Harry Potter’s Morning Light

   Chapter 1274 The Shepherd of the Moon God

  In the long Middle Ages, the Normandy horse was the first choice of British knights.

  But in the 14th century, after the gorse dynasty lost all the land in France, Britain had to import horses from France and the low countries at high prices.

  Different from the United Kingdom, France was rich in good horses in the Middle Ages, and Perche made the French cavalry dominate Europe. It is one of the few heavy-duty horses with strong speed and endurance. Now it is a luxury for someone to use this horse to pull a cart for himself.

  Walking into the carriage and being carried on the horse to make a choice, Georgianna wisely chose the former.

  The first ruler rides in one carriage by herself, and she rides in another carriage. Unlike that carriage, the carriage she rides is very low-key, no different from ordinary noble carriages.

  She was taken back to the Grand Trianon so silently. Fortunately, she was not sent to the Tuileries bedroom like those opera stars, although there is no difference in essence.

   Before he came back, she went to take a bath in the luxurious bath of Louis XIV. During the bath, she closed her eyes and thought about what Leon Coul said.

  French horse administration weakened with the continuous expansion of arable land, and even in order not to cause extra load, the French army did not bring tents, because pulling tents required extra horses and carriages.

  Although there is a lot of arable land in France, the yield is not high. It is only planted once a year. After the Revolution, France allocated the land to the farmers. It sounds like a good thing, and the farmers have their own land.

Although the British land enclosure movement was bloody, it realized the readjustment of land resources and land. The adjusted land was re-planned, and the rotation system was implemented. Four plots of land, two plots of land, and two plots of animal husbandry were developed, which not only released the needs of industry. The manpower of the United Kingdom has also allowed the poor soil of Britain to regain fertility.

  France is different. There is only one piece of land in the family, and there is no cultivation at all, let alone planting twice a year.

  Inefficient production methods need to be improved, but Leoncourt said that the farmer model is New World, not necessarily suitable for France, she does not want to become an empty talker herself.

  Napoleon Bonaparte was from the Jacobins. He was also opening up the land after he took over. He cut trees and he could be used to build warships. He told him to stop pioneering and protect water and soil. God knows if he can accept it.

  Land reform must be prudent, one who is not careful will become the second Bourbon royal family, but what Leoncourt said does have some truth.

  It is overwhelming that the old aristocratic powers will return to the DPRK to take up their posts. Those conservatives who support the restoration of slavery cannot be allowed to dominate. Wealth does not necessarily need to be obtained through oppression and enslavement...

  Hearing the rushing water, she opened her eyes, and the unclothed First Ruling was sitting next to her. He looked very natural, as if it was not the first time that a woman had taken a bath with him.

   "Am I not good enough to you?" he said angrily.

   "You said that you slept in another room before I understood the ‘honour’." She shook her head helplessly, "The rules you set yourself are the first to break."

  "Then have you thought about it?" He continued to say angrily.

   "You are a bastard." Georgiana said coldly, "A girl from Baolin, who walked out of the desert on her own, was admired by many soldiers, but you bullied her husband, your soldier, where is your honor?"

  He sighed, stopped talking nonsense, and acted directly on her.

  She did not refuse, anyway, she had to face it sooner or later. Besides, she was not a girl who needed to be chaste and married.

  She slapped him after he was done. He seemed to be used to it, and his face was too thick.

  He is lying lazily in the bath, looking relaxed, as if he can talk very well. Generally speaking, this should be a good time for pillow breeze.

   "You didn't go to Josephine?"

   "Are you jealous?" He lay on his back with his eyes closed, his tone as if he didn't care at all.

   "You said you want her to be happy."

   "She is having fun in Rambouillet, can you play poker?" he asked.

   "I don't play cards, I would rather read a book when I have time."

  He looked at her with weird eyes.

   "Reading is an entertainment for me." She frowned. "Don't you find reading interesting?"

   "Reading gives me strength and can arm my brain. I think playing card entertainment is a little normal." He put his head in her arms and "helped me wash my hair."

   She thought this look was like a mother bathing her son, but she still did it. The hot water poured dark chestnut hair on it, making it look black.

   "What did Leoncourt tell you?" he said lazily.

  "He is an agronomist and wants to enter the DPRK." She simply said, "The reform method he said is suitable for the New World, and whether it can work in France will be investigated."

   "Don't choose wives from women who are good at flirting, and don't choose ministers from scientists and smart people." He said in a loud voice, "Do you want to change guardians?"

   "My guardian is just a cover. Who can stop you in France?"

   "There is one. He is still an Englishman. If Mr. Jenner comes to France again, he will still be my distinguished guest."

   "I think it may be difficult for him to go abroad in the future." She took a handful of water and rubbed his hair. "Technology knows no borders, and scientists have nationalities."

   "What do you want if you don't ask me?"

   "Let me think about it... Did you find the cook I asked you to find?"

  He touched her belly "Really no hope?"

  She didn't want to hit him.

  "If you doubt your ability in this area, you can find another woman to try it. Josephine and I may be hopeless."

  He looked at her with weird eyes again.

   "You are smart, talented, and handsome. I think you are very attractive." She stared into his eyes and said, "I hope you can be more confident."

  "A corps of 40,000 people needs 480 vehicles, which can transport 9,120 quintals of food." He turned his eyes to the side, "50,000 quintals is only enough for 200,000 people's rations for 20 days."

   "Is there a little grain left?"

  "If the weather next year is still so bad, you have to save more. Your fellow British people want to buy food from me, and I haven't refused him yet."

   "Why?"

   "I need gold." He said bluntly, "It's really hard to make a decision."

   "Do you want me to persuade you?"

  "Every time you slap me, it's like I am the one who is wrong. You are not wrong at all. Why are you so beautiful?

  She laughed.

"I'm not complimenting you. The more chaste woman, the more I want to see her turn to me for favors, just like the first snow is blackened, Baolin can walk through the desert, but she only persisted in front of me for half an hour and promised No, I didn’t force her at all." He whispered in her ear, "I always feel that it is scum to force women, but I hate those actresses who look down on me. I fight so much. They won the battle and protected this country. What did they do? I only need a command to destroy all their pride. I hate them, humiliate them, and they hate me. I don’t have the bed in the Tuileries. Any pleasant memory, there is only you..."

  "Don't use honorifics, Leon." She interrupted him. "You are a great man."

"Every time you hit me, the pain let me know that this is not a dream. I originally thought that my wife was for my husband, and my husband was for my country and fame. You have to forgive me for my ignorance. What are you doing? Approach me?"

   "Do you still think I am a spy?"

   "Otherwise? Do you like me?"

   "Yes, I may not be able to forgive you for your war crimes. Then only God can forgive you, but you are still a good person at the moment. You have to steer the helm. The captain and the French ship depend on you."

   "Do you think I did something wrong?"

  “You’re overwhelmed by changing the gold coins of ‘fertilizer’. You must at least send an agronomist to instruct them on how to improve the soil.”

   "Well, you let Leon Coul come to see me tomorrow." He was about to kiss her again.

  "Don't choose wives from women who are good at flirting, and don't choose ministers from scientists and smart people. Do you think I am good at flirting?" She avoided his foul mouth.

  "Do you think you are not flirting with me?" He asked interestingly.

  "When did I flirt with you?" She asked more confusedly.

   "Then what was it like when you flirted?"

  She did not speak.

   "Have you ever flirted with a man other than him?"

  She still did not answer.

   "Try it with me." He said with a smile like a liar.

  She knows one move in total, and she doesn’t plan to use it on men other than Severus.

   "Would you like me to teach you how to flirt French?"

   "How many people have adjusted with you?"

  He looked tired, as if he was out of the mood.

   "Like this?" She stroked his arm lightly.

  He stared at her hand.

  "Is my arm wood to you?"

  She gave him a hard pinch.

   "You are a terrible mistress, how about being my wife?"

   "If I reject you, would you feel hurt your self-esteem?"

   "No, like a cavalry, I will attack your heart time and time again until you promise me." He said firmly, "It's like a wave blasting the reef into fine sand."

   "The cavalry attack is like a wave?"

   "I can show it to you." He kissed her lips, only four lips touched "This is how the French flirt."

   "Someone did this to you?"

"I don't have to experience it personally. I can see when I grow eyes." He leaned over her. "My eyes are closed tightest and I see the brightest. They only see odorless things during the day, and when I fall asleep, in my dreams But staring at you..."

   "Leon..."

   "No, it's Shakespeare, you know." He smiled and said, "My eyes, you will feel so lucky to see such a beautiful scenery."

  She clasped his arms tightly with both hands. These arms were not strong at all, and they were not masculine at all.

  This time he didn't just care about himself as before. What's more important is that he learned to be slow, no longer like before, although he won a dazzling victory, the process was too short.

   "You are so beautiful." He exclaimed, "My British lady."

  She thinks this is a name full of humiliation.

  She wanted to slap him, but this time he stopped.

   "I surrendered and you won." He said in a calm tone, "I used to think about war even when I slept, but now I am full of you. Can't you show mercy?"

  She didn't resist this time.

  She closed her eyes, enjoying the feeling of the tide rushing to her body.

  How can this kind of happiness compare to the joy of a banquet?

   But if you look at his previous performance, it is indeed more fun for banquets and social interactions.

  She opened her eyes and looked at the male host of Rambouillet. He has a beautiful face, but he has a charm like a demon.

  A guy like this can really walk 200 fares in the desert? She always thinks this is deceptive.

  But he only had her shadow in his eyes at the moment, like a picture frame of an oil painting, which framed her.

   "I'm sorry for him." He said in grotesque French, "How can your husband live without you?"

   "Then will you let me go?"

  "This is a good question. How can I live without you?" He smiled bitterly and said, "Why do you have more women like you?"

   "I am not a human being, I am a monster."

   "Then make this beautiful monster more." He knelt on the ground and hugged her tightly.

   "Who is better than your husband or I?" He asked as if IQ had fallen back.

  She really has nothing to say.

  Not to mention she has no brains to think.

  Why didn’t she find the Emperor of France so **** before?

  (End of this chapter)