1986: My Happy Life in Provence

Chapter 152 Private territory, do not approach

This Roman column area was a sudden idea of Ronan. It is not the main leisure area of the backyard. It was built near the dining area for people like Zoe who don’t like to sit at the dining table for too long to rest. Therefore, it does not occupy a large area and there are not many seats designed.

Once Pierre and the other big guys sat down, Ronan couldn't sit comfortably and had to squeeze in with Henry.

"It's already past 9 o'clock. Aren't you guys going home yet?" Ronan asked with a wry smile.

Feng Zhen and Luo Tianhai were both hospitable people. They brought wine and fresh cherries to these drunkards. With food and drinks, these people really treated this place as an old tavern.

But the old pub closes at 8pm.
"Ronan, I'm serious, why don't you open a 'pub' at home? But it can't only sell rosé wine." Pierre crossed his legs comfortably.

The environment here is ten thousand times better than the smoky old tavern!
Except for the fact that it is rosé, it can be described as perfect.

Of course, drinking rosé in such a beautiful setting isn’t too unbearable, but it’s better to have something else.

Ronan looked at him with a half-smile:
"If you don't come when I really start selling alcohol, I'll be angry."

Pierre put his thumb to his lips and put his other four fingers together, which is the local gesture for "drinking":

"I will definitely empty your wine cellar."

Theo stretched out his legs comfortably, put his hands on his head, and squinted his eyes to look at the starry sky:
"I don't mind pink wine, I'd be happy to drink pink wine every day."

Oh my God, Ronan's family has another thing that makes him obsessed.

Bathroom, DS19, and now this beautiful little outdoor recreation area.
Theo had decided that he would come over at first light tomorrow morning to help and quickly finish up the rest of Ronan's backyard.

Ronan told them to go home quickly, but his body was still honest and filled their glasses with wine:
"Plenty of pink wine."

After being tired for so many days, I finally had a stage of "harvest". The most comfortable thing was to have a good drink with a few good brothers all night.

Kabian put his hand in front of the campfire. Although it was not cold at all, he saw people in the movie doing this:

"What were you thinking? How could you design such a beautiful and comfortable area with a bonfire and beautiful flowers?"

Ronan looked around with satisfaction:

"It's not completely finished yet. We'll add some gauze curtains later, which may only be available in Apt."

"Aren't you done yet?" Cornell sat on the floor with a glass of wine, leaning against the Roman column behind him, and said enviously, "You are too romantic, aren't you? Movies are not as good as yours. In the past, all the young girls in Lourmarin were 'crazy' for you, but I didn't accept it. Now I completely understand."

Fabian laughed and said:
"Do you think an 'artist' would just feed peaches to people casually? That means he was conquered by Ronan's romance!"

Ronan took a sip of wine embarrassedly:

"You guys are getting more and more outrageous as you talk."

Is this romantic?
You still know too little.

Compared to the lazy guys who only know how to drink and enjoy themselves, Henry is concerned with more practical issues:

"Mr. Ronan, your backyard is so beautifully decorated, you will definitely need someone to maintain it in the future, right?"

Henry patted his chest hard:

"I can come and charge you the cheapest price!"

Theo sneered again:
"All he thinks about is money. He comes to Ronan to ask for work again."

Henry had previously tried to curry favor with Pierre and Lucas in order to get them to give him more work.

Henry also snorted coldly:
"Anyone who doesn't want to make money is a fool!"

Theo grumbled in dissatisfaction:
"When there is a good opportunity to make money, my good brothers will think of me first!"

Henry said stubbornly:

"Mr. Ronan will not give a lazy guy like you a chance to make money."

Ronan stopped their quarrel with a smile:

"Stop arguing, stop arguing. I'm sure you'll have trouble in the future."

Several other farmers looked over at the same time.

Damn, can you really make money?

Ronan picked up a new bottle of pink wine:

"But before that, don't forget what you said. If I sell alcohol someday, you will all take care of my business."

As expected, the small corner of the backyard that Ronan's family had just built became the latest "landscape" in Lourmarin.

Every day, countless adults and children from the village go to Ronan's house to work with Cafu's men.

Lourmarin is so small that no news can be hidden.

The tourism industry in Lourmarin is so underdeveloped that tourists can see everything in the village in more than two hours. When they see the villagers gathered at a house, they follow them out of curiosity - and end up discovering the most "interesting" house in Lourmarin.

"Can we go inside and take pictures?" several female college students holding cameras asked expectantly.

Henry stood at the door of Ronan's house with a fierce look on his face, pointing at the sign written by Satan himself and saying:

"This is private territory!"

"Just take pictures and leave, never stay too long." One of the girls said flatteringly.

Henry bared his rotten teeth and said with spit flying:

"This is private territory, no visitors allowed. Go somewhere else to take pictures!" Cornell came over with a smile and said politely to the ladies:

"The yard is still under construction. It's very dangerous. I suggest you go to some safe place to visit. Now is the cherry picking season. You can experience the fun of picking cherry yourself in the cherry forest near the village. I'll take you to have a look?"

Several female students looked reluctantly at the Roman columns and the hammock that looked very comfortable:
"Ok."

Cornell had just led them out about ten meters when a beautiful yellow shadow appeared at the end of the asphalt road.

Theo parked the DS19 in front of Ronan's house and came down with a small bag of tomatoes:

"Don't bother your parents anymore. I'll buy groceries for you every day."

Ronan got out of the passenger seat and shook his head speechlessly:
"This meal doesn't need any tomatoes. You can find a better excuse if you're itching to eat."

Theo said stubbornly:

"You don't understand, tomatoes are a must in Lourmarin sandwiches."

The female college students were attracted by the cool yellow convertible and returned again:
"Wow, that's so cool, can you drive it to the vineyard so we can take a picture? A convertible and a vineyard are a great combination!"

Theo stood in front of the car like he was protecting his 'wife':

“This is a private car, not a tourist attraction.”

"Just take one!" Several girls tried hard.

"No!" Theo and Henry rarely formed a united front.

The tourists were completely enraged:
"You're not allowed to take photos of the backyard! You're not allowed to take photos of the car! What they say in the magazine is a lie. The residents here are not hospitable at all!"

"Wait a minute--" Ronan wanted to stop them and explain it to them, but when a woman gets angry, she won't listen to any explanation from a man.

"We are going to file a complaint! We are going to file a complaint with the Lourmarin government and the Tourism Bureau!"

"Is this the nth complaint with the same reason?" Blanco asked with a smile after listening to Claude's description.

Tourist cities and villages receive various complaints every day. This is not uncommon.

Curiously, a new cause for complaint has recently emerged in Lourmarin.

After villagers filled in "Ronan" as the reason for applying for stalls, this name also began to appear in the reasons for customer complaints.

Isn't this amazing?
Claude has worked at the Lourmarin Tourism Center for more than ten years and has never seen anything so outrageous:
"It's the third one this week, all because of complaints from Ronan's family not allowing visitors."

"Ronan. It's Ronan again." Sylvie smiled and tapped the table with her pen. "Summer is approaching, and the flow of people to the market has increased significantly in the past two weeks. There has been a long queue in front of Ronan's stall. We have arranged a full-time staff member to help him maintain order every week."

She looked at everyone proudly:

"This is the experience I learned from the failure of Mena Village. Last week at the market in Mena Village, the line in front of Ronan's stall was too long, which blocked other stall owners from doing business, resulting in a small 'conflict'. The same mistake cannot be allowed to happen in Lourmarin."

"I heard from a farmer who is familiar with Ronan that his income from the market has increased recently."

"I have heard this news, and quite a few villagers have heard this news. The market application is still very popular."

Blanco smiled and clasped his hands together.

Ronan is really Lourmarin's lucky charm.

Whenever his name appears in a meeting recently, good news is sure to follow.

Claude was the only one with a sad face:
"Village Chief, regarding Ronan's customer complaint."

Stop laughing and look at me!

Our Tourism Management Center is the most important business in Lourmarin!
Blanco's index finger tapped rhythmically on the table:

"This is only temporary. Ronan can 'design' and 'modify' it. Let him create a place where tourists can visit and take photos, a real 'attraction'."

Sylvie's eyes lit up, and she looked at Blanco expectantly:

"Has the 'proposal' Ronan mentioned been passed?"

The commercial street project is government-occupied land, and the transfer of government-occupied land is a very complicated and troublesome matter. Even Blanco may not be able to make the final decision, and many functional departments need to be involved in the discussion.

Everyone thought that letting Ronan open a restaurant on the commercial street was already a disaster.
Blanco nodded solemnly:

"Yes, we have finally reached a conclusion. The government has decided to spare no effort to support and promote the development of tourism in Lourmarin. Buying and selling may be a more attractive means. We will provide different forms of cooperation to different stall owners according to their needs."

"What form of cooperation will Ronan take?" Everyone looked over curiously.

Blanco smiled and said:
"I have arranged for Ronan to come to the Lourmarin government to discuss this matter. If you are interested, come and listen."

On Wednesday, Ronan went to the Lourmarin government to meet Blanco as scheduled.

This was his second visit to the government office building. The last time he came was to apply for a stall.

Ronan was led into a meeting room by the staff.

When he pushed the door open, he was so scared that he almost closed it and went back.

Oh my God, why are there so many people?

Are these dozen people here to "negotiate" with him?

(End of this chapter)