Harry Potter’s Morning Light

  Chapter 2023 Naughty Wind (1)

   "Don't worry, I never use child labor here."

   Early the next morning, Georgiana was taken to visit the local textile factory in Le Treport. Although she suspected that it was arranged in advance, she did not see any minors on the scene.

  In fact, even Soho, which prohibits the use of child labor, has apprentices, but Bolton stipulates that they are only allowed to work for 10 hours, and they are well-ventilated, and there are no cotton flies like clouds in the air.

  This world needs love and faith.

  Even though she knew it was a fake, Georgian still smiled at the factory boss, and then he was "petrified" as if under a certain spell.

   "Satisfied?" Bonaparte asked.

  She nodded, then took his arm and left the factory.

  The era of imperial government is also known as the era of thin clothes. Women are popular to wear a loose dress made of "white muslin", which requires high-count British yarn to weave.

  Thin clothes are not suitable for the cold weather of the Little Ice Age, causing many people to have respiratory problems, influenza, tuberculosis and other diseases, plus those children who have fever, it seems that there are people coughing everywhere.

  In order to prevent themselves from catching a cold, people often wear coats and cloaks. There is generally no fixed standard for the length of the skirt, but the designer who made the clothes for Giorgio Anna follows the popular style in Paris. The length is just enough for her to carry and maintain an elegant posture, but she wears not muslin, but Persian white satin, embroidered with silver thread, is low-key and luxurious.

  In such a big drama yesterday, she can't help but give him face today. Although they all changed into "plain clothes" and walked by the sea, many people recognized the first ruling at a glance. Le Treport itself is a tourist attraction, and many Parisians come here to "breath the fresh air". He politely greeted the other party, and after the other party greeted him, he took his female companions to continue walking along the beach.

  At this time, there was a gentle ringing of the bell from the church in the distance. She subconsciously raised her head and looked over. Is the bell ringing for them?

   "The country folks are very superstitious. They believe in Roman witches and Gaul witches." He suddenly said, "Controlled superstition is allowed."

   "Do you think I would promote superstition?" Georgiana asked incredulously.

  He stared at her without answering.

   "I won't do that, Leon. It is ridiculous to rule with witchcraft." Georgiana smiled and said, "And I will not promote it everywhere, asking people to believe that there is magic in this world."

  He laughed, "A great country should not be composed of immature thoughts and ideologies. Here I prefer to call it the soul. If a person's body matures and their soul is still immature..."

"The strength of a country is determined by the intelligence of the people." Georgian interrupted him. "But intelligence and physical strength require time to exercise. I think even a wizard can't make a person spend most of his time. After work, there is still time to squeeze out to learn."

   "True conquest, the only conquest that does not make people regretful, is the conquest of ignorance." Napoleon said.

   "I should find a notebook to write it down, maybe it will become a famous epigram in the future." Georgiana said.

   "You also said a famous saying,'This world does not lack people who want to be leaders, but lacks people who support them.' How did you come up with it?" Bonaparte asked.

Georgiana looked at the other side of the sea, which should be in the direction of England. At this time, many people should have been unable to bear the suffocating air and the red tape of talking to the "superior people" and touching the brim of the hat. She decided to emigrate to the New World by boat. Go for freedom.

  Malthusian population will soon be put on the shelf because of the lack of labor in England. At that time, no one said that the means of production were not divided enough.

  "This is what I understood when I read Hobbes' Leviathan." Georgiana pursed her lips and said, "The law of approval, the people who participate will not make people feel unfair."

"You must know that restoring indirect taxes is not so easy. It will bring serious antagonisms. In 1790, indirect taxes were even abolished by legislation." Bonaparte said. "A good indirect tax should make the smallest taxpayer feel like he is. It is not being forced to blackmail or being deceived. In the future, cider, wine, and beer will be taxed as a whole. You should think about what good cider is used for." Bonaparte said.

  She looked at him weirdly.

   "What?" he asked strangely.

   "Cunning." She looked at him and shook her head, "I actually used women and children as an excuse for taxation."

  He shrugged very badly. "I heard that the British will use the leftover hops from brewing to feed the animals. Isn't that the trick for the British cattle to grow particularly strong?"

   "I will experiment." She said cautiously, "In addition, I think the waste water should be treated and discharged."

  "Waste water from beer?"

   "No, it's the waste water from industrial soda and sugar beet sugar." Georgianna said, "I heard that there is a chemist, I want to find him to continue to serve, but he used to serve the Duke of Orleans."

   "As long as he is willing to be loyal to the Republic, I can pardon him." Bonaparte said calmly, "The French gave me the power of amnesty."

  Georgiana did not say anything, because this power was passed by a referendum, although the Constitution of 1802 did not have Napoleon as the ruler for life.

  Some people and things are unforgivable, but the people have given Napoleon the power to amnesty, so he can be amnesty, even if some people dissatisfied, they can only endure it.

  "In France, details are important, and sometimes reason becomes worthless." He looked at her and said, "Have you recovered your reason?"

   "Oh!" She yelled in anger, but Bonaparte laughed.

   "I don't think the French love freedom and equality. They only have one emotion, honor, and honor."

"The British are similar. Did you know that Wedgwood has a showroom in London?" Georgian said. "His second son is in charge of the reception. I am equal to everyone."

   Bonaparte made no sound.

  "The arrogant attitude of those people made the young master feel that it was derogatory to continue to serve as a hospitality in the exhibition hall. Later, he married the daughter of an aristocratic family."

  "What about you? Which nobleman's daughter are you?" Bonaparte asked.

   "I am not a nobleman." Georgiana asked.

  He stopped and grabbed her hands.

  "Only civilians will learn noble etiquette, and nobles are constantly trying to break free from them and gain freedom."

   "I don't think there are nobles who abide by etiquette and rules."

  "I'm talking about the British aristocracy. Did you know that women on the Thames are also popular in men's clothing?"

  Georgiana was taken aback.

   "You brought up a fashion, Georgiana." Bonaparte smiled and said, "It seems we are going to share the closet."

  She felt that she was about to be struck by lightning.

   "Do you have anything you want to give me?" Bonaparte asked, "Josephine gave me the red review suit."

  She looked at the black scarf on his neck and thought it could be changed to a different color. No one in this world is more suitable for Tyre purple than Napoleon.

  But the purple scarf always reminded her of another person. She also gave Severus a purple silk bow tie, hidden under his monotonous black coat, which can occasionally be seen.

   "Why are you looking for me?" she asked with a smile.

   "My birthday is coming soon." He directly asked, "What gift are you going to give me?"

   "Porcelain." She said categorically.

  He showed an unpredictable expression.

  "Don't you know that Wedgwood is occupying the porcelain market of the upper class in Europe?" She was very cheap and said, "I will give it to other royal families on their birthdays, and by the way, I will advertise Sevres ceramics."

  He shook his head.

   "What do you want?" She asked again, and she guessed that he would not want a chamber pot as a gift.

   Bonaparte with his hands behind his back, looking like a meditator.

  Georgiana shrugged and continued walking with his hand.

  The waves, the waves, kissed the hard rock on the shore layer after layer, until it washed it into fine sand.

  Perhaps only a person with such a firm will will be so stubborn to want to conquer her, normal people have long changed to a lighter one.

  (End of this chapter)