Harry Potter’s Morning Light

Chapter 2001: "Bullfighting Dance" (5)

Chapter 2001 "Bullfighting Dance" (5)

Every morning at 7 o'clock, Constant will open the curtains, whether Bonaparte is awake or not.

This is Bonaparte’s own rules, just like an alarm clock.

She thought she didn’t have to go through these after graduation, and she could sleep as long as she wanted.

She turned around, planning to face the dazzling sunlight with her back. She thought it was empty next to her.

When she slowly opened her eyes, Leon was still lying beside her. In fact, he might have been awake already, because his eyes were so clear.

There are many hotels with this design. It seems that there is a door between the two rooms that are completely separated. After the welcome party last night, she went from that door to the next room.

It is strange that every time he goes to her room, he always walks through the front door outside, as if deliberately let people outside see it.

The luxury of these two suites is not the same, but his room is more spacious and the color is mainly green.

Sleeping is really just pure sleep. Their pajamas are well dressed. The strange thing is that it feels good to rest like this, because she soon wakes up too.

There is a smell of gunpowder in the air, which is left by the fireworks that were set off overnight, or it may be left by the shells fired by the warships at sea.

In any case, he kissed her on this morning when seagulls chirping.

"How beautiful." He said as she whizzed and panted, "It's like a Damascus rose blooming with dew."

She stared at him blankly.

"Get up, princess, we will see guests later."

After he finished speaking, he was able to get up neatly. His servants began to prepare him toiletries, and Georgiana didn't know if it was time to get up.

Not long after Margaret came in with the maids, they surrounded Georgiana and helped her back to the next room.

She felt very tired, she didn't have any strength all over, and the maids really thought that she had no bones, she didn't need to touch her finger by herself, she was dressed again and could go out to see people.

She looked at the woman in the mirror and thought she was a stranger.

"Ready?" Leon's voice came from the next door.

"Yes, sir." Georgiana said listlessly, and stood up again with the help of the maids.

After walking to the outside corridor, he was already waiting for her outside the door, this time he was wearing a black dress with gold rims.

He looked at her up and down for a while, showing a satisfied smile, and then he flexed his arms and led her to the restaurant.

When they opened the door of the restaurant that matched the suite, British Agriculture Director Arthur Young was already waiting for them. It was Fontane who accompanied him.

Originally they were talking in a low voice, when they saw the two of them appeared, they both ended the previous topic, and then bowed to the two of them.

"Please sit down," Bonaparte said, then walked to the table and pulled out the chair for Giorgioanna.

She sat in his starting position, opposite Arthur Young, and Arthur Young’s starting position was Fontane. After they sat down, the empty table was soon filled with butter, bread, sherbet, Food such as ham can only be regarded as a more luxurious breakfast among ordinary people.

"Did you have fun last night? Mr. Director." Bonaparte asked.

"Yes." Arthur Young smiled and said, "I had a great time yesterday."

"I have read your article, and you also support the big farm system." Bonaparte said.

"This is generally believed by the Physiocrats of our time." Arthur Young said with a wry smile, "Mr. Quesnay thinks so too."

Georgina did not speak.

This kind of large farm system is similar to large rented farms in the English countryside and colonial farms in North America. Many of the large farms that were later bought by "gangs" and divided into small pieces were left behind by Quénet, according to Quénet’s standards. The large farms that use horses for fine farming are large farms, and small farmers use cattle to farm. In this way, the large farms that meet his criteria are only one-eighth of the country's total arable land.

Whether it’s cattle, horses, wheeled plows, or harvesters and threshers, they all need money to buy. Farmers are keen to borrow money to buy more small pieces of land, and their savings are all spent. How can they have the money to buy new ones? farm tools.

She is worried about inflation. The Bank of France, like the Bank of England, also has the right to issue bank notes, but the bank notes they issue are in denominations of 500, which are generally used for large transactions.

This may be a characteristic of the French in the 18th and 19th centuries. If their savings are used up, they will not continue to use the newly purchased land as mortgages and then borrow more money, but honestly farm and repay their debts.

"What do you think? Giorgioanna." Bonaparte asked.

"I know that French farmers will tie their cattle to their own fields." Georgiana said, "and they prefer to use shovels."

"Yes, this is exactly what I want to ask." Arthur Young frowned and asked, "Why don't you popularize it?"

"It depends on how you define intensive farming. A small piece of land does not require a horse-drawn plow. Large farms in North America have not been divided. The rural area still implements the eldest son inheritance system. He owns most of the land left by his father. The remaining few brothers share less. This is also to prevent the land from being more fragmented. I think you have seen those walls in France..."

"Besides, we don't have that many horses." Bonaparte said at this time, "Wang horses are used more in mines now."

Arthur Young stopped talking.

Georgiana knows something.

Napoleon wanted to import good horses from Britain.

"We are pursuing the partnership model." Georgiana said, "Integrate the scattered lands without changing the ownership system. For example, the land adjacent to me belongs to two or three family members. I partner with them to lease livestock and agricultural machinery. Livestock can also graze on the land of several cooperating families. Colonial agriculture is different from aboriginal agriculture, Mr. Director."

"British farms are not colonial agriculture." Arthur Young said.

You just used the enclosure movement to drive farmers into the factory, and did not drive the aborigines to the west like the pioneers in North America, or infect them with smallpox.

"For historical reasons, there are people on the land in France, so people can only be integrated so that they can love and cooperate with each other, not land mergers." Giorgioanna said, "There used to be lords to manage and plan fallow rotation. Farmers plan and manage themselves. This will be a slow process."

"Let's talk about other issues." Bonaparte said, "How much does Mr. Director know about the beer industry?"

Arthur Young didn't react a little.

So Bonaparte began to talk about the flavor problems caused by using various grains to make wine, and then talked about the difference in taste between English wheat and French wheat, and talked about the influence of sunlight, latitude and temperature on food production.

Georgiana was so unhappy that she ate her own breakfast, and stopped talking in the middle, as if she was not only worse than Bonaparte in dancing, but also worse than him in chatting and making friends.

So this time the breakfast meeting ended in an atmosphere that was not completely harmonious.

Wait for the guests to leave, Bonaparte tilted his head to look at her.

"What?" she said with a bad temper.

"Cooperate with each other if you love each other?" He smiled and said, "Isn't it joint labor, is it distributed according to contract?"

"I just hope that the countryside will not be messed up." She told him what she had discovered only yesterday, and the feasibility of using agriculture to absorb the unemployed has decreased.

He may not be paying attention to what she is talking about, holding him in his arms.

"Are you listening to me?" she said upset.

"Shhh, let me enjoy this moment."

Then she could only stand stupidly, blowing the sea breeze with him.

But in this peaceful moment, there was singing from downstairs:

Labelles\'estendormie, this beauty has fallen into a deep sleep,

Surunbeaulitderose, on the rose-colored bed,

Blanchecommelaneige, the beauty is as white as snow,

Bellecommelejour, like the beauty of the day,

Ilssonttroiscapitaines, these are the three captains,

Quiveulentluifairelacour, they all showed her courtesy,

Leplusjeunedestrois, the oldest captain,