Harry Potter’s Morning Light

  Chapter 1324 Golden Bee

  For the European continent, the most densely populated and resource-rich regions are Belgium and Lombardia.

  Through the Campo Formio Treaty, France gained the rule of Belgium.

The old French system included a compulsory purchase right, which was used during famine. The lord would force farmers to buy a certain commodity at a fixed price, usually food, such as canned horse meat made by Giorgioanna. The peasant did not want to eat horse meat, the lord Forced him to buy it, and eat it if he doesn't want it.

  Belgium is squeezed by France like a juicer. Not only does the port of Antwerp prohibit foreign trade, the locals also have to buy high French goods and high tax rates, which makes a wealthy place deprived of people’s livelihood.

   "Damn King of France." She cursed for the Belgian.

  Waterloo is in Belgium, not far from Antwerp, and the straight-line distance is less than 100 kilometers. It is a very good supply point. Even for this reason, she will not let Antwerp continue to be squeezed.

She intends to move the lace business from Venice to here, and let some Jews buy land in Belgium. It should be much better than Israel, where the roads are muddy and muddy. You only need to repair as many windmills as the Netherlands. Pump the water away.

  Montesquieu’s understanding of taxation is: pay part of the money and protect the other part.

  This is understandable to French people who have experienced the Great Revolution. Those who have not experienced it can be educated through teaching. The vast majority of them should be awakened by seeing what happened in September 1792.

  Business tax, flour tax, toll tax, customs...

  She listed the tax content item by item according to the types of taxes currently allowed by the French government. When she discovered the window tax, she couldn't help laughing.

  This is definitely what he learned from Venice. The windows were sealed in order to pay taxes. Is it comfortable to live in a dark room?

  She looked at the floor-to-ceiling windows of the newly-built greenhouse, and the sunlight came in through the glass. With this greenhouse, the Grand Trianon became the place where Honourable Bonaparte worked, and this place became her world.

  The servants still don’t get used to the new life very much. Why do they still have to go to school when they are working adults?

  Anyway, just don’t bother her and please her.

  Except for her husband’s change of person, everything is the same as she was in school, she is not childish, and there is black tea to drink.

  She felt a long-lost tranquility.

   "Miss." Sophie said at the door, "Guard Commander Rana, please see me."

   "Who?" Georgiana said incredulously.

   "Guard Commander Rana wants to see you." Sophie said.

   "Let him in." She said inexplicably.

  Sophie left.

  Not long after, a tall and handsome young man came to her in a hurry.

  The Guards were Napoleon’s darlings. They chose the elite of the army, and they all looked pleasing to the eye.

  The guard commander did have a good-looking appearance, long legs and handsome facial features, but she immediately connected him and Rohat.

   "Good day, the most honorable lady." Rana bowed to her.

   "Tell me directly what you want to do?" Georgian said, "If your commander knew that I was in the same room with a handsome young man like you, it would be a big trouble."

  Rana grinned, showing neat white teeth. "Rana followed the army commander to Italy, and also to Egypt, participated in the foggy coup...I spent too much money on purchasing supplies for the Guards."

  Rana said pitifully.

"How many?"

   "Please help me." Rana begged with her arms folded, who looked like a knight.

   "I have a job for you, would you like to do it?"

  Rana was stunned.

  "I know that the law allows Jews to buy land, so you can find some Jews for me, buy real estate in Belgium, don’t let them build a country, besides, I still have some small business to do."

   "I don't want to leave Paris." Rana said, "I still have a new wife."

   "Then where do you want to be randomly assigned by your army commander? For example, the end of the world."

   "I want to come back and be a guard."

   "That's a business between you and your army commander, now, leave!" She yelled at Rana.

  The imaginary young man left her study.

  She smiled and shook her head, and then planned to continue working. She heard the crisp footsteps of the boots on the marble floor.

   "Are you ready to accept this job?" Georgiana looked at the file in her hand and said with a smile.

"Yes it is."

  She heard the voice of another man who was not Rana.

  She looked up from the file.

   "How do I look?" Bonaparte smiled at her.

  With the long-legged Rana for comparison, Napoleon’s legs do look a little shorter, but he looks very handsome at the moment.

  White silk shirt, breeches, boots, short purple cloak, decorated with golden bees, wearing a black felt hat with a white feather on it, not wearing his usual three-cornered hat.

   "You look like a groom." She sneered, "Are you going to wear this suit to the canal's groundbreaking ceremony?"

   "How about you?" He asked somewhat arrogantly, "Is your skirt ready?"

   "You'll know that day." She said a little uneasily.

"what's happenin?"

   "I think you'd better wear that hat that brings you good luck." She said anxiously.

  Waterloo and Napoleon are really not a good combination.

  "What are you doing?" He took the file on her desk and looked at it.

  "How to rule Belgium." She bluntly said, "Guess how much the Jews are willing to spend to buy a piece of land."

   "This place is where wars are frequent." Napoleon said, "That's how they won't go."

   "That's why I asked Rana if he would accept that job. Is he quite capable of fighting?"

   "That's right."

  "Isn't it because he looks good? When the guards give you a honour to watch the scenery?"

   "What did he do with you?"

   "He seems to be in trouble."

   "What's the curse?"

   "Buying supplies for the guards cost more money."

   Bonaparte seemed angry, but not.

   "What did he do before?"

   "He attacked the gardens of the Governor's Palace in Aker while fighting the British, but was seriously injured and nearly killed."

   "Wow, he seems to have a deep hatred with the British."

  "You are an English woman, and you are not the same as a man." Napoleon smiled weirdly, "Do you want to embroider bees on your clothes?"

   "Does that have a special meaning?"

   "It's the family emblem." He walked behind her around the desk and pressed her shoulders. "We will be a family in the future."

   "Why not a lion?"

   "That's the mark of the British, don't you like bees?"

   "It's too small, not mighty at all."

   "Just like me, little man." Napoleon took off the feathered hat and placed it on her head.

   "What are you doing?"

   "You said that as long as it becomes legal, it will be less attractive." He pressed her ear and said, "Why do I still find you so attractive?"

   "Because I am a sugar, and you are a bee. This is your nature." She closed her eyes and said, "Be careful with Leon. I have an unknown premonition."

  He stopped kissing her neck.

   "Like the last time you reminded me?"

   "It's a bit different." She frowned. "You have to be careful, I don't want you to die."

   "This is the most beautiful love story I have ever heard." He said intoxicated.

   "You must be careful." She cried and said, "Damn it, what happened?"

   "Shhh, look at me." He told Georgiana to open her eyes and look at herself.

   "Let me help you forget about this." He held her face and said, and the groom dressed as a bee kissed the bride who was not dressed as a bee.

  (End of this chapter)