Harry Potter’s Morning Light

   Chapter 2279 Fleeing Peasants

  Georgiana asked Garrod, the administrator, if she could give her a piece of land in the palace garden, she planned to grow some beets, raise sheep or something.

   He was so frightened that he said that he needed to ask for instructions, and he came back soon after. Across the river there is a castle estate that used to belong to an Austrian parliamentarian and now the French live in, and there is enough space for her to raise sheep and grow sugar beets.

   In fact, Georgiana didn't want to ruin such a beautiful garden. It can be seen that the gardener spent a lot of effort to take care of it.

   Then she went to "pioneering" in men's clothing.

The witch robe she used to wear at Hogwarts turned out to be covered in mud. In the words of those who have been to Egypt, if you are not disappointed enough to see the Nile River full of mud, wait until you see After those women wading in the mud and looking dirtier than you, they can't think of anything else.

   The clothes she carries with her are expensive, and who would go farming in a tuxedo?

   Then she took the shovel, left the palace on foot, and walked to the castle estate on the other side of the river.

Diagonally opposite the palace is a farmers market, which is next to the river. There are many people on the pier unloading vegetables, meat and fish, whether they are vegetable vendors, housewives who buy vegetables, officials or boatmen. Staring at her dumbfounded.

   Although it was a low-key entry into the city yesterday, it seems that they recognized her?

All in all, she came to the opposite castle manor unimpeded. As Garrod said, it was very big, with many lawns and trees. She found an open space not far from the stables, and took advantage of the fact that there was no one around. Magic sorted the field out, and waited for someone to come before using the shovel.

  Cleopatra certainly did not **** the land, although Egypt was an agricultural country, and she was still holding farm implements when she became pharaoh.

  Rome was a city that could not be self-sufficient. It needed food from Egypt, and Caesar and Cleopatra each got what they needed.

   Of course, there was no such thing as a national budget at that time, otherwise Cleopatra would have been over budget for a meal of 10 million sestals.

"Budget" originated in England. The original purpose was to control the king's taxation and then limit the government's expenditure. Austria did not have this, and Russia only began to implement the national budget last year. Of course, don't expect Belgium to have a government budget. The system exists.

Bonaparte took someone to check the accounts. The nobles were not good at handling finances. Many French nobles after the Great Revolution found out that they were in debt. The Duke of Choisel also sold his manor to pay off the debt, and now it belongs to Sharpta. Well, Georgiana also spent Christmas at his house.

   Marie Antoinette, known as the Lady of the Deficit, was thought to be the result of her profligacy, but the queen had little influence on French finances. The tertiary assembly was convened to approve the king's levy, of course, that was not the point, she was thinking of the "sans-culottes" who had poured into the Versailles Constituent Assembly and filled the gallery. When the new Civil Code was enacted, no female parliamentarians participated. Of course, the marriage law and property parts in this Civil Code are very unfavorable to women. Women in the UK can still vote as long as their assets meet the standard.

Madame de Stahl was kicked out of Paris for being involved in a military coup. The daughter of a banker with 20 million francs may have something different about her, but it doesn't take force to overthrow the law Threats to dissolve parliament.

  Cupid is the child of Venus, the **** of love and Mars, the **** of war. Why does Venus have to look at the **** of war? Of course, she also didn't like Socrates' group who said that the **** of love favored the handsome **** of wealth after they got drunk. Couldn't she be alone for a while? Like the nuns in the Abbey of Guern who never married.

When    was digging the pit, she thought of landmines. Later, she thought that landmines might not kill him. The last time Xueyue murdered him, he was not killed by bombs. Instead, innocent people were more likely to be implicated.

   She was trying to get up, when she heard footsteps, and it was Gregoire.

   He glanced at the ground she was hoeing, then looked at her again, and said gently.

   "It's a little late for sowing."

   "It's not for growing wheat." She said nonchalantly, "It's for growing sugar beets."

   “If I remember correctly, beets are not suitable for planting until April,” says Gregoire.

   "Are you here to find fault?" she asked eagerly.

   "Who's messing with you?" Gregoire said.

   "I'm not angry," said Georgiana nonchalantly, and went on farming.

   "Beets are sweet, I think you grow bitter vegetables in such a mood." Gregoire said, "Do you want to confess?"

   "Because you're a priest?"

   "I think it's obvious." Gregwa looked at his robes.

   "Why don't you go to church?"

   "Then do you want to chat?" Gregoire found a place to sit.

  Georgianna looked at him, his face was firm, as if she would follow her like a ghost if she didn't say anything.

   "Do you think women are evil? Or ambitious conspirators?" Georgiana asked Gregoire.

"Eve in the Garden of Eden listened to the slander of the serpent and committed the original sin, but that was before she ate the fruit of the tree of knowledge of good and evil. Before that, she did not distinguish between good and evil." Gregoire thought for a while and said, "But I It's hard to agree that she's ambitious."

   "Then do you think women are inherently attached to men?"

   "Who told you this?" Gregoire asked in surprise.

   Who else could it be?

   She raised the shovel and inserted it into the ground. In fact, his original words were even worse. Who told him that he was "disciplining" her.

   Again he suspected that she was in that line of business before, because of her **** and frivolity.

The first half of   Aphrodite's name was originally "irrational".

  Not everyone is as rational as he is. The Weasleys used the money to go to Egypt after winning the lottery instead of saving it or investing it. They prefer a happy and happy life.

After the fall of Cromwell, the restoration of Charles II was successful. Compared with the puritanical life brought by Cromwell, people loved the "Merry King" more, even if he had a banquet with the characteristics of Versailles , the first course has 145 plates, who dares to say that Britain is a food desert?

  Georgianna gave up hoeing.

   "Why is it so difficult for people to change." She asked breathlessly.

   "Why did you agree to be his mistress?" Gregoire asked.

   This is another topic, because of the ethos brought by France, the king at that time had many mistresses, but William III did not, so this became another reason for his unpopularity.

   "He's not an obedient student," Georgiana said. "Nor an obedient soldier. I think he can hear what women say."

  Gregoire was silent.

"But I think it's almost over." Georgiana said indifferently. "If he likes another beautiful girl, I won't stop him, I will forgive him." Kings are like this, he is doing his duty , these are her unfinished words.

   "I don't think you are tolerant." Gregoire said, "You are going to give up."

   She didn't say anything angry, she felt a kind of disappointment, no one could fully accept her true self, even if that Muggle could accept her monster appearance, but couldn't stand her "dissolute" side.

  Maybe she was wrong, if she was a "freedom" person from the beginning, he wouldn't have made so many demands on her and wanted her to be like a lady.

  People still have to wear a mask after all. If she fully exposes herself, it will be annoying. She didn't go back to the palace all night last night.

  Figel they thought she was in his carriage. As long as the girls testified that she was in the palace last night, she would not have to deal with the endless questioning: "Where did you go last night?"

   He is not her husband, what qualifications does he have to take care of her?

   Neither law nor religion allow bigamy, **** your second lady.

   Flamenco is a gypsy dance, which she thinks is beautiful and feminine, something she doesn't usually have when she's wearing muddy clothes.

   At that moment, what she wanted to hear was praise, not lessons, and her burning blood suddenly cooled to ashes.

  Some people may be very curious, why is it so painful for the lover who came back from the dead second, isn't it good to be reborn and be with the lover?

  The story says, because she knows, she does not belong to the living world, just like Pomona at this moment.

  Will there be an entrance to leave this world of the dead and return to the world of the living by the Seine River filled with dense fog?

   She searched by the river all night until it was dawn and the sun would disappear, so she had to go back to the city obediently.

   On the way, she took a peasant's carriage to the city to deliver goods. He thought she was a teenager from some noble family.

   "What are you going to do next?" Gregoire asked.

"I want to find myself something to do," said Georgiana, like Madame Pompidou, who specialized in porcelain, Rococo, and salons, and turned a blind eye to Louis XV and his mistresses. Like? I want to put gas lights in there."

   "The blueprints haven't been finalized yet," said Gregoire.

   "Will next year's fair be in time?" said Georgiana.

   "There's also next year's peace," Gregova said. "I know it's hard, but please don't give up, Georgiana."

   She was so angry that she threw the shovel on the ground.

   "People are difficult to change, so it takes unremitting efforts and patience." Gregoire said.

   "A man can be transformed, just like a butterfly emerging from a cocoon. The difference is whether he has a changed heart or not. He can't hear it, and it's useless if you break your mouth."

  Gregoire laughed.

   "What are you laughing at?" she asked.

   "After arriving in Antwerp, I went to the Netherlands on the other side of the river, where there is a birch and butterfly greenhouse. Do you know what materials the ancient Germans used to record their records?"

  Georgianna thought for a moment.

   "It's birch bark, and it's written in runes, which they believe has magical powers." Gregoire said, "You know why I'm laughing now?"

   "Birches don't need to be grown in greenhouses," says Georgiana.

   "Of course there are colorful butterflies in the gardens of the gods."

   "You know that butterflies are caterpillars before they metamorphose, ew~" She rubbed her arms, imagining the scene of caterpillars everywhere in the greenhouse, and she suddenly got goosebumps.

   "What I want to say is that the scene of tens of thousands of butterflies flying is beautiful." Gregoire explained helplessly.

   "I don't have a single bug in my greenhouse!" She stuck her waist and said sternly, "Do you know why there is winter? It's just to freeze the pests in the field to death."

   "Winter is coming, do you think it will snow this year?" Gregoire looked at the sky "What should the poor do?"

  Georgianna could not answer.

"The First Government is at least still trying to figure out a way to bring down the prices of food and fuel, but people in the past only hoped that the prices would go up so that they could make more money, and they didn't think about what kind of people who couldn't afford it. I know that the Pope wants the clergy who swore the constitution to repent, but we should be more committed to unity.”

   "You took the oath?" asked Georgiana.

   "Look, that's a tough question, and it's not good for unity." Gregoire said with a smile, "How about we talk about something good for unity?"

   (end of this chapter)