, Lydia and the other four started to get busy.

Lydia described how she picked up the system and how she went to Africa.

Kitty next to her covered her mouth and smiled, "I think we can change this sentence," she made a drunken expression, "Africa, is the king's palace?"

"Oh, that must be it," said Mary, who was adding more details to Jane's dress, "and it must be a place where high-class people live, with many beautiful princesses!"

"Then we have to change the image of the hero," Elizabeth sighed, "I'm afraid I won't be the son of a squire if I can say such a thing."

After all, Lydia, the daughter of a country gentry who doesn't like reading, lives in the countryside for a long time, and is a little illiterate, is probably the only one who still has strange fantasies about Africa.

"How about a child from the slums?" Jane said lightly, she was sewing a wide-brimmed hat for her aunt, Mrs. Gardner, according to the patterns they saw last time, and used the same color if there was no material Replace it with fabric flowers made of gauze.

Thanks to Jane's excellent sewing skills, not only did the hat not look weird, but it was much simpler without those jewelry decorations.

"Then we have to ask Dad," Lydia sat cross-legged on the bed with her feet up, "I still have to prepare for my trip to Africa later."

She looked very frustrated, "I have to stay in there for a day, a day!"

"Is it like we study in the course?" Kitty stroked her chest bluntly, "That's terrible, luckily it's not me."

Then I got a pair of white eyes from Lydia, and a pillow that was thrown heavily.

She reached out to catch the pillow, and smirked at Lydia, "That's great, I'm worried that I don't have a pillow to cover my stomach!"

Soon it was night, and the system couldn't help but feel a bit of a headache when it saw Lydia lying on the bed in a large font.

[Host, are you ready? 】

The system asked worriedly.

"Hurry up," Lydia said, yawning, "I want to see if I can go fishing in Africa like Robinson Crusoe."

She pulled her skirt casually and closed her eyes.