Harry Potter Morning Light

Chapter 1324 Golden Bee

For the European continent, the most densely populated and resource-rich regions are Belgium and Lombardia.

Through the Treaty of Campo-Formio, France gained dominion over Belgium.

The old French system included a right of compulsory purchase, which was used during famines. The lord would force the peasants to buy certain commodities at a fixed price, usually food, such as canned horse meat made by Georgiana. The peasants did not want to eat horse meat. The lord Forced him to buy it, even if he didn't want to eat it.

Belgium is squeezed by France like a juicer. Not only is the port of Antwerp prohibited from foreign trade, the locals must also buy expensive French goods and high tax rates, making a wealthy place miserable.

"Damn the King of France," she cursed for the Belgian.

Waterloo is in Belgium, not far from Antwerp, less than 100 kilometers away in a straight line. It is a very good supply point. Even for this reason, she will not let Antwerp continue to be squeezed like this.

She plans to move the lace business here from Venice, and let some Jews buy land in Belgium. Compared with Israel, which is full of deserts, Belgium with muddy roads should be much better. You only need to build as many windmills as Holland. Pump the water away.

Montesquieu's understanding of taxation is: pay part of the money and protect the other part.

This is understood by the French who have experienced the Great Revolution. Those who have not experienced it can be educated through teaching. The vast majority of people should let them see what happened in September 1792 and they should wake up.

Sales tax, milling tax, toll tax, customs duty...

She compared the types of taxes allowed by the French government to list the tax contents one by one, and finally found the window tax, and she couldn't help laughing.

This is definitely something he learned from Venice, the windows are sealed to pay taxes, is it comfortable to live in a dark room?

She looked at the floor-to-ceiling windows of the newly-built greenhouse, and the sunlight came in through the glass. With this greenhouse, the Grand Trianon Palace became the place where His Excellency Bonaparte worked, and this side became her world.

The servants have not yet adapted to the new life, why should they still study after working as adults?

Anyway, as long as you don't bother her and please her.

Except that her husband has changed, everything is still the same as she was at school, there is no childishness about her, and there is still black tea to drink.

She felt a long-lost tranquility.

"Miss." Sophie said at the door, "The Commander of the Guards, Lana, please see me."

"Who?" said Georgiana incredulously.

"Guardian Lana wants to see you," Sophie said.

"Let him in," she said incomprehensibly.

Sophie leaves.

Not long after, a tall and handsome young man came to her in a hurry.

The Guards were Napoleon's darling, and they chose the elite of the army, all of whom looked pleasing to the eye.

The Guards Commander did have a good-looking appearance, long legs, and handsome facial features, but she immediately connected him with Rohart.

"Good day, most honorable lady." Lana bowed to her.

"Just tell me what you want?" Georgiana said. "Your commander will get into big trouble if he finds out that I'm in the same room with a handsome young man like you."

Lana grinned, showing his neat and white teeth, "Lana followed the army commander to Italy, also to Egypt, and participated in the Brumaire coup... I spent too much money buying supplies for the Guards."

Lana said pitifully.

"How many?"

"Please help me." Lana, who looked very chivalrous, clasped his hands together and begged.

"I have a job for you, would you like to do it?"

Lana froze.

"I know that the law allows Jews to buy land. Go find me some Jews and buy real estate in Belgium. Don't let them establish a country. In addition, I have a small business to do."

"I don't want to leave Paris," Lana said. "I have a new wife."

"Then where do you want to be randomly assigned by your army commander? For example, the end of the world."

"I want to come back and be a guard."

"That's between you and your commander, now, leave!" she yelled at Lana.

The pompous young man left her study.

She shook her head with a smile, and was about to continue working when she heard the crisp footsteps of her boots on the marble floor.

"Are you ready to accept this job?" Georgiana said with a smile, looking at the documents in her hand.

"Yes."

She heard the voice of another man who was not Rana.

She looked up from the file.

"How do I look?" Bonaparte smiled at her.

Compared with the long-legged Lana, Napoleon's legs do look a little shorter, but he looks very handsome at the moment.

White silk shirt, breeches, boots, short purple cloak studded with golden bees, and a black felt hat with a white feather on it instead of his usual three-cornered hat.

"You look like a groom," she sneered. "You're going to wear this to the canal groundbreaking?"

"What about you?" he asked a little haughtily. "Is your dress ready?"

"You'll know when the day comes," she said uneasily.

"what happened?"

"I think you'd better wear that hat that brings you good luck," she said nervously.

Waterloo and Napoleon are really not a good combination.

"What are you doing?" He took the documents on her desk and looked at them.

"How to rule Belgium," she said bluntly. "Guess how much the Jews are willing to pay for a piece of land."

"This place is a place of frequent fighting," said Napoleon. "That's why they won't go."

"That's why I just asked Lana if he would take the job. He's good at fighting, isn't he?"

"Yes."

"Isn't it because he is good-looking? When the Guards guard you as a guard of honor?"

"What is he doing with you?"

"He seems to have gotten into trouble."

"What trouble?"

"It cost more money to buy supplies for the Guards."

Bonaparte seemed angry, but he wasn't.

"What has he done before?"

"He broke into the gardens of the Governor's House at Acre while he was fighting the British, but was badly wounded and almost died."

"Wow, he seems to have a bloody feud with the British."

"You are an English woman, and you are different from men." Napoleon smiled strangely, "Do you want to embroider bees on your clothes?"

"Does that have special significance?"

"It's the family emblem." He walked around the desk and walked behind her, pressing her shoulders. "We will be a family from now on."

"Why not a lion?"

"That's a sign of the British. Don't you like bees?"

"Too small, not mighty at all."

"Just like me, little one." Napoleon took off the hat with feathers and put it on her head.

"What?"

"You said that once it becomes legal, it won't be so attractive." He whispered into her ear, "Why do I still find you so attractive?"

"Because I'm sugar, you're a bee, it's in your nature." She closed her eyes and said, "Be careful Leon, I have an ominous premonition."

He stopped kissing her neck.

"Like you reminded me last time?"

"It's a bit different." She frowned. "You have to be careful, I don't want you to die."

"This is the most beautiful love story I have ever heard." He said intoxicated.

"You have to be careful," she cried. "What the hell is going on?"

"Shh, look at me." He made Georgiana open her eyes and look at herself.

"Let me help you forget about it," he said, cupping her face, and the bee-dressed groom kissed the non-bee-dressed bride.

(End of this chapter)