Chapter 2441 "Sheep" and "Wolf" (2)

After the public land in France was redistributed in 1789, there was a baby boom. Even farm laborers obtained land, which improved their originally too miserable life. And because there were no more lords and nobles, there were no land annexers.

People yearn for a happy and comfortable life.

At the same time, some small farmers and day laborers have left the countryside and migrated to cities. This is not only because of the attraction of urban wages, positions and new lifestyles, but also because the old system that firmly locked serfs in the past has disintegrated. Some areas will stipulate that,

If the children of serfs want to inherit their parents' things, they must stay at home. If they do not follow this rule, everything of their parents will be taken away by the lord.

Cities, especially cities like Paris, attract many people. This may be the reason why Jeanne did not choose to leave after committing the fraud, but continued to stay in Paris until the paper could no longer contain the fire.

Except for Paris, everything else is in the countryside. How could she adapt to the life in Versailles?

After changing her clothes, Georgiana calmed down a little. Human memory is very imperfect, and it is easy to be forgotten and misinterpreted. That's why props like a pensieve are needed, so that you can see it with your own eyes just like watching a surveillance video.

Witnessed what happened when the crime occurred.

Rumors are uncontrollable. Although they are not necessarily all false, it cannot be ruled out that they are deliberately done by someone. For example, after the necklace incident, there was another rumor on the market that Queen Marie and Jeanne conspired to defraud.

The money of the Archbishop of Rohan.

When everyone is spreading rumors, some people will take the rumors as true and even change their confessions without thinking to make them consistent with the rumors. The Gong Street detective not only has to be diligent, but also competes for time, and must be in front of the rumors.

Before it spread, confessions were collected from many sources and then intersected.

Perhaps hearing Georgiana's footsteps, Langhenhofen, who was waiting in the lobby on the first floor, turned his head and looked at Georgiana on the stairs with a little surprise.

She knew that this outfit would surprise him, and he probably wouldn't see it in Brussels, or even in other countries. The men's clothes she brought had been modified by Bertin and the golden scissors tailor she found, and they already looked unisex.

She was wearing the amethyst lotus brooch she had just bought. Unfortunately, she was not tall, but she did not intend to wear high heels, but instead wore boots that were more convenient for walking on muddy ground.

"I'm sorry for calling you so late, Congressman." She said in a pretentious manner, walking down the stairs. "Is it safe on the way here?"

"It doesn't matter." Langhenhofen said calmly, "I believe no robber would dare to attack the police."

"You can just send the police chief, why bother coming in person."

"Actually, I have something else to discuss with you." Langhenhofen picked up his briefcase. "Let the police handle the police's work."

"Matilda!" she shouted.

"Yes, ma'am!" Matilda responded upstairs.

"Go make a pot of tea and bring it to the living room."

Then she went with Langhenhofen to the place where he had received his wife just that morning.

Soon after they sat down, the Duchess of Rushfoucauld personally brought them steaming tea with her maid. Langhenhofen took out a silver flask from his coat pocket and poured a little brandy into the tea.

, drank it while it was hot.

"Put more wood in the stove," said Georgiana to the Duchess of Rushfoucauld.

"Yes, ma'am."

It was Alice's mother who answered, but it was the maid who came in with her who was doing the work. After the fire in the fireplace burned brightly, the servants all left, leaving only the former Duchess standing in the corner.

Langhenhofen glanced at the Duchess of Rushfoucauld.

"Just say it." Georgiana said calmly.

"We have come up with a plan for the maintenance of Brussels Avenue." Langhenhoven took out a stack of paper from his briefcase. "We can allocate funds from postal expenses."

"I don't think it's worth your while," said Georgiana.

"This is a way our agronomists have come up with. We can change the pigs from free-range to captive, and use the sugar beet residue from the sugar mill as pig feed. The detailed plan is in the report, but this involves a problem

." Langhenhofen paused. "We need agricultural protection tariffs."

Georgiana looked at Langhenhofen without touching the document.

"Not for France, but for the Netherlands, especially meat, and I think you also know how much cheaper beef is than pork."

"If you export pork to France, you will know that soon the price of pork will rise again because the supply exceeds demand," Georgiana said.

"Pigs are not like cows and sheep. They only give birth to one at a time. Moreover, they eat everything. They can stay in the pig pen all the time without grazing in the pasture. Have you ever been to St. Giles Parish?"

"What?" said Georgiana.

"I guess you haven't been there either, even though you are British." Langhenhofen said, "That's where the lowest-class Irish people in London live. They are engaged in a variety of professions, and many of them are engaged in boxing and fighting.

It can attract a lot of gamblers, and they also raise pigs where they live, usually in the backyard, sometimes downstairs, and a large family lives in a single room, which is supported by dirty wood."

Georgiana had nothing to say.

"They took any job, so Londoners felt that the Irish had taken their jobs. There was an open space there, which was usually used for fighting. The Irish and English often fought there, and the police were often called upon to organize it. I didn't

I don’t want Belgium to become like this.”

"You don't welcome the Irish?" asked Georgiana.

"That was to be expected, ma'am. I served as a lawyer for the Brabantine rebels, but I also know how desperate they were to get home."

"What do you want to say?" she asked patiently.

"Don't think of us as a colony." Langhenhofen said, "or please return judicial power to us."

"Do you think I can make the decision in this matter?" Georgiana asked in surprise.

"You signed that document..."

"I don't want to sign!" she shouted angrily, "I don't know how angry he will be, but how do you say, 'Let these people pay the price with their lives to make bad people change their ways, not to entertain the public'? You

Do you think I am that kind of person?"

Langhenhofen sighed.

"Then why did you sign it?"

Georgiana made no answer.

"I heard that you passed through the town of St. Nicholas and the people there welcomed you. Why?" Langhenhofen asked.

"I need time to think," said Georgiana.

"This is our condition. If we can agree to it, it is not impossible to implement the beet sugar factory." Langhenhoven said, "Both the poor and the rich must satisfy their appetites, even if it is alcohol or sugar that is harmful to the body."

It’s no good.”

"You sound like a doctor."

"I am a doctor."

"Where is your brother? Why doesn't he go out to practice medicine?"

Langhenhofen did not answer.

"I should take him to those parties less often." Henry said regretfully, "because he takes mysticism seriously."
Chapter completed!