Harry Potter’s Morning Light

  Chapter 1307 Imperial Administration and Compromise (Part 2)

During the Maweipo Rebellion, the emperor of the Tang Empire sacrificed his beloved woman and let the soldiers vent their anger. They believed that Yang Yuhuan disturbed Li Longji's mind and turned him from a bright king to a faint king.

  As long as she dies, Li Longji will become as wise as before, and they still love their emperor.

  Napoleon Bonaparte once said to her that as long as soldiers live for themselves, they will disregard the lives of millions of people. If things are really forced to the point of mutiny, then he estimated that he would sacrifice Georgian to save himself.

She didn’t resent him for it. From the beginning, she chose truth instead of happiness. Marie Antoinette chose happiness instead of truth, so she didn’t wake up until the dream broke, but at that time It is too late to find remedial measures.

In fact, it is very simple to solve the current problem. The parliament and the Senate disliked that Napoleon did not follow the procedures at all. He only had to wait a few months until the 1802 state budget was allocated, and he could repair the canal. After all, So many practical problems are there.

  The problem is that he has already sent tens of thousands of marzipan, and he has put on such a big battle, but in the end things can't be done, and he can't get through.

  At first, she didn't plan to send marzipan, chocolate is also sweet.

  Young people are prone to impulsivity. He was very impulsive the first time he married Josephine, and later did some impulsive things. Although his wisdom made up for his lack of experience in front of those scheming people, there were still deficiencies.

  He continued to drive the chariot on a rampage, sooner or later, something will happen.

  Let him continue to fight head-on with the parliament and the Senate, and even greater conflicts will erupt, and it is impossible for him to give up his mind in the middle.

  The only way before her is to raise money, raise enough money of 30 million francs, and let him continue to repair the canal.

  There are only a few people available around her. Leoncourt’s house is now only a woman. Who else can she find besides Gaston Martin?

If someone else helped her get things done, she will benefit others. The right to operate the Seni Mountain Road is almost impossible to be completely fair. This road was repaired by engineers and soldiers, and it will be converted to civilian use in the future. The army will transfer it to whomever Napolioni said. Forget it.

It will inevitably become a chicken that lays golden eggs. The relationship between France and Germany will not last forever. The pass of Strasbourg, the whole of Italy and the cotton on the east coast of the Mediterranean will pass through the Seni mountain road. The large throughput may require the addition of the Simplon tunnel to enable Lyon's textile machines to start at full speed.

  She has a longing for the Silk Road, and she wants to see if the land canal he envisioned can really replace the sea.

The goal of capitalist production is profit. It constitutes a force that has nothing to do with Napoleon’s continental system. It will be a world completely different from the world she lives in. She wants to see how that world really works. .

  She didn’t want to be like Merope anymore. She was pregnant and was still living on the street. She was selling the last relics left by her ancestors. In the end, she was deceived by profiteers. Finally, the woman who died in the orphanage appeared.

  Yes, an aging society needs newborn babies, but what does it have to do with women who can’t find a place to live and have no food to eat? What should I do if I meet a criminal like Jack the Ripper while living on the street?

  There is no hope and future in such a world. A woman is unwilling to get married and bear the burden. She is so tired by herself, how can she still be in the mood to take care of her children.

  She has taken care of children for 30 years on behalf of others, and her patience has long been honed by these little supermen. This may be a benefit for older women.

  She even has the mood to design the herbal greenhouse of her dreams.

  She really likes the Cathedral of Our Lady of Ankang, but unfortunately she has poor drawing skills and only drew a rough outline. She didn't really like the herbalism greenhouse at Hogwarts before. It only fits Albus's aesthetics.

  He was a homosexual who concealed his desires, he was more demanding than a real abbot, and he was not like a wizard at all.

The Notre Dame of Angkhang is like the queen of the Adriatic Sea. The sunlight cast from the baroque roof will make people feel very comfortable. It will become her reception room. The two wings protruding from the left and right of the "crown" can be built with steel. The structured glass house can be used as a place for planting herbs and teaching.

  When the Grand Trianon becomes the office area of ​​the "Emperor", it can be used for her.

  She remembered the hammock she bought in Venice. She had always hoped that she could sit on the hammock in the garden like the Garden of Eden, swaying and lying in the sun.

  But the greenhouse in her suitcase cannot get sunlight, only false sunlight is shining

   "Miss, Mr. Martin is here." Sophie said to her.

  She looked at the little old man, he came faster than she thought.

   "The Führer was going to summon me today." Mr. Martin said, "What's the matter with Miss?"

   "Sit down." Georgiana said, pointing to a pink chair in Hou Jian's room.

   Martin did not push back, and sat down directly.

   "I need your help." She said helplessly, "Help me raise 30 million francs."

   "Can I ask what it is for?" Martin asked.

   "The Canal Saint-Martin is used. I heard that the Senate and Senate are arguing about this."

   Martin laughed.

   "What's so funny?" Georgiana said upset.

   "The Führer can't wait a few more months?" Martin asked.

"He told me about the previous siege of Jaffa, Egypt. At that time, the artillery had already blasted the tower away, the engineers had also cleared the road, and the offensive troops had lined up their columns, waiting for him to order the offensive. , But at that time a bullet hit his hat. Fortunately, he was short and missed his head. Instead, he killed the five-foot-ten-inch colonel beside him. He remembered the battle of Toulon. Pu, the adjutant of that general was blasted into blood and mud by the shells. Dopp screamed and retreated. He would never allow himself to be like Dopp, so he ordered an attack. You can understand that the preparations for building the canal are now ready. He ordered it, nothing can stop him." Georgiana said in a steady voice, "Only those who assist him know that his will is irresistible will assist him. Can you do it about fundraising?"

"To hear such a wonderful story, I think it's worth the fare." Mr. Martin said with a smile. "What's more, the Canal Saint-Martin is a very popular project, and the money-raising matter may not be as you think. Difficult, my house will soon be full of guests."

  Georgiana shook her head. This is what someone said, the matter of offending the monarch, the matter of gaining the hearts of the people, is completely different from what Machiavelli wrote.

   "What did he call you to do today?" She asked without words.

"The wooden road you built by the canal last time, the staff will discuss with us." Mr. Martin said. "A 6-pound cavalry gun needs 4 gunners to fire, but normally There will be 8 to 20 gunners. Their main role is to transport. A horse can pull about 1340 kilograms of items a day and travel 10 miles on the paved road. On the dirt road, it can only carry 860 kilograms, and the field only has 320 kilograms. Your kind of road can turn a wild field into a paved road in a very short time, and a horse can take away a cannon and 4 gunners..."

   "Stop talking." She said tiredly, "Only you men are interested in war."

   "I never thought it would be so easy to win a battle." Martin smiled and said, "The staff can't help but think of ideas for the head of state, and the old man wants to help."

   "What?" she asked inexplicably.

  Martin glanced at the paper on the table, "What is this?"

  "The greenhouse of my dream." She held the page in her hand. "I want those servants to study there when they are not working. I will not let them leave empty-handed after following me."

"There is a custom in France. In order to maintain the status of the husband and the existing pomp, the dowry should be generous. I think the dowry of 30 million francs should be called the first ruling party." Martin said softly, "The place where your wedding dress is prepared. How?"

   "I don't want to use too luxurious materials, nor do I want to make people think that it is a wedding dress." She shook her head and said, "It hurts those single and poor veterans."

   "How about linen?" Martin said, "It's not as luxurious as silk, or do you plan to use cotton?"

   "You did me a great favor." She said cheerfully, "Now I can continue to be'neutral'."

   "The last time we let people take..."

   "I said, but you guys don't let women lead the conversation in the future." She said tiredly, "Aren't his three sisters enough?"

  Martin was about to speak, and Napoleon’s footsteps came from outside the door.

  She can actually tell him by the sound of footsteps now.

   Martin stood up immediately, and soon Bonaparte walked into the waiting room.

   "What are you doing here?" Bonaparte said, staring at Martin.

  "Discuss about the Saint Martin Canal." Gaston Martin said, "I think there will be many chambers of commerce willing to participate in the grand event."

   Bonaparte looked at Georgiana.

  "You don’t have to quarrel with the parliament and the Senate. Mr. Martin will raise up to 30 million francs. By the way, you can set up a company for investors to buy stocks and operate jointly."

   "Get out," Bonaparte ordered.

  Gaston Martin left backwards, as if he was treating a king, he closed the door easily before going out.

  "A problem that can be solved with money is not a problem." She smiled and said, "Your temper is going to be tempered."

  "Will you seduce people?" He walked up to her and said with a smirk, completely devoid of the majestic look just now. "Show me once."

  "How can you ask the church for a sculpture of the Virgin and Child." She changed the subject, "That would intensify the conflict."

  "The treaty I signed with the church stipulates that they must hand over 100 works of art. I can return them all, as long as the sculpture." He rubbed her cheek with his finger, "I only want masterpieces."

   "I will find a sculptor, but I don't pretend to be Maria." She continued.

   "It's up to you." He leaned his face over and said in a deceptive manner, "How you tempted people, let me see."

   "You didn't know until the day of the ceremony that this was your choice." She pinched his Greek nose, "Go back to work, and don't let people think of me as a bad woman to harm France."

  He put her hand on his smooth face "Do you think I am a sissy?"

   "Only fools think that." She thought for a while and said, "Don't steal my stockings. I can't accept a man like you wearing stockings."

  He obviously realized it, but he didn’t say "Do you like to see me wearing boots?"

   "Your legs are straight, you look great in boots."

   "So you kept staring at it last night?"

  "Don't wear silk stockings, it will ruin everything." She said seriously, "I would rather wear a kilt."

   "Why would the kingkiller kill the king?" the kingkiller asked.

   "Because he used the wrong way to rule this country." Georgiana said, "Although he is innocent."

  He kissed her on the forehead, "If you could have a baby, you would be perfect."

   "Life will have shortcomings. If you divorce Josephine in order to find a woman who can have children, I will leave you with her." Georgian said coldly, "I don't care if she is a princess."

  "Don't say leave." He begged, "I can't listen to you say that word now."

  She did not speak.

   "Montesquieu once said that British girls often take advantage of the law, do not consult their parents, and get married according to their unrealistic fantasy. That man, he has died..."

   "He's not dead!"

  "Why can you accept the whole world saying that he loves Lily, but can't accept the whole world saying that he is dead?" Bonaparte continued, "You are his widow, and I can take care of you instead of him."

   "He's not dead." She trembled.

   "It's because you insist on not letting him go. He is so painful. Let the ghost go."

   "You nonsense..." She wanted to say that he was a ghost, but she couldn't say it because she didn't want him to die either.

   "We saw him in the opera house that day."

"That was the trick of a traitor. In order to ruin my reputation, it was because I lost my reputation that it made some people think it was possible." He held her face with both hands and made her eyes look straight at himself. "You understand me." Mean?"

   "He will come to me." She cried.

   "It's been two months, does he have any news?" Bonaparte said harshly, "He doesn't want you anymore."

  This time she was really heartbroken crying.

   "Marry me, we don't need to register at the city hall, nor do we need any ceremonies, you just have to agree."

  She has been waiting for the devil's whisper, but it did not appear.

   "If I say yes, you will empathize." She said after a while, "So I want to reject you, so that you can focus on me."

  He let out a long sigh of relief, as if his strength was gone. "Thank you, God, I love you."

   "You can kiss the bride." Caplara's voice came from outside the door.

   "He is eavesdropping..."

   Bonaparte, the atheist, kissed Georgiana who was not wearing a wedding dress.

   "It seems that God will always be with France." After the kiss, Bonaparte and Israel heard the voice saying "Don't tell anyone else."

   "I will forget what you just said." She whispered, "This is my way of protecting secrets."

   "Where is your necklace?" he asked.

   "I picked it up."

   "Put it on." He magnanimously said, "I want to replace the ring with something else."

   "You can wear the same necklace as me."

   "There is poison on my neck, let me think about it." He wiped the tears from her face.

   "I don't want a crown." She said immediately.

  He stared at her face for a while, then turned and left.

   "I am looking forward to how you can seduce me." Napolioni said to her when he opened the door and left, and then his quick footsteps got farther and farther away.

  It didn’t take long before Caprara sat down in the chair where Martin had been sitting.

   "Enough confession, let's talk about theology?" Caprala said "Vellemeammihiliberatemfatasinerentnaturaquantcontulit, do you know what this sentence means?"

   "I hope that fate will give me freedom, just as nature gave me." She whispered.

  Caprala sighed and sat back in the chair, "How do you understand free will?"

  "I don’t think unrestrained freedom is correct, such as what happened in September 1792, that kind of freedom is the freedom of the devil..."

   She said guiltily, but discussing theological issues can really make her feel better.

Why is this so? It's really strange.

  (End of this chapter)