Chapter 1490 The dwarf’s paradise

In fact, it is not difficult to understand the mood of those mill owners. On the 6th of the 10th year of the Republic (April 26), the Senate passed a bill, and the fugitives must return to the country before the 1st of Portugal. For those new rich who want to buy the assets of the former aristocrats

For them, now is the last chance, and of course they hope to buy more.

The Agreement between Church and State was signed on July 14, 1801, and was officially promulgated in April 1802. Napoleon had the "inspiration" in January 1802. The promulgation of this content also depends on the timing. The bill was promulgated in April, and the bill was promulgated in May.

The price of bread has risen sharply. You can use old goods for other supplies, but you can't eat old bread.

It is extremely difficult for small bakeries to survive now. On one side are citizens who want to buy cheap bread, and on the other side are the rising prices of flour. One boss has already planned to sell his bakery to a charity. He only provides manpower, otherwise he will accumulate a mountain of debt.

Carrying it around is really unbearable.

After participating in the military parade, Georgiana returned to the Duke of Burgundy's mansion. Although it was the same place, the feeling was different. She had a large personal entourage, except for Matilda.

There are four chamberlains, three servants who clean the house, two hairdressers, a tailor and a candlelighter. Her job is not to light the candles in the castle, but to preheat the paint for her so that she can

Stamp the document.

In addition to these personal servants, she also had a personal doctor and a nun nurse. They all came from the Versailles Army Hospital, which was Georgiana's former fiefdom. They all found five accounting documents from pawn shops.

With the addition of 100 Mamluk guards, she was almost like a queen. However, these were obtained at the expense of her conscience and soul. She felt that this was a very loss-making deal.

She didn't want this, so even if they saluted her, Georgiana didn't bother to pay attention, and she dragged her tired steps into the tower.

"Good afternoon, ma'am," Jill Goebel said to her as she stood at the door.

"What are you doing here?" Georgiana asked.

"Sending you a letter." Goebel handed a stack of letters to her.

"Give it to the one who lights the candle, I don't want to see it now." Georgiana said tiredly.

"I think there is a letter from someone you should read." Gobert pulled out a letter. "It was written to you by Josephine."

Georgiana stopped walking.

The letter was very plain, with no purple roses or ribbons.

"Do you want to read it yourself or have someone read it to you?" Gobert asked.

Georgiana took the letter over, opened it to herself, and then read as she walked:

I thought I would resent you. Really, I have lost the best of my youth, but you still have it. But later I discovered that, just like you, I was attracted to him because I admired his courage and extensive knowledge. But then I discovered that I was attracted to him because I admired his courage and extensive knowledge.

I am very afraid of his power that tries to conquer everything. He will show a kind of fanatical passion in front of me, which is originally touching, but it is precisely this kind of passion that scares me.

He once declared that the revolution's work of destruction was over and that what mattered now was reconstruction. He would smash everything to dust and then remake it the way he wanted. I'm a Creole and I know that.

Disaster, I am not a woman who knows nothing. Renaultman said that the fate of France was in my hands for a while, I think this is fate, this is it, you let those expeditionary forces retreat to Martinique

, that is my hometown.

I don't have the same ability to predict the future as you do, but I'm willing to help you.

There is one more thing I want to tell you. I did not have an affair with Charles. I just asked him to go to the Parliament to eavesdrop on whether the politicians were going to be disadvantageous to Bonaparte, and then let him enter Malmaison. Renaudman can testify to this.

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If you believe her as I do, Ms. Sèvres, remember not to change your last name. This is a reminder from the prophet. Please remember it.

Georgiana finished reading the letter and looked back at Gobert.

"How did it get into your hands?" asked Georgiana.

"Because I am your housekeeper, madam." Gobert said. "Don't worry, I haven't opened that letter yet."

Georgiana turned her hand, hid the letter behind her back, and then used fire magic to light it.

"Follow me upstairs," Georgiana said, and then went to the study first.

She did not close the study door so that the people working outside could see that the two of them were just talking, and then said in a voice that they could hear, "Do you believe in fate, Gobert?"

"Of course I do," Gobert said.

"What do you think of Santo Domingo?"

"It has nothing to do with me." Gobert said a little frivolously. "I think I will now feel like the 'Friends of Slaves' that slavery is wrong."

"Josephine is a Creole," said Georgiana. "A prophet said that the fate of France lies in her hands."

"so?"

"I believe that the fate of France, Saint-Domingue and the world is in the hands of Toussaint Louverture. He must live and you must try to protect his safety."

"Sounds like an impossible task."

"You can choose not to do it," Georgiana said calmly.

"I like challenges." Gobert sighed. "Do you have a plan?"

"I plan to place Toussaint Louverture in the Hall of Mars in Saint-Luc Palace. There is a reception room there. I will transform it into an apartment and let him and his entourage live there." Georgiana stood.

Get up "Just tell Josephine and she will help me do this."

"You're just going to tell me directly like that?"

"I didn't tell anyone but you, and if the news got out I'd know where it came from," Georgiana said. "Do you know why this expedition turned out like this?"

Gobert said nothing.

"There is also the matter of farming loans. Is anyone still talking about it now?" Georgiana asked again.

"I believe there are bankers who are still interested in this matter," Gobert said.

"We can organize a fundraiser and set up an 'Agricultural Workers' Alliance' organization to assist those farmers who have been bankrupted by war and famine."

"Are you planning a dance?"

"This place is big enough. The most important thing now is to repay the public debt, and the farming loan can be postponed." Georgiana thought as she walked, if those exiles really can't come back, then they can use their

The assets serve as collateral so banks can borrow money.

"Okay." Her new butler said, "Do you need me to tell Gordan?"

"Which Godan?"

"Poitvin." Gobert curled his lips and said.

"Spanish bankers can also participate if they are interested," Georgiana said briskly, "It's rare for them to be so proactive."

"It's really risky for you to do that," Gobert said.

"What do you know about Indian trade?" asked Georgiana.

"Charles Conte is now governor of the trading posts on the Indian coast."

"When did he go?"

"Before the Amiens agreement is concluded."

"That's right, Saint-Domingue and India." Georgiana waved her hands excitedly, "What's the key point that I didn't expect?"

Gobert shook his head, "Should I report to Madame Bonaparte?"

"Go." Georgiana waved her hand, and then fell into deep thought alone.

Some key point was right in front of her, but she just couldn't think of it.

She closed her eyes and thought, and then she fell asleep without realizing it. In her dream, she heard the mermaid singing.

She dreamed of Bonaparte, still wearing his gray frock coat but no cocked hat, and then the dwarf grew several inches taller, as if by magic.

Such a magical place is great news to Chapo, he should go.

Shortness is also relative. Bonaparte's height may be considered tall in some places. For example, on that island, even five feet and nine inches was considered short.

"Do you have extra feathers?" a British businessman suddenly asked her, and Georgiana recognized him at once. He was the man who was looking for quill pens to sign on the docks of Liverpool.

She was frightened awake by him.

It was already dark by this time, and the candle on her table was lit. There was a gold scale ornament on it.

She looked at it and suddenly remembered the Egyptian heart-weighing ceremony. If a person's heart was heavier than a feather, he would be eaten by a monster.

She stared blankly at the light on the scale.

Then she gasped, she thought about it!

"Matilda!" she shouted.

There was no movement for a long time. Just when Georgiana was about to scold the maid, a girl poked her head out. That was her new maid.

"What are your orders, madam?" the chamberlain asked.

"Is the First Consul still in the Tuileries?" asked Georgiana.

"I'll ask immediately." The chamberlain curtsied to Georgiana.

"You ask a Mamluk to go." Georgiana smiled mysteriously at her, "This will have a sense of ceremony."

The waiter looked at her inexplicably.

Georgiana watched her leave.

If he was not in the Tuileries, he was in Malmaison, and she did not mind going to that castle to call him out.

"The future." She murmured in English and lightly touched the scale ornament with her fingertips. It began to sway from side to side, just like a human heart.
Chapter completed!