As soon as the sky was dawn, women in small towns in northwestern Canada got up from bed, took some hygiene, and started working for a busy day.

For the villagers in such remote towns, most of their work is related to their families, mainly to clean up the family, prepare meals for the men at home, and take their children to pick up dry branches as firewood. Of course, sometimes they will sort out the excess vegetables in the vegetable garden, go to the market early to sell them, exchange some money to subsidize the household income, or buy something for themselves.

Bescy is such a woman. When she was very young, her father married an honest gardener and lived together for more than 20 years. Although she did not have a harmonious life, the two of them did not argue much. They had five children to raise, and they earned the money by their husbands working for the owner of the big manor, and could not maintain their lives at all. So Bescy built a small vegetable garden himself and went to the market to buy vegetables every day.

Over the past few years, Dao has become a well-known vegetable businessman.

"Hey! Good morning, Bessi!"

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

"Hello, Madam Macha, what do you need to do today? Oh, I suggest you get some cabbage. This is what I just chopped this morning, very fresh!" Bessi introduced with a smile. Her two sons saw that it was this person, and they looked at each other and ran away at once. They didn't want to experience this routine language bombing every morning.

Madame Macha is very famous in the market, not because her husband is a small businessman who prints newspapers for the newspaper, but because Madame Macha is extremely capable of speaking. Once he catches someone, his mouth is like a river dam breaking a dike, and he can talk endlessly for the past afternoon.

The two boys were deeply afraid of this magical sound, so every time they saw this woman, they would disappear at the fastest speed.

It is a habit for Mrs. Macha to come to Bessi here to buy vegetables every morning. It is not because she has so many fresh dishes, but because Bessi is the only person in the entire market who is willing to listen to her.

"Okay! Come on some!" Madam Macha agreed readily without even looking at it.

Bessi is quite grateful for this, after all, she is the daughter of a farmer. She has no culture and can only farm. There are many vegetable merchants who are older than her in the market. Mama Macha comes to buy her every time. So she doesn't realize how much Mama Macha talks about her. Moreover, after getting used to it, she can still know the latest news and various rumors in the town from her words. For example, whose wife committed adultery with a gardener again, or the rich man married a new wife, or something. In this 19th century without much entertainment, it is also a good show.

Bessi lowered his head and picked up cabbage for Mrs. Macha. Mrs. Macha walked to the back of the vegetable stall, sat on Bessi's stool, and began to speak.

"Hey, Bescy, aren't you tired of doing this every day? Your husband is indeed making too little money. I've told you a long time ago. That old man Brandt is a dumb guy. Last time he bought a pack of needles and thread at the grocery store east of the town and was stumbling with the seller for half an hour. Your husband works in the manor of this old miser's house. It's good not to get a more salary. It's absolutely impossible to go to White's house to do it. He's not bad, quite gentle and generous. Two days ago, his second lady celebrated her birthday and set off a big show. I heard that even the chefs who cooked came from big cities. A gardener at his house quit his job and said he was going home to get married. Now is the opportunity. Ask your husband to try it..."

Bessie looked up and interrupted, "No, he signed a contract with Mr. Brandt, and he would have to work for at least two years, otherwise he would have to pay a lot of money."

"That's it! Hi! I'll just say that old man is very treacherous! Oh. Thank you Bescy, how much?" Mrs. Macha took the full basket of vegetables, and did not leave after paying the basket, and put the basket beside her. She licked her lips with unsatisfactory feeling, and continued, "Bescy, do you know that Sir Logan's family, who had disappeared for more than two months, appeared today. I heard the night watchman I met this morning. Before dawn, a large group of carriages drove into the town, with hundreds of people. There were several carriages with the mark of this noble."

"Oh? So, Master Logan went to the provincial capital?" Bessi looked up in surprise and said, busy replenishing vegetables for the stalls he had already vacated.

"They all said this, but I know the truth!" As he said that, Madame Macha took the initiative to see the voice down for the first time, looked around and looked at his ear close to Bessi and said, "You know the profession of my family. Every day, I am familiar with the noble's family emblem. I heard that this time he came to the town, there was the Metcalf family emblem!"

Besic said: "What is that?"

"Oh!" Seeing that Bessi did not understand the implicit meaning in his words, Madame Macha seemed a little anxious and said in a smaller voice: "The Metcalf family, that is the family of Count Charles Metcalf, the governor of Canada!"

"Ah!" Bessi looked up at Madame Macha in surprise. Madame Macha nodded excitedly, then raised a finger to her lips, signaling her to keep the matter secret.

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

After being surprised, Bessi lost interest and continued to fiddle with the vegetables in his hand. Madame Macha became even more excited and whispered: "I knew that if Sir Logan had disappeared for two months for no reason, there must be a major thing to do. So, did Master Jazz go to Ottawa? Well, it must be! Oh, I heard that Ottawa is so beautiful, I will go there too in this life!"

Bessi looked back at Madame Macha and wanted to remind her that it was time to go back and prepare lunch, but looking at her expression of wandering around the sky, she knew that she could not hear what she said at this time, so she had no choice but to shake her head and turn back again.
Chapter completed!