Fox of France

After this experiment, life became full and boring again. Joseph basically only has one thing to do every day, and that is to study the mathematics of this era. This is to avoid inadvertently bringing out stuff that surpasses the times due to lack of understanding of mathematics in this era, and secondly, to prepare for future teaching work.

In such busyness, winter passed slowly. The winter that just passed was a cold and dry winter, and there was not a single snowfall in the whole winter. This is not good news for France, because it means that in the coming year, French agriculture may face poor harvests again. Britain across the strait also has the same problem, but because of the loss of North America and India in the Seven Years War, it is impossible for the French to rely on the supplies of the colonies like the United Kingdom, so the danger of agricultural failure to them is obviously greater than that of the French. A poor harvest posed even greater danger to the British.

But Joseph didn't care much about this, because even if things like soaring food prices happened, the teachers at the Paris Military Academy would not be hungry. To say that their family still has some land in Corsica, and basically there will be no droughts on the Mediterranean side, they should still be able to produce some things, and if they can be shipped over, they might even make a small profit. However, from Corsica to Paris, whether it is by foot or by sea, a lot of taxes have to be paid. I really handed over these honestly, and it's not bad to not lose money.

"Unless there is a way to smuggle food with warships in the future, otherwise, the money will not be so easy to earn. But now, there is still time to hoard some things in advance. Well, I remember, the old Grandet described by Balzac, He made his fortune by hoarding." Joseph thought.

However, this is just thinking about it, because Joseph has too little money, part of it has to be sent home, and the rest is just enough, even if he wants to play hoarding, he has no money to play.

"Moreover, speculation is risky. Even if you know the general history and specific operations, it is still risky. And my risk tolerance is still a bit weak. So, at present, I really can't do anything. I can only Waiting for dead wages.”

This is the sorrow of the poor. For the rich, a failed speculation, even if they lose a small target, is nothing more than paying a tuition fee. But for the poor, the result of a failure in speculation may require the whole family to die...According to Christian teachings, suicide cannot be suicide, and suicide cannot be committed in this life, so either they have to find a way to smuggle Go to America, or India. Or be caught by creditors and the like, and then forced to engage in various ancient and illegal businesses to pay off debts.

In short, in economic activities, the poor always take more risks than the rich, because they have no capital and only one life. As for Joseph, generally speaking, he is actually a person who is very afraid of death.

"Anyway, there are still a few years before the Great Revolution, and there is still time to accumulate slowly." Joseph thought so.

As soon as the winter was over, Joseph had only one last semester of high school left. In fact, there are basically no subjects that need to be taught in this last semester. Those who are ready to continue their studies at university enter the pre-university course at the Louis the Great School. Those who are not ready to continue their studies are all running around Paris looking for jobs at this time. Only people like Joseph, who don't plan to go to university or look for a job, still come to school every day and spend time reading in the library.

But he can't stay for a few days. Because the graduation exam has actually been passed in winter. So not long after, Joseph received his diploma from Louis the Great School. Then, he could report to the Military Academy in Paris.

"Mr. Bonaparte. Although I already knew from Mr. Monge and Mr. Laplace that you are very young, I still did not expect that you would be so young. But since you have Mr. Monge and Mr. Laplace Your level is definitely not a problem—especially Mr. Monge, he believes that your future achievements will be far above him. You may not know that we need teachers who can teach descriptive geometry. .” When reporting for duty, the principal Earl Dupont said to Joseph.

"Thank you for your trust." Joseph nodded.

"Young man, strictly speaking, I don't trust you. I just trust Mr. Monge very much. Although this man is a bit brainy, he is indeed a very reliable person. At the beginning, I wanted to remove him from the Wang family. From the Academy of Military Engineering. But he's a deadhead... and he doesn't like some of the students at the Military Academy in Paris... well, maybe I should also remind you that our school is not the same as the Royal Academy of Military Engineering, we Many of the students here are from great aristocrats, and many of them come here to study only because of family tradition... Well, Mr. Bonaparte, do you understand what I mean?"

Of course Joseph understood what Earl Dupont meant. His brother Napoleon mentioned more than once that the Paris Military Academy had the best teachers, but the worst classmates. The students of noble origin came here purely to be gilded, and then they could become officers in the army, and then they could be promoted quickly by virtue of their family status, either becoming generals, or leaving the army to become other officials. The military knowledge taught in schools is of relatively low importance to the life goals these students are to achieve. Applying the expression in logic is: learning knowledge well is neither sufficient nor necessary. That being the case, the actual level of these people can be imagined. But these people all have profound backgrounds, and you still have to give them a good grade. And mathematics is a difficult subject, and if you don't know it, you really don't know it, and you can't talk nonsense if you want to. To give high marks to a group of guys who don't know anything, it's a bit... Joseph estimated that the reason why Monge refused to leave the Military Engineering Academy and transfer to the Paris Military Academy was probably one of the main reasons.

"I understand." Joseph said.

"Well, that's good." Earl Dupont nodded, but he continued, "But Mr. Bonaparte, you can't be too indulgent with those noble students. You still have to work hard to let them learn something. Otherwise... it will not be good for the school's reputation."

Joseph also understood the meaning of Earl Dupont's words, that is, no matter what, these noble students should learn as much as possible, and they should not be taught to become idiots who don't understand anything. Otherwise, it will greatly damage the reputation of the school.

"I will strengthen the teaching of conceptual things." Joseph replied.

The so-called strengthening of conceptual things is actually to reduce the things in mathematics that require quantitative analysis as much as possible, and only let those students understand one concept. Anyway, these guys may not really want to go to the battlefield. For them, it is enough to be able to talk nonsense in the salon like Minke. And even if they really went to the battlefield, the quantitative analysis would still be done by staff officers who were not of noble origin.

"Besides, the Great Revolution is not far away. Most of these great nobles cannot escape the fate of hanging street lamps, and the final imperial war does not need to rely on them. Now I just need to get money safely and securely. If I can use it For these guys who are destined to be fluttering in the wind on the lampposts, it would be better to make a little money." Joseph thought secretly.

"Very good." Earl Dupont was also very satisfied seeing Joseph being so sensible, "We have prepared a dormitory and an office for you. In addition, you can advance one month's salary with us, and you still have two A uniform... You can go to Marcel in the logistics department for these things in a while, and he will help you arrange them."

"Thank you for your attention." Joseph responded.

After coming out of the principal, Joseph went to find Mr. Marcel, who was in charge of logistics, and spent an afternoon settling himself down. Then it took another night to prepare the content of the class, and only waited a few days to teach the students.

...

Napoleon sat in the front row—he was too short to be seen from the back. There is an extra homework in this semester's schedule, which is "Military Geometry". Napoleon knew that there was some knowledge in this course that must be kept secret. All students who studied this course had to be sworn to keep it secret first, and the school also told them that if they spread the knowledge learned in this course, they would be charged with treason. Go to court martial.

Many aristocratic classmates didn't take this seriously, but this restriction made Napoleon especially aroused Napoleon's interest. Napoleon has always been very interested in geometry, and his grades are also very good. Coupled with the fact that geometry is extremely important to artillery, he naturally attached great importance to this. So he came to the classroom early. After a while, until the class was about to start, his classmates slowly wandered into the classroom and found a place to sit down. So the classroom suddenly became lively, and the chaos was like a vegetable market.

At this time, the class bell rang. Everyone became quiet. After all, this is a new class. Everyone still doesn't know what kind of person the teacher is, so they don't dare to be too presumptuous for the time being.

As soon as the class bell rang, a young man in a brand new military uniform strode onto the podium. He put the handout on the podium, looked around at the students below, and then said, "I am your military geometry teacher Joseph..."