Harry Potter’s Morning Light

  Chapter 1374 "Potato War"

  Napolioni took Giorgioanna to a tavern on St. Honore Street.

  It is opposite the Tuileries Palace, but the regular customers in the tavern are the lowest-level people, perhaps because of the large number of people, even if there is no fire, the tavern still feels very hot.

Regardless of the guest’s dressing, upbringing, environmental sanitation and waiters in the tavern, they are completely incomparable to the cafe just now. Napoleon deliberately walked behind a group of farmers who seemed to drive cattle to the city and found one. Sit down in a very inconspicuous corner. In order not to be noticeable, he let the servants sit down at another table. He was at the same table with Giorgioanna and Dickrow.

  Even in ordinary clothes, Napoleon looked extraordinary and incompatible with this tavern.

  But his attitude is very calm, not as uncomfortable as he was in the cafe just now.

   "You must be the worst spy." Georgianna said to him, "Several people stared at you as soon as I walked in."

   "I thought they were looking at you." Napoleon stared at Georgiana and smiled and said, "Your beauty is so dazzling both day and night."

  "What do you want?" The hostess asked the guests impatiently.

   "1 quart of beer." Dillock said, "some more fried fish."

   "You look at your lavish clothes, so I ordered that?" The hostess said uncomfortably.

   "Are there any sausages?" Napoleon lit his pipe and asked with a smile.

  The host looked at him through the smoke for a while, as if trying to tell who he was.

   "I want the same dishes as that table." Georgiana pointed to the table not far away and said, "What's that?"

   "Duck and potatoes." said the hostess.

  "Are there sweet potatoes for sale?" Georgiana asked again.

   "That's for pigs." The hostess said stiffly.

  Georgiana stayed on the spot like a sap.

  "Bring us the beer first." Dillock said coldly.

  The hostess stared at Dillock for a while, then walked away.

  It didn’t take long for him to come over with a few beer glasses. The foam inside was not too much, but it would never add up to a quart, almost two-thirds of a quart.

   "How do you know this place?" After the hostess left, Georgiana asked Leon.

"On August 10, 1792, I hid here." Napoleon said calmly. "The bodies of Swiss mercenaries were piled up in mountains. I looked for places to hide, and then ran into here. People who were like them at the time Drinking to celebrate."

  "Where do you go on dates with girls?"

  "Are you the kind of girl who likes to go to the garden?" Napoleon asked with a smile.

   "No." Georgiana took a sip of beer. The low temperature made it as cold as it was cold, and it tasted refreshing.

"On June 20 of the same year, a friend and I were having dinner in a restaurant. At that time, I saw a group of trousers go to the Tuileries Palace and pushed the king to the window facing the garden. Louis XVI was wearing a Red hat." Napoleon continued, "If you really want to be close to the people, you have to come to this place."

  Georgiana ignored him, she was listening, and the people at the bottom were singing in French with accent:

  Winter is here, and the bitter days are coming, it’s really a **** ghost

  No longer shirtless and bareback

  Person in power, person in charge

   ran toward the south one after another.

   "Are we going to the south?" Georgiana asked.

  "I'm going to Lyon next month, and I'm going to review the Western Corps. Are you going?"

   "Josephine should go to that occasion."

   "Okay, you and Joseph will stay in Paris." He simply agreed.

  She has a very good mentality. She is just convenient to do things in Paris, so she is not jealous of the two of them going to the south for vacation.

  "Do you think the shovel is easy to use or the wheel plow is easy to use?" She heard the farmer at the table next door say.

"The wheel plow is labor-saving, but the soil is not as finely broken as a shovel, and the corners of the field cannot be plowed at all. The slab soil has to be turned three or four times, which is not as good as a shovel." Another farmer said, "It is the government's kindness. Even if manpower will not be replaced by rakes, the manure made by livestock is also useful."

   "The county guard is asking us to buy manure. Are you going to buy it?"

  "This is only known if you have used it. Who have you heard of using human manure?"

   "The first ruling is really relieved to let his mistress be so messy?"

  "It’s so cold this year, Lyon is snowing a lot..."

  At this moment, the hostess came and brought the potatoes and ducks Georgian had ordered and put them on the table.

  "Have you ever heard of this when you went to the countryside?" Napolioni asked.

   "How long did I go there." She said angrily, and ate a potato with a fork.

"We used to boil wheat in water in Egypt before. It tastes no better than bread." Napoleone also used a fork to fork a potato to eat. "You have also heard that potatoes and sweet potatoes are for pigs. Prussia wants to dispatch an army to force farmers to grow potatoes. The rich have never been interested in this thing."

  "How about next year's famine first, and how about income?" Georgiana said coldly.

   "How did you grow the land before?"

   "There is a vegetable field in the castle and a forest farm around... Am I too idealistic?"

  "Do you know what Louis XVI did to promote growing potatoes?" Napolioni asked.

  She shook her head.

"He asked the Mounted Police to guard the potato-growing land on the Sablon Plain, but only during the day and lure people into stealing at night. This method is much smarter than the Prussians and smarter than yours. many."

   "You mean we are not as good as Louis XVI?"

  "Sweet potatoes are completely unfamiliar to farmers, it is better to promote potatoes."

   "You are all right." Georgiana said with a fake smile, and took a bite of greasy duck meat.

  Napoleon and Dillock both looked at her.

   "What?" She looked at them strangely.

  "This is how you resist?" Napoleon asked with a smile.

   "It's the Scots' way of rebelling against England." Georgiana said coldly, "Sharptal said he couldn't move you before you came to me and said?"

  "He also said he would grow grass by hand." Napoleon said coldly, "If it weren't for your loan, the bakers in Paris would not be willing to sell it below cost."

   "What can I do with my money?"

"It's not enough, but there are more people who are afraid of death. As you mentioned earlier, Marzelbe has a much better reputation than those nobles. He, his daughters and grandchildren are all on the guillotine, the Lamoignon family Owned by the French High Court for more than 200 years, it was once very prominent. Now the castle is unclaimed. Losing a little money is nothing to them." Napoleon said calmly, "In fact, those Swiss mercenaries can survive without death. They are very brave in fighting. , But Louis XVI did not allow them to shoot. Those mercenaries were killed by the people. Joseph is very kind, and you are the same. I know you like those people at the bottom. If these people are also involved in the riots, would you dare Dare to give orders to fire?"

  Georgiana looked around.

  He discusses this topic in a place like this, and is not afraid that these low-level people will tear him up?

  "Do you know why I am repairing Trajan's Column?"

  Georgiana shook her head.

   "Trajan believes that people are often willing to follow a leader who is stronger than him. Do you think he is right?"

  Georgiana thought of another person, and Voldemort also thought that she was strong, and many people would follow her.

"I think it is not the number of people who determine the victory or defeat of the war." Georgiana recalled how the crowds of Death Eaters saw Harry fled after the "resurrection". "It doesn't matter whether I am strong or not, I just need to let If the other party loses confidence, it is enough for one to feel that there is still a chance to win."

  "Wait later, go to the police station and fill out the application form." Napoleon said, "You are more qualified to wear pants than Joseph."

   "My idea is still immature."

"You are a bit naive, but you have a positive attitude." Napoleon said. "When the human brain believes that something is impossible to do, it will come up with all kinds of reasons why it can't be done, but when you believe in one thing When things can be done, they will find various ways to do it. If you say you don’t want to be jealous of other people’s women, tell me what you think."

  She looked at Dylock, who also looked at her.

   "Speak straight." Napoleon said.

   "I don't want to waste time and energy on this kind of thing." She said coldly.

"A sober person is the most absurd." Napoleon sighed. "When a man has a soft heart, your heart is harder than granite. He is your man, and that kid is born of your rival. How can you help that kid? he?"

   "Harry is innocent."

   "Louis XVI also ordered the soldiers not to hurt those who broke into the Tuileries Palace. Do you think he deserves to die?"

  Georgiana stared at Napoleon.

   "The king should not give up the power of self-defense." She said a moment later.

"anything else?"

   "I want to leave." Georgiana looked at the eager drunks.

   "Do you want to escape?" Napoleon asked.

   "I don't want to cause you trouble, you are a micro server now."

   "Think of me as those Swiss mercenary soldiers, princess, what order do you think you should give now?"

   "Throw them into the Seine and make them sober."

   "You heard it." Napoleon smiled cheerfully. "It's time for you to act."

  The Corsican dwarf did not show weakness and walked towards the drunks who were much taller than him. Dylock guarded her, seeming to be escorting her.

  The valet gate followed Napoleon and faced the enemies. The guests in the tavern saw that they were about to fight, but they didn’t see a blocker. They were all struggling to applaud.

   "Los it." The bartender came over with the sausage, and stretched out his other hand towards Georgiana. "When the police come, I'll say they did it first."

  Georgiana glared at the witness who asked for bribes as perjury. At the moment of the fight over there, she took a gold Louis from her purse and gave him.

  The hostess also reached for her.

   "Believe it or not, I will send soldiers to demolish this place later?"

   "That's the boss's, not mine." The hostess vowed to say "Give me the money, Miss Georgiana."

  (End of this chapter)