Chapter 3288 Orchard Dream (6)

When Georgiana returned to the big greenhouse, Polina was already here. She was indeed wearing the purple gauze dress, but she paired it with a nice hat, which looked full of pastoral style.

Augereau was walking with her, probably because it had been too long since she had been out. Her lively nature came out, and Augereau smiled happily, even though Polina was not wearing that luxurious necklace.

That necklace has many gemstones and is suitable for dinners and dances. Both Bougainville and Humboldt said that in Brazil, except for diamonds, all gemstones can be bought and sold freely and are not considered smuggled because they belong to the mine owners.

Anything becomes worthless if there is too much of it, whether it is Spanish silver coins, opals, or even the peridot she wears. There is also a green beach in French Guiana where all the peridots are washed up by the sea.

The poem on the flyer also reads: I will crush your fragile scepter and let fate surrender at my feet.

Maybe the Italians don't care about "betrayal". The French thieves are "covered in royal blood" and so on. There is no king in Italy, so what does it have to do with them?

What the British wanted was India. They had just occupied the land of Mysore Sudan and there was no stability in anything. How could they spare their troops to conquer Egypt or establish a coffee monopoly at this time.

But Holm Popham is different. If things come to pass, he will naturally be rich and live a luxurious life in Madrid like Gabriel Uffral. What he does is transport Piast for the King of Spain. Silver coin business.

To hang out with Uffral, you need money. Sure enough, Gordan Poitevin still did smuggling, but he was not in Frankfurt. After the goods shipped from the UK to Antwerp are unloaded, they are sent to the other side of the river and labeled with the individual production areas. When they are shipped over, they do not need to be charged such high tariffs.

Georgiana didn't receive a penny, even though everyone in the Anti-Smuggling Bureau thought she had huge wealth and was pretending to be noble.

It was written in The Wealth of Nations that Britain imported wine and gold from Portugal, and Portugal was also the dumping ground for British woolen textiles. This treaty was regarded as a masterpiece of British commercial policy, and the 1787 treaty now has The name is called "Treaty of Eden", taken from the Garden of Eden.

According to the additional terms of the Methuen Treaty, Britain should also meet one-third of the tariff on Portuguese wine. Otherwise, the Portuguese king could ban the import of British cloth and other woolen products.

If the King of Portugal really does that, then they may really not be able to stay in Europe. After the Orange War, Portugal signed the Peace Treaty of Badajoz with Spain and France, which not only ceded Olivasa to Spain, but also gave the territory on the left bank of the Yana River in America to France.

According to the Papal Meridian, this ceded land is located in Brazil, not on the Pacific side, and is almost connected to French Guiana.

The trade route from this place passed through the island of Madeira, which in turn was occupied by the British, an island very close to Morocco.

But... Georgiana looked at the linen spread on the buffet table. It looked like it was from Ireland.

She thought of the Irish farmers who were so poor that they only had pig manure and potatoes, and the Act of Union signed by William Pitt, who had been criticized for his opposition to the Louisiana Purchase. Addington was an industrialist. Angle supports the land purchase case.

Malta was initially unwilling to be "ceded" by Britain, so Addington signed the treaty, hoping to reach peace as soon as possible.

He had a house near Richmond Park, which was given to him by George III. Not long ago a member of the House of Commons mocked Addington for living in the Villa Medici.

The Villa Medici is where Galileo Galilei lived in Rome…

Padma did not know about the conversation between Addington and the president of Barings Bank in Richmond Park, but the other client, who was engaged in the loan sharking business and married two sisters, did. Unfortunately, Georgiana's memory was not good. Okay, forget his name.

If he was convicted of murder, it would definitely be hanging. Who would have thought that ghosts could also testify.

She wished Padma good luck, and for a Gryffindor, nothing was more important than good luck at the moment.

At this time, Georgiana suddenly had an idea, what if the United States discovered a gold mine at this time?

But this idea quickly disappeared. Without the westward movement, where would the gold mines come from?

Soon she discovered that nothing happened here without her. She left the greenhouse amidst the melodious sound of the flute and met Polina at the door. She was actually alone.

"Did I drink the Felixir?" She sighed and immediately walked towards Polina.

Polina was checking her makeup in a small mirror and probably saw Georgiana coming through the mirror, and she looked back at Georgiana.

"Let's talk somewhere else. It's quite cold outside," Georgiana said.

"You call this a party?" Polina complained and walked away minding her own business.

They went to the greenhouse full of Phalaenopsis. Instead of sitting at the small table under the birdcage, Polina took off her shoes and put her feet in the water.

"Never mind it." Georgiana followed suit, took off her shoes, and sat down side by side with Polina.

"I know what you are going to say." Polina said before Georgiana could say anything. "I will go to Milan."

"How did you know?"

"Do you know how big the battle was last night?" Polina asked.

She estimated that the whole city would not be under martial law like the last time Massena was in Paris.

"Just three thieves," Georgiana said lightly.

"No!" Polina said immediately, "They were instigated by someone."

"Who?" she asked casually.

"Pishgru," said Polina.

Georgiana sneered.

"He was expelled from England, did you know?" Paulina asked. "He thinks it was you."

This time Georgiana couldn't argue.

"Instead of running to the end of the world, he came to Paris to seek revenge on me?" Georgiana asked.

"He ran east. Where do you think he went?" Polina asked.

Georgiana couldn't imagine it.

"Naples gave Malta to the Tsar," said Polina in a low voice.

Georgiana was struck by lightning.

"Wow!"

There was a loud roar from behind.

She jumped up in fright and turned to look at the culprit, who was looking at her as if he had succeeded in his mischief.

"You..." She was trembling with anger, picked up something and threw it at him, but he quickly dodged it.

Georgiana remembered that there was a sculpture in the Wellington Museum. The man had the face of Napoleon, but was tall and well-proportioned like Apollo, but he was holding a golden apple in his hand.

Don't just accept anything Prince Paris gives you, even if it's an apple.

"Oh, you bad thing," Georgiana wailed.

"Don't you like me like this?" He said with a smile, but it didn't sound like he was joking.

If he could keep doing this, he might as well be a prisoner. Anyway, the volcano erupted in 1816, and another "year without summer" was coming.

Famine was really hard and she didn't want to go through it again.

She threw herself into the arms of a man many years younger than her and cried sadly.

"Why are you crying?" He seemed to be comforting her, but he lifted her chin up as if appreciating a work of art.

"I'm scared," she sobbed.

"You don't want to go to Milan?" he asked calmly.

"I'm not afraid of this."

"Then what are you afraid of?"

She looked into his eyes.