Chapter 1274 The Shepherd of the Moon God

During the long Middle Ages, Normandy war horses were the first choice of British knights.

But in the 14th century, after the Plantagenets lost all their lands in France, Britain had to import horses from France and the Low Countries at a high price.

Unlike Britain, France was rich in fine horses in the Middle Ages. The Perche horse allowed French cavalry to dominate Europe. It is one of the few heavy-duty horses with strong speed and endurance. Nowadays, it is really a luxury for someone to use this kind of horse to pull a cart for themselves.

When faced with the choice of getting into the carriage or being carried into the carriage, Georgiana wisely chose the former.

The First Consul himself was riding in one carriage, and she was riding in another. Unlike that carriage, the carriage she was riding in was very low-key, no different from an ordinary aristocratic carriage.

She was brought back to the Grand Trianon without a trace. Fortunately, she was not sent to the bedroom of the Tuileries Palace like those opera stars, although there was essentially no difference.

Before he came back, she went to take a bath in the luxurious bath built by Louis XIV. While taking a bath, she closed her eyes and thought about what Leoncourt said.

France's horse administration weakened with the continuous expansion of cultivated land. In order not to cause additional burdens, the French army did not carry tents because extra horses and carriages were needed to pull tents.

Although France has a lot of arable land, its yield is not high and it is only planted once a year. After the Great Revolution, France distributed land to farmers. This sounds like a good thing, and farmers have their own land.

Although the British enclosure movement was bloody, it realized the realignment of land resources. The adjusted land was re-planned and a rotating farming system was implemented. Four plots of land were used, two for farming, and two for the development of animal husbandry. This not only released the demand for industry

of manpower, and also allowed Britain's poor soil to regain its fertility.

France is different. Each family only has one piece of land, and they don't cultivate it at all, let alone plant it twice a year.

Inefficient production methods need to be improved, but the farmer model Leoncourt mentioned is from the New World and may not be suitable for France. She does not want to become a talker.

Napoleon Bonaparte was a Jacobin. After he took over, he was also pioneering land. He cut down trees so that he could use them to build warships. God knows if he could accept it if he was told to stop pioneering and protect the soil and water.

Land reform must be carried out with caution. If you are not careful, you will become the second Bourbon royal family, but what Leoncourt said does have a certain truth.

The return of the old aristocratic forces to the government is unstoppable. Those conservatives who support the restoration of slavery cannot be allowed to dominate. Wealth does not necessarily need to be obtained through oppression and slavery...

Hearing the sound of running water, she opened her eyes and saw the undressed First Consul sitting next to her. He looked very natural, as if it was not the first time a woman took a bath with him.

"Am I not good enough for you?" he said angrily.

"You said you would sleep in another room before I understood 'honor'." She shook her head helplessly, "You made the rules yourself, and you broke them first."

"Have you ever thought about it?" he continued angrily.

"You are a bastard." Georgiana said coldly, "Pauline is a girl who walked out of the desert on her own and was admired by many soldiers. But you bully her husband, your soldiers, where is your honor?"

He sighed, stopped talking nonsense, and went straight to her.

She didn't refuse, she would have to face it sooner or later anyway, and besides, she wasn't a girl who needed to stay chaste and get married.

After she was done, she slapped him in the face. He seemed to be used to it and was extremely shameless.

He was lying lazily in the bathtub, looking relaxed and talkative. Generally speaking, this would be a suitable time for a pillow breeze.

"You didn't go to see Josephine?"

"Are you jealous?" He lay on his back with his eyes closed, and his tone didn't seem to care at all.

"You said you wanted her to be happy."

"She had a great time at Rambouillet. Can you play poker?" he asked.

"I don't play cards. If I have that time, I'd rather read."

He looked at her strangely.

"Reading is entertainment for me." She frowned. "Don't you think reading is interesting?"

"Reading can give me strength and arm my brain. I think playing cards and entertainment is a little bit normal." He put his big head in her arms and "help me wash my hair."

She felt that this look was very similar to a mother giving her son a bath, but she did it anyway, pouring hot water on her dark chestnut hair, making it look very black.

"What did Leoncourt say to you?" he said lazily.

"He is an agriculturist and wants to join the imperial court." She said simply, "The reform method he mentioned is suitable for the New World. It remains to be investigated whether it will work in France."

"Don't choose your wife from women who are good at flirting, and don't choose your ministers from scientists and smart people." He said angrily, "Do you want to change guardians?"

"My guardian is just a guise. Who can stop you in France?"

"There is one. He is still an Englishman. If Mr. Jenner comes to France again, he will still be my honored guest."

"I think it may be difficult for him to go abroad in the future." She picked up a handful of water and rubbed his hair. "Technology has no borders, and scientists have nationalities."

"What do you want if you don't want me?"

"Let me think about it... did you find the cook I asked you to find?"

He touched her belly and said, "Is there really no hope at all?"

She didn't want to hit him.

"If you doubt your ability in this area, you can try finding another woman. Josephine and I may have no hope."

He looked at her strangely again.

"You are smart, capable, talented, and handsome. I think you are very attractive." She stared into his eyes and said, "I hope you can be more confident."

"A legion of 40,000 people requires 480 vehicles, which can transport 9,120 quintals of grain." He then turned his attention to the side. "50,000 quintals is only enough to feed 200,000 people for twenty days."

"There is no food left at all?"

"If the weather is still that bad next year, you should save more. Your British compatriot wants to buy food from me, and I haven't rejected him yet."

"Why?"

"I need gold." He said bluntly. "It's really hard to make a decision."

"You want me to persuade you?"

"Every time you slap me, it's like it's me who's at fault. You're not wrong at all. Why are you so beautiful?"

She laughed.

"I'm not complimenting you. The more chaste a woman is, the more I want to see her woo me. It's like dyeing the first snow, Paulin can walk across the desert, but she only lasted half an hour in front of me before agreeing.

Yes, I didn't force her at all." He whispered in her ear, "I have always thought that those who use force on women are scum, but I hate those actresses who look down on me. I beat her so many times.

They won the battle and protected this country. What did they do? I only need one order to destroy all their pride. I hate them and humiliate them. They hate me too. I don’t have that bed in the Tuileries Palace.

Any happy memories are only with you..."

"Don't use honorifics, Leon." She interrupted him. "You are an amazing man."

"Every time you hit me, the pain made me know that this was not a dream. I originally thought that a wife was made for her husband, and a husband was made for the country and fame. Please forgive me for my ignorance. What are you doing for this?

Approach me?"

"You still think I'm a spy?"

"What if? You like me?"

"Yes, I may not be able to forgive you for your war crimes. Only God can forgive you, but you are still a good person so far. You have to steer the ship well, captain. The whole French ship depends on you."

"You think I did something wrong?"

"You're going too far by exchanging 'fertilizer' for local gold coins. You should at least send agronomists to guide them on how to improve the soil."

"Okay, you ask Leoncour to come see me tomorrow." He planned to kiss her again.

"Don't choose your wife from women who are good at flirting, and don't choose ministers from scientists and smart people. Do you think I'm good at flirting?" She avoided his bad mouth.

"You think you're not flirting with me?" he asked interestingly.

"When did I flirt with you?" she asked even more confused.

"So what do you look like when you flirt?"

She didn't speak.

"Have you ever flirted with any man besides him?"

She still didn't answer.

"Try it with me." He said with a smile like a smooth-talking liar.

She knew only one move, and she didn't intend to use it on anyone other than Severus.

"Would you like me to teach you how to flirt in France?"

"How many people have transferred with you?"

He looked tired, as if he was no longer in the mood.

"Like this?" She stroked his arm gently.

He stared at her hands.

"Are my arms wood to you?"

She pinched him hard.

"You are a terrible mistress, how about being my wife?"

"If I reject you, will you feel that your self-esteem is hurt?"

"No, I will attack your heart again and again like a cavalry until you agree to me." He said firmly, "It's like the waves washing the rocks into fine sand."
To be continued...