Chapter 2495

Jan Stein's wife cannot be seen from the portrait, but in fact she was seriously ill and owed a lot of money to a pharmacist for her treatment. One day in 1670, the pharmacist rushed into the In Stein's house, all his paintings were searched and auctioned off to pay off the debt. That's how the very intimate painting about his wife got out.

She was the daughter of a painter who happened to be Steyn's teacher, and she had nothing but her own face and figure, and a happy family.

There was a time when Stein's works were full of sunshine and humor, with pigeons flying from the distant streets, girls teaching cats to dance, people taking chamber music lessons, and doctors, patients, and spectators pulling teeth, but He became discouraged and stopped painting. Originally, he was the son of a beer maker, but he finally returned to his old profession. He often used alcohol to soothe his sorrows. He passed away at the age of 53, leaving more than 400 unsold paintings. Paintings, none of them together can compare with Vermeer's "Girl with a Pearl Earring", which was later invaluable.

The biggest feature of his paintings is chaos, but there is harmony in the chaos. The key is that his paintings are cheap, and many people in his era had them in their homes. Despite the tulip mania and the subsequent Anglo-Dutch war, the life of the Dutch is far from the golden age. They will still put a bouquet of flowers at home, or put a painting to add some color to the gloomy home.

This attitude towards life has created a demand for flowers and paintings, and the flower industry in the Netherlands will be able to start. Just like some people think that buying flowers is useless, it is better to use the money to buy more affordable things, it is the lifestyle and attitude that everyone chooses.

When you choose to look at everything with aesthetic eyes, you feel that the world has become different.

She was lucky today. The dark clouds in the sky seemed to have opened a window, and the sunlight poured down, forming the Tyndall effect. In addition, there was also snow like salt grains, which was cold on the face, but it was not as irritating as Scottish snow. A tingling sensation, she closed her eyes for a moment to feel it.

Religion makes people choose to forgive, and she likes Rembrandt's "The Prodigal Son" very much.

The queen of the night chose revenge, and the flames of revenge made her do very irrational things, including sacrificing her daughter's happiness, making her a murderer with blood on her hands.

Bella is a torturer, and she makes it hard for everyone.

Choosing "forgiveness" will certainly be painful for a while, but everyone will feel better, but this "virtue" is very bitter, not as sweet as "revenge".

For nobles, honor is their life. In order to protect themselves or their families and other reasons, they will invite duels, which has caused many unnecessary deaths that are considered stupid.

This is where honor and religion contradict each other mentioned in The Fable of the Bees. Some people tell you that you use patience to resist harm. Some people will tell you that if you don’t hate those who hurt you, you will There are no rules of survival.

Religion calls to throw all revenge to God, but honor requires you not to use other people's hands to complete the revenge plan, and the only thing you can rely on is yourself.

It's a pity that she doesn't believe in gods. In addition to reducing the number of warships, Napoleon also implemented tobacco monopoly and salt tax. These two sums of money plus the reduction of expenses will also have a pension.

However, tobacco is not as necessary to the French as tea is to the British. It is acceptable to smoke less, or use other things instead. Although tobacco taxes are high, the total amount is not much.

Why do British people love tea so much? To change the question, why do the French love coffee so much? Why can't we stop drinking coffee and drink tea instead?

Habit is a terrible thing. Whether the French use metric units for bridges or buildings, British steel companies use imperial units. There is no need for so many guns in peace. Military industry is transferred to civilian use. In order to meet customer order needs, they have to use metric units. During wartime, civilian use is transferred to military industry.

This is an invisible war that takes place in people's brains. If the priests were so "magnificent and upright", there would not be so many people who oppose them and want to get rid of their thought control.

But she is also alone, looking at this snow-covered world, she thinks it is clean, but she doesn't feel lonely

When she came to this place, she lost something and learned something at the same time. When the wine bottle was opened, she had to drink up even the bitter wine.

Fortunately, she didn't open that bottle of wine in another world.

So she insisted not to drink this glass of bitter wine until Puyue, and she would either die drunk or leave the wine table.

For no other reason, she is really too strong to drink. If one day she falls drunk on the street like Hepburn in "Roman Holiday", she probably won't be able to wait for the "Knight" to save her.

Then she remembered the first time she had moved out from St. Luke's Palace to the Grand Trianon Palace. At that time, she also saw people lined up at the door to welcome her.

Before that she had fallen asleep on a bench in Luxembourg and was taken back to her suite at St. Luke's Palace when he looked...

"Georgiana!"

She was taken aback and turned to look at the person who called herself.

It was a middle-aged, fat, half-blind Rutger.

"What's wrong?"

"Standing like this, isn't it cold?" Rutger asked.

"Is it that cold? It's much colder in Scotland." She smiled, and then she pulled back her smile. "The other day we were at your friend's estate..."

"Those people were housed," Rutger said. "Not in prison, but in a monastery, after all they were promised a merry Christmas."

Georgiana remembered how those people resisted before, even if it was a simple "house" built of wood, they would protect it, because they were worried that they had really listened to the officials and went to Christmas, and when they came back, everything would be bulldozed, and then That area is about to become a high-end residential area.

"Everyone should have a home," Georgiana said. "Would you let them build their own house next spring?"

"I think it's up to the Belgian parliament to decide. Speaking of houses, what do you think of this place?"

Rutger waved behind him, and the young man who carried his briefcase ran over and handed him a map.

"Look here." Rutger pointed to a location on the map.

Georgiana made a distinction, and found that what Rutger was holding was not a map of Brussels, but a map of Paris. The place he pointed to was called Bagatelle, on the edge of the Bois de Boulogne, near the Seine River.

"What's wrong with this place?" she asked.

"I heard you're looking for a place to live..."

Georgiana pouted.

"This place formerly belonged to Marie Antoinette..."

"You're looking more and more like a real estate agent." She complained. "I'm looking for an apartment or something. The place you're referring to is the palace."

"This place is big enough, and I think the Paris Agricultural Association can also have a fixed office." Rutger said, "It is far from Paris, and the damage is not serious."

Georgiana glanced at the map again. If a pier could be repaired, she could run along the waterway and along the Seine to the mouth of the sea when she wanted to run, and then she could take a boat to wherever she wanted to go.

The boat can be used as her "secret room" to put some property in it. There is no need to secretly transfer jewelry like Marie Antoinette, as long as people can escape.

And then she thought, hey, she could have a storage ring, because she's a wizard, and Scamander puts so many fantastic animals in the suitcase.

Then she glanced at Rutger. "How much will it cost me?"

Satisfied, Rutger put away the map.

"Isn't there a furniture fair in Sevres? My wife doesn't understand why you have to bleach and re-dyed those outdated silks when you move the furniture over here."

"Your wife... oh." Georgiana suddenly understood, if the cost of bleaching those outdated patterns of silk is higher than re-weaving new ones, why do you do it?

As for the silk with outdated patterns, although it is expensive, it is also thrown away, and no one will wear it, let alone Paris, and even ordinary country girls will be laughed at for wearing it.

Pure white is the cheapest, and it saves such a process as dyeing, how happy the cotton merchants are.

"When she was in Paris, she was very interested in fashion. I prefer to look up to the Enlightenment thinkers. I like Montesquieu's saying that taxation is to protect another part of property..."

"I don't think anyone thinks paying taxes is a good thing." Georgiana said with a smile. "There were people protesting at the Opera House yesterday because of the beer tax."

"Think about those public facilities, none of which cost money..."

Georgiana thought of the seawall in Amsterdam. William III, who was only in his 20s, ordered it to be dug up to stop the British and French coalition forces. Is such a king in England still the one who "has only legislative power but no executive power"?

The Netherlands undoubtedly has unwavering courage, the question is whether they need a king.

Peacetime is not the same as a state of war, and if Siyes's constitution is no gimmick, she appreciates his division of governing power into wartime and peacetime. It's a pity that Napoleon saw through his trick and was unwilling to be a "fat pig", so the constitution was invalidated.

"Jianai" can also be divided into peacetime and wartime. Unfortunately, she is not the kind of person who thinks she loves to solve all social conflicts.

It’s just that this is not the Middle Ages, nor is it the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period. People in the past always lived in a world where the rulers used torture, churches, and rituals to declare the subject of power in order to establish their authority. Among them.

"Incorruptible" Robespierre, she heard a lot of negative rumors about him, but are those rumors true?

Rumors are true of wise men, she ended up where she is now because she followed others and made a wrong judgment, who made her like "people who are devoted to love".

She is the kind of person who bets on a "must win" game, whether it's the South Sea bubble or the tulip mania, investors think they can make money, but they don't see or ignore the risks.

She lost, and the important thing is to start over. Perhaps, she does not lack the courage of Theodora's "purple robe is the most beautiful shroud", but sometimes it takes more courage to live than to die.

Josephine has experienced such troubled times, and it is not easy to bring up two children. Even if she did something wrong, it is not an excuse for a woman like Georgiana to take advantage of it.

Damn you, Georgiana, you never existed.

In this dream, many of your suppressed emotions are fulfilled, and you finally don't have to live in Lily's shadow.

The "existing" can't win the "unprecedented", she herself is like this, so why force others.

After walking for a while, they started to walk back, and when they reached the door of the hotel, a "wonderful" scene appeared.

She thought it was funny and couldn't help laughing, and the young man behind them said something in Rutger's ear, his face first surprised, then deadpan.

"You took me out for a walk to get me away?" Georgiana asked Rutger.

"Of course not!" he said angrily, "I like the fresh air in the morning."

Giorgina shook her head at him, turned, and walked towards the flustered Mademoiselle Campini.

Yesterday she was so angry that she chose this hotel, which happened to be where Miss Campini was staying.

Now she was sober, or did she think she was sober?