Chapter 2023 Naughty Wind (1)

"Don't worry, I definitely don't use child labor here."

Early the next morning, Georgiana was taken to visit the local textile factory in Le Treport. Although she suspected it was arranged in advance, she did not see any minors at the scene.

In fact, even Soho, which bans child labor, inevitably has apprentices, but Bolton stipulates that they are only allowed to work for 10 hours, and the air is circulated, so there are no clouds of cotton wadding floating in the air.

The world needs love and faith.

Even though she knew it was fake, Georgiana still smiled at the factory owner, and then he was "petrified" as if under some kind of spell.

"Satisfied?" asked Bonaparte.

She nodded, then took his arm and left the factory.

The Imperial Era was also known as the Thin Clothes Era. It was popular for women to wear loose dresses made of "white fine cotton", which required British high-count yarn to be woven.

Thin clothing was not suitable for the cold climate of the Little Ice Age, which caused many people to suffer from respiratory problems, such as influenza, tuberculosis and other diseases. In addition to those children suffering from fever, it seemed that people were coughing everywhere.

In order to prevent themselves from freezing and catching a cold, people often wear coats, cloaks, etc. There is generally no fixed standard for the length of skirts, but the designer who made the clothes for Georgiana followed the popular styles in Paris, and the length was just long enough for her to carry.

, maintaining an elegant posture, except that she is not wearing muslin, but Persian white satin, with patterns embroidered with silver thread, low-key and luxurious.

There was such a big drama yesterday, and she couldn't deny him face today. Although they all put on "casual clothes" and took a walk on the beach, many people still recognized the First Consul, Le Tréport, at a glance.

It is a tourist attraction, and many Parisians come here to "breathe fresh air." He greeted the other party politely, and after the other party also said hello, they continued walking on the beach with their female companions.

At this moment, a soft ringing of bells came from the church in the distance. She subconsciously raised her head and looked over. Was the bell ringing for them?

"Country people are very superstitious. They believe in Roman witches and Gaulish witches." He suddenly said at this time, "Controlled superstition is allowed."

"Do you think I would promote superstition?" Georgiana asked in disbelief.

He stared at her without answering.

"I won't do that, Leon, ruling with witchcraft is extremely ridiculous." Georgiana said with a smile, "And I won't go around spreading propaganda to make people believe that there is really magic in this world."

He laughed, "A great country should not be made up of immature thoughts and ideologies. Here I prefer to call them souls. If a person's body is mature, but their soul is still immature..."

"The strength of a country is determined by the intelligence of the people." Georgiana interrupted him, "But intelligence and physical strength require time to be exercised. I don't think even a wizard can make a person spend most of his time exercising."

After working, I still have time to squeeze in study.”

"The real conquest, the only conquest that is not regrettable, is the conquest of ignorance." Napoleon said.

"I should find a notebook and write it down. Maybe it will become a famous aphorism in the future," Georgiana said.

"You also said a famous saying, 'The world does not lack people who want to be leaders, but it lacks people who support them.' How did you come up with this?" Bonaparte asked.

Georgiana looked across the sea, which should be in the direction of England. At this time, many people should have decided to immigrate to the New World by boat because they couldn't stand the suffocating air and the red tape of touching the brim of their hat when talking to "upper class people".

Let’s pursue freedom.

It won't be long before Malthus's theory of population will be shelved due to the shortage of labor in England. At that time, no one will say that there are not enough means of production.

"This is what I understand when I read Hobbes' Leviathan." Georgiana pursed her lips and said, "Only those who agree with the law will not make people feel unfair."

"You must know that it is not so easy to restore indirect taxes. It will bring serious opposition. In 1790, indirect taxes were even abolished by legislation." Bonaparte said, "A good indirect tax should make the smallest taxpayers feel that they are themselves."

Instead of being forced to blackmail or defrauded, cider, wine, and beer will all be taxed in the future. You should think about what good things the cider is going to be used for." Bonaparte said.

She looked at him strangely.

"What?" he asked strangely.

"Cunning." She looked at him and shook her head. "You actually use women and children as an excuse to tax."

He shrugged ruthlessly, "I heard that the British use the leftover hops from brewing to feed their livestock. Is that the secret to British cattle growing particularly strong?"

"I can experiment." She said cautiously, "Besides, I think wastewater should be treated before being discharged."

“Beer creates wastewater?”

"No, it's the wastewater from industrial alkali and beet sugar production." Georgiana said, "I heard about a chemist, and I want to find him to continue serving. However, he once served the Duke of Orleans."

"As long as he is willing to be loyal to the Republic, I can pardon him." Bonaparte said calmly, "The French have given me the power of amnesty."

Georgiana remained silent because this power was approved by a referendum, although the 1802 constitution did not include the provision that Napoleon would be in power for life.

Some people and things are unforgivable, but the people gave Napoleon the power to grant amnesty, so he could grant amnesty. Even if some people were dissatisfied, they could only tolerate it. It was this that led a large number of exiles to return home.

"In France, details matter, and sometimes sanity becomes worthless." He looked at her and said, "Have you regained your sanity?"

"Oh!" she cried in annoyance, but Bonaparte laughed.

"I don't think the French love freedom and equality. They only have one emotion, honor, and titles."

"It's the same with the British. Did you know that Wedgwood has a showroom in London?" Georgiana said. "His second son is in charge of reception. He's also fed up with the arrogance of people who come into the store. He feels that

You are equal to everyone."

Bonaparte said nothing.

"The arrogant attitude of those people made the young master feel that it was beneath his status to continue to serve as a receptionist in the exhibition hall. Later, he married the daughter of a noble family."

"What about you? Which nobleman's daughter are you?" Bonaparte asked.

"I'm not a noble." Georgiana asked.

He stopped and took her hands.

"Only commoners will learn aristocratic etiquette, while nobles constantly want to break away from them and gain freedom."

"I don't think there are nobles who abide by etiquette and rules."

"I'm talking about the British aristocracy. Do you know that women on the other side of the Thames are now wearing men's clothing?"

Georgiana was stunned for a moment.

"You have brought a fashion, Georgiana." Bonaparte said with a smile. "It seems we are going to share a wardrobe."

She felt like she was about to be struck by lightning.

"Do you have anything to give me?" Bonaparte asked. "Josephine gave me the red parade uniform."

She looked at the black scarf around his neck and felt that it could be changed to another color. No one in the world was more suitable for Tyrian purple than Napoleon.

But that purple scarf always reminded her of another person. She also gave Severus a purple silk tie, which was hidden under his monotonous black coat and could occasionally be seen.

"Why do you want it from me?" she asked with a smile.

"My birthday is coming soon." He asked directly, "What gift do you want to give me?"

"Porcelain," she said firmly.

He had an unpredictable expression.

"Don't you know that Wedgwood is occupying the porcelain market of the upper class in Europe?" She said very philistinely, "I will also give it to other royal families on their birthdays, and by the way, it will advertise Sèvres porcelain."

He shook his head.

"What do you want?" she asked again. She guessed that he wouldn't want a chamber pot as a gift.

Bonaparte had his hands behind his back, looking like a meditator.

Georgiana shrugged and continued walking holding his hand.

The waves, the waves, kissed the hard rock on the shore layer after layer, until they washed it into fine sand.

Perhaps only a person with such a firm will would be so stubborn in wanting to conquer her. Normal people would have changed to something more relaxed long ago.
Chapter completed!