Chapter 1374 “Potato War”

Napoleoni took Georgiana to a tavern on the rue Saint-Honoré.

It is right opposite the Tuileries Palace, but the regulars in the tavern are the lowest class people. Perhaps because of the large number of people, the tavern still feels very hot even if there is no fire.

Whether it was the clothing and upbringing of the guests, or the sanitation and waiters of the tavern, they were completely incomparable with the cafe just now. Napoleon deliberately walked behind a group of farmers who seemed to be driving livestock to the city, and found a

He sat down in a very inconspicuous corner. In order not to attract attention, he asked the valets to sit down at another table. He shared a table with Georgiana and Ducrot.

Even wearing ordinary clothes, Napoleon looked extraordinary and out of place in this tavern.

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

"You must be the worst spy." Georgiana said to him. "There were several people staring at you as soon as you walked in."

"I thought they were looking at you." Napoleon stared at Georgiana and said with a smile, "Your beauty is so dazzling day or night."

"What do you want to order?" the waiter asked the guests with an impatient look on his face.

"A quart of beer," Diloch said. "And some fried fish."

"I see you are dressed quite luxuriously, so why do you order so much?" the waiter said angrily.

"Any sausages?" Napoleon lit his pipe and asked with a smile.

The waiter looked at him through the smoke for a while, as if trying to figure out who he was.

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

"Duck and potatoes," said the waiter.

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

"That's for pigs to eat," the waiter said firmly.

Georgiana froze on the spot as if she had received a blow.

"Bring us the beer first," said the cold-faced Diloc.

The waiter stared at Diloc for a moment, then walked away.

Not long after, he came over with several beer glasses. There wasn't much foam in them, but they definitely didn't add up to a quart. They were only about two-thirds of a quart.

"How do you know this place?" Georgiana asked Leon after the waiter left.

"On August 10, 1792, I hid here." Napoleon said calmly. "The corpses of Swiss mercenaries piled up in mountains. I looked for a place to hide everywhere, and then ran in here. At that time, there were people similar to them.

Drinking to celebrate."

"This is the place where you take girls on dates?"

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

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

"On June 20 of the same year, I was having dinner with a friend in a restaurant. At that time, I saw a group of sans-culottes go to the Tuileries Palace and push the King to the window facing the garden. Louis XVI was wearing a hat on his head.

Wear a red hat." Napoleon continued, "If you really want to be friendly to the people, you have to come to a place like this."

Georgiana ignored him, she was listening, and the lower class people were singing in accented French:

Winter is coming, the hard days are coming, it’s really a fucking ghost

I can no longer go bare-chested and bare-backed

person in charge, person in charge

They all ran towards the south.

"Are we going south?" Georgiana asked.

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

"Josephine should be the one to attend to that occasion."

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

She was in a very good mood, and it was convenient for her to do things while staying in Paris, so she was not jealous of them going to the south for vacation.

"Do you think it's better to use a shovel or a wheel plow?" she heard the farmer at the next table say.

"The wheel plow is labor-saving, but the clods of soil are not as finely broken as a shovel, and the corners of the fields cannot be plowed at all. The crusted soil has to be turned over three or four times, and it is not as good as a shovel." Another farmer said, "It is always a good intention from the government.

, even if manpower will not be replaced by rakes, the manure produced by those animals will still be useful."

"The county governor is asking us to buy human manure, are you going to buy it?"

"You will only know this if you have used it. Have you ever heard of anyone who has used human manure?"

"Does the First Consul really feel free to let his mistress act like this?"

"It's been so cold this year, and it's snowing heavily in Lyon..."

At this time the waiter came, brought out the potatoes and duck that Georgiana ordered, and placed them on the table.

"Have you ever heard of these when you went to the countryside?" Napoleoni asked.

"How long have I been there?" she said angrily, picking up a potato with a fork and eating it.

"We used to boil wheat in water in Egypt, and the taste was incomparable to bread." Napoliani also picked up a potato with a fork and ate it. "You just heard that potatoes and sweet potatoes are for pigs."

, Prussia is going to send out troops to force farmers to grow potatoes, and rich people have never been interested in this stuff."

"How about we get over the famine next year first and then talk about income?" Georgiana said coldly.

"How did you farm before?"

"The castle has a vegetable field and there are tree farms around it... Am I too idealistic?"

"Do you know what Louis XVI did to promote potato cultivation?" Napoleonio asked.

She shook her head.

"He sent mounted police to guard the potato-growing land on the Sabron plain, but only during the day. At night, they lured people into stealing. This method is much better than the Prussians, and it is also smarter than the method you use.

many."

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

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

"You are right." Georgiana said with a false smile, taking a bite of greasy duck meat.

Napoleon and Duroc both looked at her.

"What?" She looked at the two of them strangely.

"Is this your way of resisting?" Napoleon asked with a smile.

"It's the Scots' way of resisting England." Georgiana said coldly, "Why did you come to me to talk to Shaptard if you can't stop him?"

"He also said that the grass should be grown artificially." Napoleon said coldly, "If it weren't for the loan you gave, the bakers in Paris would not be willing to sell at a price below cost."

"What can I do with that little money?"

"It's not enough, but there are more people who are afraid of death. The Malzelbu you mentioned before has a much better reputation than those nobles. He, his daughter, and grandchildren all went to the guillotine. The Lamoignon family

It has occupied 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 don't need to die. They fought very bravely.

, but Louis XVI did not allow them to shoot, and those mercenaries were killed by the people. Joseph was very kind, and so were you. I know you like those low-level people very much. If these people also participated in the riot, would you dare not

Dare you give the order to fire?"

Georgiana looked around.

When he discussed this topic in a place like this, he wasn't afraid that these low-level people would tear him to pieces?

"Do you know why I built Trajan's Column?"

Georgiana shook her head.

"Trajan believed that people are often willing to follow leaders who are stronger than themselves. Do you think he is right?"

Georgiana thought of another person, Voldemort also thought that because he was powerful, many people would follow him.

"I think it's not the numbers that determine the outcome of a war." Georgiana recalled how the outnumbered Death Eaters fled in a hurry after seeing Harry's "resurrection". "It doesn't matter whether I am strong or not, I just need to let people

When the other side loses confidence, it’s enough for one of us to feel that there is still a chance to win.”

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

"My ideas are still very immature."

"You are a little naive, but you have a positive attitude." Napoleon said, "When the human brain believes that something is impossible, it will come up with all kinds of reasons why it can't be done, but when you believe that something is impossible,

When something can really be done, you will find various ways to do it. You said you don't want to be jealous of other people's women, tell me what you think."

She looked at Diloc, and Diloc looked at her.

"Speak directly," Napoleon said.

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

"Sober people are the most ridiculous." Napoleon sighed. "Men have soft hearts sometimes, but your heart is harder than granite. He is your man. That boy was born to your love rival. How could you not help that boy?"
To be continued...