1986: My Happy Life in Provence

Chapter 70 Travel Season Arrives

Zoe is an independent, opinionated and knowledgeable woman.

The reasons she used to convince Ronan made it difficult for Ronan to find an angle to refute:
"Try to make beds and closets, it doesn't stop you from going to Avignon to buy furniture. You have more than one bedroom in your house, so they will always be used in different scenarios. If they are successful, you, me, and your parents will all find happiness in them."

Ronan wanted to say:

You are right, everything you said is right!

But why do you want to get involved?

This will waste a lot of your time!
Zoe seemed to have heard Ronan's thoughts and said slowly:
"When I was Vieri's age, I could make tables, boxes and shelves. Six years have passed, and I still only know how to make these. It's time for a technical upgrade. Besides, you farmers have busy and slack seasons, while we craftsmen work around the kiln all year round. It's understandable that we can take a holiday, right?"

"Are you sure this is a holiday?" Ronan tilted his head, with a look of 'I don't believe it' written all over his face.

Zoe raised her beautiful eyebrows slightly:
"Of course, change your mind."

"But--"

Ronan wanted to say something when a mask was put on his face, blocking his mouth.

Zoe expertly helped Ronan adjust the elastic behind his head:
"Hurry up and finish the table. We are going to Avignon to order the wood."

Outside.

Leah, who was eavesdropping, excitedly grabbed Louis' arm:
"We tried so many ways to keep Ronan but couldn't. But Zoe said just two words and he stayed."

Thank goodness Zoe finally figured this out!

Louis said in a complicated tone:
"I still can't accept this fact. I have always regarded Ronan as a 'brother'."

About a month ago, Leah asked him, "What would your attitude be if Zoe and Ronan were together?" Louis replied casually, "Of course I agree."

But that answer was totally off-base.

How did Zoe end up with Ronan?

Until Leah brought him here to eavesdrop and spy
Zoe actually put on protective gear for Ronan herself?

When trying to convince Ronan, he gave such a 'false' excuse?

Vieri asked Zoe to make him a small box for sports equipment just the day before yesterday, but Zoe refused on the grounds that she had no time.

Do you have time now?

Leah ignored the sadness of losing her "brother" in Louis' tone and left the backyard excitedly:

"I have to get ready too. Do Ronan's parents like apple pie or cherry pie? Pork pie or cheese pancake? I'd better upgrade my technology as well."

Louis still refused to leave the door, and fell into another kind of sad mood:

"My daughter actually has someone she likes? Oh my God!"

When you are busy, time flies by in a flash.

One morning Ronan woke up and found that the sound of the shotgun had disappeared.

You know, he has heard this sound every day since he moved to Provence, especially in the morning. He looked at the dusty calendar on the wall and was surprised to find that April had arrived.

A lot happened in the last week of March.

Ronan went to Avignon and ordered enough wood to make three beds and three cabinets, and then went to a specialty furniture store to select ready-made furniture.

He saved the furniture dealer's phone number, and the other party promised to deliver the goods within three days of receiving the call. After making all the preparations, Ronan formally sent an invitation to his parents, and with the mediation of his mother, the plan was easily formed.

Afterwards, Ronan and Zoe plunged into the woodworking workshop, immersing themselves in the arduous task.

The good news is that the two of them had already accumulated a lot of tacit understanding when they were setting up the stall, and recently they have been spending a long time together day and night, and their tacit understanding has been elevated to a new level, producing a magical chemical effect of '1+1 is greater than 2'. Although the task is arduous, there is still a good chance of success.

Ronan's workbench and tool rack had already been completed, but the two of them tacitly did not mention the topic of leaving. It seemed that Ronan should stay there forever.

"Time flies," Ronan sighed, picking up his coffee cup and heading to his favorite kitchen area.

He opened the kitchen window and wanted to take a closer look at the Luberon scenery in April.

But what caught my eye was a yellowed "captain's hat" and a busy figure.

"Good morning, Mr. Ronan." Henry heard the noise and turned around to give what he thought was his friendliest smile.

"What are you doing?" Ronan glanced at the sun above his head and judged that it should be around 7 o'clock in the morning.

Henry in my yard at 7am?

"I'm taking protective measures for this yard." Henry showed a determined look.

Ronan found a wooden stake under his feet and a wooden sign with red paint on it that read - No Trespassing!
The paint hadn't dried yet and was dripping along the writing, leaving horrible marks.

If Ronan hadn't just looked at the calendar, he would have thought it was Halloween.

"Who are you guarding against?" Ronan immediately became nervous.

He had just gathered a few pieces of furniture. Could it be that the thieves were coming to 'pick up' them again?

"The Belgians!" Henry said with a twitching mouth, "Those devils are coming to Provence to cause trouble again. I will never allow them to trample these flowers!"

In Provence, there are two types of foreigners who are the objects of everyone's ridicule.

One group is Parisian and the other is Belgian.

Ronan didn't know why the people of Provence had such a big prejudice against the Belgians, and he didn't dare to ask because as a Parisian he would also be the object of ridicule.

"My yard has a fence, they won't come in." Ronan comforted.

Henry treated the flowers he planted like his daughters, and Ronan had already experienced this.

One time when he came home, he saw Henry talking and laughing to the flowers, praising them for being as beautiful as 'their sister' Lisa.

"Those 'devils' think that the entire Luberon area is a tourist attraction. Even with the fence, it can't stop them from taking pictures." Henry moved gently, "Damn it, I've taken care of this place so well, not to be a background for them. I really hope those guys get out of France!"

Ronan continued to comfort Henry:

"Tourists drive economic growth, and the government would be concerned if they didn't come."

Henry hammered the stake down:

"Come on, those people always bring a lot of bags with them, enough food and daily necessities, and are reluctant to spend a penny locally. Mr. Ronan, when the travel season really starts, you will know how painful it is."

Ronan picked up the cup and took a sip of coffee in silence.

What kind of psychological trauma has the travel season brought to the people of Provence?
Why does everyone around me care so much about the arrival of travel season?
Suddenly, Ronan thought of something.

With the arrival of the tourist season, the flow of people to the Mena Village Market is bound to increase.

Will his stall also be affected?
(End of this chapter)