Harry Potter Morning Light

Georgiana asked Garrod, the caretaker, if he could give her a plot in the gardens of the palace, where she was going to grow some sugar beets and keep a sheep or something.

He said with trepidation that he needed to ask for instructions, and he came back not long after. On the other side of the river there was a castle estate, formerly owned by the Austrian MPs, where the French now lived, and there was room enough 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 in taking care of it.

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

The witch's robe she wore at Hogwarts before 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 muddy Nile, then wait until you see After those women who are wading in the mud and look dirtier than you, you can't think of anything else.

The clothes she had with her were expensive, and who would farm in evening dress?

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

Diagonally opposite the palace is a farmer’s market, which is next to the river. There are many people on the pier loading and unloading vegetables, meat, and fish. Whether they are vegetable vendors, housewives, officials, or boatmen, He stared at her dumbfounded.

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

All in all, she arrived at the opposite Castle Manor unimpeded. As Garold said, it was very big, with many lawns and trees. She found an open space not far from the stables. While there was no one around, she used it first. Magic sorted out that piece of land, and then used a shovel when someone came.

Of course, Cleopatra couldn't hoe the ground. Although Egypt was an agricultural country, she was still holding farm tools when she became pharaoh.

Rome is a city that cannot be self-sufficient. It needs food from Egypt, and Caesar and Cleopatra are each getting what they need.

Of course, there was no such thing as a national budget at that time, otherwise Cleopatra would have eaten 10 million sestares for a meal, which would have exceeded the budget.

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

Bonaparte took people to check the accounts. The nobles were not good at handling finances. After the Great Revolution, many French nobles found that they had debts. The Duke of Choiseur also sold his manor in order to pay off the debts. Now it belongs to Chaputa. Well, Georgiana spent Christmas at his house.

Marie Antoinette, known as Madame Deficit, is believed to have led to the deficit because of her subsequent profligacy, yet the Queen had little influence on French finances. The three Houses of Parliament were convened to approve the king's taxation. Of course, these were not the point. She was thinking of the "san culottes" party members who had poured into the constitutional assembly at Versailles and filled the gallery. When the new civil code was enacted, no female congressmen participated. Of course, the marriage law and property part of this civil code are very unfavorable to women. British women can still vote as long as their assets meet the standard.

Mrs. de Stael was kicked out of Paris because she was involved in a military coup. The daughter of a banker with 20 million francs may have something different from ordinary women, but it doesn't take force to overturn that law threatened to dissolve parliament.

Cupid is the child of Venus, the god of love, and Mars, the god of war. Why does Venus have to look at the god of war? Of course, she didn't like Socrates and his gang saying that Venus favored handsome rich gods after they got drunk. Can't she just be alone for a while? Just like the nuns in Ju'an Abbey, they will never marry for life.

When she was digging the hole, she thought of the landmines, and then she thought that the landmines might not kill him. The last time Xueyue murdered him, he was not killed by the bomb. Instead, innocent people are more likely to be implicated.

She was thinking vigorously, when she heard footsteps, and it was Grégoire who appeared.

He glanced at the field she was hoeing, then at her again, and then spoke softly.

"It's a bit late to plant seeds now."

"Not for wheat," she said dryly, "for sugar beets."

"If I remember correctly, sugar beets are not suitable for planting until April," Grégoire said.

"Are you here to find fault?" She asked in an aggressive tone.

"Who has offended you?" said Grégoire.

"I'm not angry." Georgiana said indifferently, and went on to farm.

"Beets are sweet, but I think what you grow out of your mood is bitter." Grégoire said, "Do you want to confess?"

"Because you are a priest?"

"I think it's obvious." Gregoire looked at his robe.

"Why don't you go to church?"

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

Georgiana looked at him, and he looked determined, as if she would follow her like a ghost if she didn't say anything.

"Do you think women are evil? Or ambitious schemers?" Georgiana asked Grégoire.

"Eve in the Garden of Eden listened to the serpent's slander and committed original sin, but that was before she ate the fruit of the tree of the knowledge of good and evil. It's hard to agree that she's ambitious."

"Then do you think women are born to be men's appendages?"

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

Who else could it be?

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

He was suspecting that she was in that line of work again because of her carnival and frivolity.

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

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

After the downfall of Cromwell, Charles II was successfully restored. Compared with the Puritan life brought by Cromwell, people love the "Merry King" even though his banquet has the characteristics of Versailles , there are 145 dishes for the first course. Who dares to say that Britain is a gourmet desert?

Georgiana gave up hoeing.

"Why are people so hard to change." She asked out of breath.

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

This brings up another topic, because of the atmosphere brought up 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 a good student," Georgiana said. "He's not a good soldier either. I think he can listen to what a woman says."

Gregoire was silent.

"But I think it's almost time to end." Georgiana said indifferently, "If he likes another beautiful girl, I won't stop him, I will forgive him." The king is like this, he is fulfilling his duties , These are her unfinished words.

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

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

Maybe she was wrong, if she had been a "free" person in the first place, he wouldn't have asked so much of her to act like a lady.

After all, people still have to wear a mask. It would be annoying if they fully exposed themselves. She didn't return to the palace all night last night.

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

He is not her husband, so what right does he have to control her?

Bigamy is not allowed by law or religion, fuck your second lady.

Flamenco is a gypsy dance, and she thought it was beautiful and feminine, which she didn't have when she was wearing muddy clothes.

At that moment, what she wanted to hear was praise, not a lesson, and her burning blood suddenly turned to ashes.

Some people may wonder why the lover who died and came back to life is so painful. Wouldn’t it be good to be reborn and be with the lover?

Because she knew, the story said, that she was not of the living world, as Pomona was at this moment.

Could there be an entrance from this world of the dead to the world of the living by the banks of the Seine in dense fog?

She searched by the river all night until dawn, when the sun disappeared and the fog disappeared, 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, and he thought she was a teenager from some noble family.

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

"I wanted to find something to do for myself," 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 a gas lamp in there."

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

"Is there time for next year's fair?" Georgiana said.

"There will also be peace next year." Grégoire said, "I know it will be difficult, but please don't give up, Georgiana."

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

"People are hard to change, so we must make unremitting efforts and be patient." Gregoire said.

"A person can transform, just like a butterfly emerging from a cocoon. The difference lies in whether he has a heart to change. He won't listen to it. It's useless if you talk about it."

Gregoire laughed.

"What are you laughing at?" she asked.

"After arriving in Antwerp, I went to Holland on the other side of the river. There is a birch tree and butterfly greenhouse there. Do you know what materials the ancient Germans used to write down things?"

Georgiana thought for a moment.

"It's birch bark, and the runes are recorded on it. They believe that kind of writing has magical powers." Gregoire said, "Now you know why I laughed?"

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

"Of course there are colorful butterflies flying in the garden 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 suddenly got goosebumps.

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

"I don't have any bugs in my greenhouse!" She thrust her waist and said forcefully, "Do you know why there is winter? It's to freeze the pests in the ground to death."

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

Georgiana could not answer.

"At least the first administration is still trying to find a way to lower the price of food and fuel, but the people in the past only hoped that the price 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 at all. mood." Grégoire lowered his head, "They were cornered, and I know that the Pope wants those priests who swore to the constitution to repent, but we should be more committed to unity."

"You took the oath?" Georgiana asked.

"Look, this is a sharp question, which is not conducive to unity." Grégoire said with a smile, "how about we talk about something conducive to unity?"