[Masterpiece Les Miserables] Paris Sparks

"So, your new batch of students will graduate in a month?" Mrs. Wallman asked,

"As you said." Corona replied with a smile.

"Well, I would venture to ask, haven't all your best students found jobs?"

"It's not really presumptuous, you can ask more directly." Corona smiled and turned to the little black-haired girl who was snuggling beside her, "Miss Daisy is going to hire a tutor, right?"

In this day and age, there are not many avenues for girls to get an education.Aristocratic girls and girls from rich families often choose to hire tutors—however, those who are tutors are often girls from lower classes and poor families, and it is not easy for them to receive education.Therefore, when Corona's girls' high school began to teach steadily and graduated a batch of students every year, these students quickly flooded into the tutor market.

Compared with ordinary middle schools, the curriculum of girls' middle schools has been adjusted, and courses such as weaving have been added.But in terms of basic knowledge, all aspects of the curriculum strive to be consistent with the education received by men.It can be said that the most outstanding graduates can take the university entrance examination at a level after graduation, and they are already among the best among women in this era in terms of knowledge.Coupled with the fact that they do not have the strictness and rigidity of monastery education, they are even more popular.However, due to the limited size of the school, even though it was expanded once in the middle, by [-], there were only about [-] graduates each year, and only some of them would choose to become teachers.Therefore, fresh female teachers are in high demand.

The eldest son of the Wallmans died shortly after birth, and they only had this one daughter, whom they cherished very much.Little Daisy, developing a bold and straightforward character, looked at her and nodded. "Mom said, I'm at the age where I should hire a teacher." She replied childishly.

"You also know that people have different personalities, and not everyone can get along with each other." Corona said, "I don't know what kind of teacher Madam wants?"

"You have to have a good character and a clean family background—it goes without saying, your student, why not worry about it! But the most important thing is to like little Daisy."

"I want a teacher who is bold," said Daisy, "who can't be afraid of spiders."

Corona smiled: "Okay."

"How do you talk about spiders?" The police chief's wife sitting on the other side asked with a smile.

Little Daisy pouted.Mrs. Warman answered on her behalf: "One time Daisy saw a big spider and pointed it out to the maid next to her. The maid was so startled that she almost dropped her tea on the floor."

"Oh! That Miss Daisy is really brave." The wife of the director said, "But, girls should not play with these poisonous insects, it is better to be quiet. Alas, like those two leather children in my family, they go to heaven and earth all day long. Yes, no one can discipline..."

She loves to show off her two sons when she seizes the opportunity. Corona echoed a few words and changed the topic back: "As for Miss Daisy's tutor, I have someone in mind, who is currently the best in the whole grade. Girl," she introduced to Mrs. Wallman, "but I won't be able to bring her to visit in two days—you know, her family lives at the Main Gate. I heard that the situation there is not stable, and many workers are a little The commotion, I'm really afraid that when I go to pick her up, if there is any riot or strike, it will be too scary."

As she spoke, she secretly looked at the expressions of the other people.Little Daisy is too young to understand anything; Mrs. Warman was dissatisfied in surprise: "The group of workers are too restless! But you don't have to worry, the police are dispatched, and it's not easy to stop them ?”

The chief's wife smiled calmly and calmly: "Miss Evermond, you don't have to worry."

"It's just hearsay—you know those girls from poor families, some of them are afraid of being poor, and they are very timid. With your assurance, then I can rest assured." Corona replied.

Several people chatted for a while, and little Daisy gradually became impatient due to her young age, and the other two took the opportunity to leave.Corona left Mrs. Valman's house and boarded the carriage waiting at the door.The coachman swung his whip and left, heading towards the big market.

After the big market, there is a girls' school.The intersection of that section of road is narrow, and there are often forks in the road, so the carriage will inevitably slow down.When passing a corner of the road, the car curtain was lifted suddenly, and a tall and thin young man jumped in from outside the car nimbly.

"Gavroche." Corona greeted him calmly, "What news?"

"There is something wrong with the police. I haven't seen the spies who used to be active in the eleventh and thirteenth districts for several days. When I went to the main gate this morning, I recognized them there. One named Wren. I spoke to the labor leader over there, but I'm not sure which side he was from. And there must be more I don't recognize."

Corona's face became serious: "How long have they been gone?"

"At least three days," replied Gavroche in the affirmative.

"I tested the police chief's wife today. From her reaction, it can be concluded that the police are already aware of the strike parade that is being planned there, and have made arrangements in advance-I guessed that it was an imminent operation, and the spies inquired about it. news, but if it was so long in advance, someone must have informed it from the beginning.”

"Then what should we do?" Gavroche asked urgently, "Aren't we going to go on strike? Working in those factories is simply not a life for a human being!"

"I don't know much about the workers' organization at the main gate. It's not up to me to decide whether to strike or not. I can only tell them the news." Corona pondered for a moment, "Did those spies recognize you?"

"That Ren certainly didn't see me. But I can't guarantee that all of them don't recognize me."

"Then you go to school with me, find Daisy, and ask her to go back and deliver the letter. Send the message directly to her husband, and notify Susan's home."

The car stopped at the gate of the school, and Gavroche jumped out naturally, and turned around to help Corona, as if he should have been in the car.Corona jumped out of the car and handed him a few silver coins, which Gavroche put back: "Don't use money to corrupt revolutionaries."

"Who are the revolutionaries?" Corona said solemnly, "What does this matter have to do with the revolution? I just asked you to help the girls' school to give a message to the students."

It was an old joke between the two of them, and they both laughed.Gavroche stuffed the silver coins into his pocket and walked half a circle to the back of the school, while Corona entered the school through the main entrance.It is now early dusk, the students are having their last class of the day, and dinner has already begun in the kitchen.The waifs who came to help changed round after round, and a few little girls I didn't know had just cleaned up the weeds in the flower beds.There are not many things that the school needs to handle personally every day. Corona had dinner with the teachers and students, washed the dishes, and spent about two hours finishing the work. Then she came to Next to the warehouse.There was a small door over there, and ordinary people would think it was a side door of the warehouse, but when Corona opened the door and entered, there was a secret passage leading to the back.She came out of the secret passage, walked half a street, and came to Collins.

The Collins tavern had been damaged in the battle of the barricades, and Madam Hucheslot and her two maids had thus lost their only source of income.In retrospect, the students felt a little sorry, so they pieced together everything and helped to rebuild the tavern with their help.Aunt Hucheroup was terrified by the revolutionary battle, but she had no way to maintain her life by rejecting these only customers. In the end, she had no choice but to accept it all.Among the former ABC members, those who chose to stay in Paris still drink and party here as usual.

"Corona." As soon as she entered, Feuilly saw her and raised his hand in greeting.Corona sat next to them, and he couldn't wait to lower his voice and said: "It is said that the strike parade at the Main Gate has been cancelled. Do you know?"

"I know now. But it's not surprising. I asked Gavroche to send them a message more than two hours ago. There may be spies among the organizers—how did you know so quickly?"

"I just came back from there," said Feuilly.

"How could the organizers have spies? John, George Sr., and Delaney over there were all people who participated in the revolution of [-]. They organized several strikes and fought for the reduction of daily working hours. It stands to reason that they would not To make such a mistake. Who is the spy?" asked Courfeyrac.

"I don't know." Corona said frankly, "The workers in the factories that went on strike this time were the poorest, and the women who had the least conditions to receive education, I don't have enough information there. Mainly Mrs. Villefort and the police chief Madame accidentally leaked her words while chatting—forgive me for keeping the source of the information secret—and then I went to test the director’s wife. Gavroche’s later news confirmed this point. How the spies got in depends on They checked it themselves."

"So, what is old George's plan now?" Combeferre asked Feuilly.

"The parade has been postponed. But the strike continues—the weather is getting hot soon. Now the factory can reach 30 degrees Celsius. In June and July, at least dozens of people die of heat stroke every year. Then strike again , Although it can arouse greater public outrage, it is too late."

"Postponed? Not cancelled?" asked Combeferre.

"Old George told me it was postponed. Maybe there will be another one when they get the spies."

"They rely on me being able to help them find people!" Corona said with a headache. "It's fine once or twice. Every three times, three times a week, are they afraid that the police won't be able to catch me and go to jail with me?"

"It doesn't matter if you get arrested. No one will help you bail in the future. That's the big problem. But workers whose family members fall into the hands of the police can't think of this, and it's understandable." Re'an said.

"I know." Corona sighed, "I am willing to help, but I am afraid that they will take this lightly and overestimate my ability."

No one here has experience doing these things.Rather, even if it goes back hundreds of years, there are not many women who do her kind of thing in history, and it is really difficult to grasp the scale.Coronna herself was prepared to explore and move forward, and she didn't complain too much.She turned to ask: "Before I came, what were you talking about?"

"By the way," said Courfeyrac, "did Albert tell you? The Count of Monte Cristo is coming to Paris."

Corona raised her eyebrows: "The Count of Monte Cristo?"

"Yes, I guess it is the Count of Monte Cristo you mentioned to us." Courfeyrac replied.

The author has something to say: The Count of Monte Cristo made an appearance in Chapter 75 before, paying a large sum of money to buy paintings and laying the economic foundation for opening a school.

So Corona was impressed by the name, but (she thought) she had never met the person in person.