Harry Potter Morning Light

In addition to the reservoir called the "Underground Cistern", Justinian also prepared more than ten similar reservoirs and grain storage points in the city, but famine still occurred.

Bread needs to be baked before it can be eaten. When there are more dead people than living people, the survivors are either busy burying the dead or don't know how to bake bread. In this case, even if there are enough food reserves, it will not be able to supply all the people. The people of the city need it.

It takes a while for bread to ferment. If you bake it before it is fully fermented, the taste will be much worse. Not everyone knows how to ferment.

However, pasta is not such a cooking method. The poet Horace, who lived in the first century BC, brought back a dish from his hometown, which was cooked with leeks and chickpeas and noodles cut into strips. This was recorded in Marco Polo's travels in the 4th century. It inspired the chefs at that time to try making noodles with flour.

But few modern people know that ancient wheat was completely different from today’s wheat. Just like watermelon, it is completely different from its earliest days.

From a biological perspective, ancient wheat had only 14 chromosomes, while current wheat has 42.

For chefs, many ingredients must be added to achieve the relatively smooth taste Marco Polo said.

There was a plague and an earthquake at that time. Who would be in the mood to do these things?

The French aristocrats were still in the salon when the whole people were famine, holding glasses of wine to sympathize with the plight of the poor.

Shakespeare wrote in "Love's Labour's Labour": The fame that all kings pursue is forever recorded on our tombstones, making us gain immortal glory in the shame of death.

Death is shameful and unfortunate, and the living feel deep sympathy for the dead, which does not make people feel tender and considerate.

Malthusians believe that the poor deserve all this, and even sympathy is omitted.

Robespierre got it when he said in his speech that "This is a country that has substituted virtue for selfishness, made integrity the center of honour, substituted principle for habit, duty for etiquette, contempt for vice for the contempt of walkers." resonated with many.

Virtue without terror is weak, and then the reign of terror begins.

With Georgiana's courage, the most she dared to do was stay away from the crowd during the Reign of Terror and live in isolation. Even abroad was not peaceful.

Now that there is peace in the country, Napoleon has set a final deadline for returning to the country. This time, many exiles came to visit Belgium and planned to follow him back.

It was Josephine who was supposed to receive them, but Josephine did not come, so the job of receiving them was left to the La Rochefoucauld family.

When she walked into the room, she could still smell the burnt smell that hadn't dissipated.

There was a nobleman. Although he did not wear any clan emblem or anything to mark his status, his noble status could be seen at a glance from where he stood. Venus in the Louvre actually has "flaws" such as neck lines and accessory breasts if you look carefully, but she is better in proportion.

Even if you ignore his height, Bonaparte's body proportions are not so perfect. When he is thin, his head appears larger.

However, the figure of their family is very stable. The nobleman in front of him is probably in his thirties. He is wearing a black coat that is popular among literati nowadays. He does not wear a wig, boots and gray breeches. He only has the upper part of his left little finger. There is a gold ring.

He stood among the "ruins". Although the "ruins" were painted with golden wallpaper, they still looked so luxurious.

"This is Count Nicolas de Saint-Brechan, who will be in charge of the National Archives." Francis introduced.

"Nice to meet you, madam." Saint-Brochan bowed to her humbly.

At this moment, Georgiana suddenly understood why Bonaparte liked ruin paintings.

"It's an honor to meet you too." Georgiana raised her hand and asked the other party to kiss her hand.

"This room used to be the queen's small drawing room. It is the same as the one in the Tuileries Palace." Talleyrand said from the side. "Are you satisfied?"

Georgiana sobered up a little and took her hand back.

The Tuileries Palace is gone in the 20th century. It burned down in 1870. After all, in order to meet the construction deadline, Napoleon asked carpenters to repair it. Later, its fire spread to the Grand Gallery of the Louvre. If the fire spread at that time If so, Hubert Robert's paintings would not be "imaginary".

"You can decorate this room and the room next door as you wish. There is no need to destroy it." Talleyrand continued, "This is the rule of the palace."

She frowned at him.

"That's what you said. No one except Josephine can live in the First Consul's bedroom." Talleyrand said indifferently.

Georgiana glanced at Saint-Bloéchamp, feeling terribly embarrassed, and hurried to the room next to the small living room.

It was a "blue" room. Since indigo has become so valuable, it has become a luxury item and girls are wearing it. Now the mattress, sofa and curtains are all in this color.

There is also a large oil painting on the wall depicting Poseidon driving a chariot in the waves. It turns out that there is a large mirror in the room full of flowers. There was a painting there, but it "missed" later.

The room did not surprise or excite her, but reminded her of Josephine and her daughter Hortense, whom she had married to Louis in order to save her marriage.

The coat of arms of the French Crown Prince is a dolphin, and the people in the oil paintings on the wall pulling Poseidon's carriage are all dolphins.

"If I don't destroy the original room, who will live in this room?" Georgiana asked.

"I don't know, the Fuhrer just told us to be ready," Francis said.

"This place originally belonged to Madame Pompidou." Talleyrand held his lame leg aside and said, "Look, there's a bathtub."

Georgiana's face was so hot that she looked at the other three people as if they thought all this was natural.

“I remember that the palace had not yet been repaired when Louis XV died,” Georgiana said.

"Would you like it if I said this was the room Madame du Barry gave her?" Talleyrand asked.

Georgiana shook her head and continued walking forward without anyone stopping her.

When she arrived next door, a group of women seemed to have been waiting for a long time, curtseying to her.

"This is the audience room." Talleyrand limped over and pointed with his crutch, "That big sofa is the queen's seat."

She looked in the direction he pointed, and there was indeed a large sofa that could seat five people. The rest of the seats were small benches. None of these ladies sat on them, but each of them occupied a seat.

"Where did the old people sit?" Georgiana asked Talleyrand in a low voice.

"What do you think?" Talleyrand asked.

She looked at the big sofa and suddenly understood what Hathor meant by "the sofa represents a curse".

When Bonaparte was in Egypt, he told "Cleopatra" that as long as she could have children, he would divorce her and marry her when he returned. Then the French girl who walked through the Sahara Desert like the male soldiers became Agree to him.

What he wants is a boy. You can't give birth to a boy, so give up on this idea.

So Georgiana walked to the big sofa and sat down, but she didn't sit in the middle seat, as if there was someone sitting there.

"Please have a seat," Francis said to the women.

Then the ladies sat down.

Talleyrand looked at her and sighed silently.

"What are you doing?" Georgiana looked ahead expressionlessly.

"Can't you sit upright?" Talleyrand asked.

"For you, it is noon, but for me, the darkness is more solemn." Georgiana said, looking at the women.

Talleyrand looked at her in surprise.

"Introduce them to me," Georgiana said to Frances.

Then Francis began to read the names of the women, just like Minerva holding a sorting ceremony. The difference was that he did not get a list or a sorting hat.

"Noon and Eternity" by Nietzsche.

Euripides, companion of Dionysus