Harry Potter Morning Light

In the autumn of 1779, when the War of Independence began to change due to the entry of France, Joshua Wedgwood heard that his second son, Joss, was ill at boarding school. Visit your children.

However, when he got to the place, he discovered that Joss's disease was not a curable disease.

There are all kinds of problems in closed boarding schools, and not everyone goes as smoothly as Harry Potter.

As a father, he made a choice that he felt would be good for his children, taking them home and hiring tutors to teach the lessons he felt would be useful.

Wedgwood is also a boss at the same time. He knows exactly what kind of people he needs. Of course, sons are different from employees. They will inherit his family business in the future, but Joshua Wedgwood himself did not think of it. His factory was actually inherited by his daughter Su Ji, who was sent to London.

The school was run by Bolton, who is arguably the "king" of Birmingham.

For Wedgwood, Staffordshire was the city of pottery, and before he set off to lobby in London, he wrote a pamphlet, "To Pottery Workers Concerning Service to Foreign Manufacturers," in England. Low tariffs have attracted a lot of imports, making the bank draft business very prosperous, but it may also bring disadvantages.

All in all he feels that manufacturers have little voice in parliament, and that partisan-focused politicians are indifferent to reform. A cat-and-mouse game prevailed throughout the 1780s. At that time, many countries believed that mastering foreign knowledge or models was a fair game, even a patriotic act, so commercial and industrial espionage continued.

The benefits brought by the first industrial revolution in the UK are obvious. The big people regard machines and models as diplomatic chips. For example, the UK sold machines to countries such as Portugal and Belgium, making them their allies. The power brokers of these factory owners.

But rather than buying a big man, becoming a big man himself is also a choice. The old Robert Peel of the northern factory became a member of parliament and can go to the parliament to participate in the "third reading".

Collusion between government and businessmen, power-for-money transactions, whatever you say is fine. Bertrand Russell, the Nobel Prize in Literature, said: In order to survive, must one accept the successes brought about by oneself, but the sins that cause pain to others?

Changed into Chinese, it means "I would rather bear the people of the world than let the people of the world bear me." This is still written in the Romance of the Three Kingdoms. As for whether Cao Cao really said this sentence, it is impossible to verify.

Georgiana felt that Cao Cao might not have said it. When he was young, he was still a man with a sense of justice. This kind of shameless declaration did not seem like what a generation of heroes would say.

The real "I'd rather bear the burden of the world than let the world bear me" is "after I die, even if the flood is torrential". Being an emperor or a king is for pleasure, why not be an emperor for pleasure?

The second chapter of the first volume of social contract theory wrote: the oldest and only natural society among all societies is the family.

In fact, the police are not necessary. According to the British "Taixing System", each household has a head of household to patrol, which can ensure the security of the community, and the residents of Birmingham can hire cavalry without paying the money.

However, due to urbanization and the increase in the number of migrants, this system has become impossible to implement, let alone the harmonious Datong society of "the old and the old and the old, the young and the young and the young", bad people There is no way to bring them to justice, and a child who steals a handkerchief will be hanged, or put on a ship and exiled to the colony.

"In the future" there will be many headaches about children's problems, but people in the 18th and 19th centuries are not in a hurry.

When Georgiana came to the cape where the orphanage was built, it was indeed deserted. Although it looked a little intact from a distance, dry wormwood grew on the wall and was swaying with the sea breeze.

She surpassed the British cavalry by a long distance. She could have turned back immediately, but when she moved her gaze down, she found that there were still buildings under the hillside. It was built along the mountain, and it looked like a brass skin wrapped around the bow of the "Alarm", protecting the limestone mountain with hard stones.

It was definitely not built in modern times, and it might not even be built in the Middle Ages. Instead, it resembled the ancient Roman buildings that Georgiana had seen in Lyon.

Curiosity can kill cats, Georgiana glanced behind, the cavalryman was out of sight by her, so she rode closer.

This is a very small fortress, and she just wanted to take a rough look, so it shouldn't take too much time.

"Stop." Suddenly someone said, "You should go back, ma'am."

Georgiana followed the voice and found that it was a French soldier in a blue uniform.

This "ruin" would be a very good lookout point if it was well covered, and it could even be a surprise attack if the guns were set up. This may be part of the fortifications dug by Napoleon on the hill.

She didn't say anything, turned the horse's head and ran back. On the way, she met the British soldier.

"Turn around," Georgiana told him. "It's just the two of us here."

He sneered, as if planning to move on.

"From here on, we'll play fairly." She said calmly, "Do you think you can really let me go?"

"Bonaparte must have given you the best horse." The cavalryman said angrily.

"Why don't you think about it, it may be because of other reasons, you are much heavier than me."

The trooper stared at her without answering.

"If you compete in speed, you are not my opponent, but if you fight, I am definitely not as good as you."

"Do you want to know why the Duchess is so against you?" said the trooper. "She is contesting with you who is the most beautiful woman in Scotland."

Georgiana rolled her eyes. "I'm not interested in arguing with her."

"You don't have to pretend to be noble."

"I'm not pretending to be noble!"

The trooper didn't continue to argue with her, as if he didn't want to talk nonsense with women.

"What did you do before you enlisted?" Georgiana asked.

"I am the son of the tavernkeeper." The cavalryman replied politely.

"Why do you want to join the army?"

He didn't answer right away.

"In defense of Napoleon Bonaparte." Just when Georgiana was about to give up, he replied "I know what he did in Italy, and I won't let my homeland, and England, be robbed by those brigands."

Georgiana looked at him.

If there is no need to increase domestic taxes and foreign wars are needed, there are other ways other than collecting high war taxes from the occupying countries to support wars.

Britain is currently one of the wealthiest countries in the world, and she couldn't imagine what it would be like.

"You may not know that it is a need and a responsibility for the British to continue to fight Napoleon's dictatorship," said the soldier.

"Why do you think I don't know?"

"Have you experienced despair? And the pain of not seeing hope?" the soldier asked her.

"What about you?" she asked the young man who seemed to be in his 20s.

"Yes, my stepfather can throw me out of the house any time, and then I'll be like the people who get drunk in the tavern." The soldier said "He gave me a job until I came of age, and then I Just enlisted."

She was speechless.

"Those drunk people, I have seen a lot of people who want to cheer up and change this kind of life, but just as they have hope, they are hit by another setback and despair, just like the Duke, you look at him like It's okay, but he's just going through the pain of losing his brother and his wife, who were dear to him."

"You don't have to tell me."

"I know you want to create peace, and we need peace now, but you should know that your efforts are useless, so be nice to yourself."

"Now I know what you're talking about." Georgiana smiled and said, "I just feel a little hopeful, and you hit me."

"You too," said the soldier. "Now you understand why I hate you?"

Georgiana did not answer.

"Should we continue with 'fair play'?" the soldier asked.

Georgiana rode beside him.

"I'll count to three, and then we'll run together," said the soldier.

"no problem."

"one"

"two"

"three!"

As soon as his words fell, the two horses ran out together, looking like horses in a racetrack, they started galloping the moment the fender was lowered, but there was no audience and no applause.

No, maybe there are in the bunker behind, but unfortunately they won't make a sound, because they are on a mission.