After this experiment, the days became full and boring again. Joseph basically had only one thing left to do every day, and that was to study the mathematics of the era. This is to avoid bringing out things that are ahead of the times because of the lack of understanding of mathematics in this era, and secondly, to make some preparations for future teaching work.

In the midst of such busyness, winter slowly passed. The past winter was a cold and arid winter, and there was not a single snow for the whole winter. This is not good news for France, as it means that French agriculture may once again face poor harvests in the coming year. Britain across the Channel also had this problem, but because of the loss of North America and India in the Seven Years' War, the French could not rely on colonial supplies to sustain themselves like the British, so the danger of a poor agricultural harvest was obviously greater for them than the danger of a poor harvest for the British.

Joseph, however, did not care much about this, because even if there were such things as skyrocketing food prices, the teachers of the Paris Military Academy would not go hungry. If their family still has some land in Corsica, there will be basically no drought on the Mediterranean side, and they should still be able to produce something, and if they can be shipped over, they may be able to make a small profit. However, from Corsica to Paris, whether by way or by sea, there is a lot of tax to pay. It's really good to pay these honestly, and it's good not to lose money.

"Unless there is a way to smuggle food with warships in the future, otherwise, this money will not be so easy to make. But now, it's still time to stock up on something in advance. Well, I remember that Balzac's old Grandet made his fortune by hoarding. Joseph thought.

However, this is just a matter of thinking, because Joseph has too little money in his hand, some of which he has to send home, and the rest is just enough, even if he wants to play hoarding, he has no money to play.

"Moreover, speculation is risky. Even if you know the general history, the specific operation is still risky. And my risk tolerance is still a little bit worse. So, at present, I really can't do anything, so I can only wait for the death of the salary. ”

This is the sorrow of the poor, for the rich, a failure of speculation, even the loss of a small goal, is just a tuition fee. But for the poor, a failed speculative attempt may require a complete family to ...... According to Christian teachings, suicide cannot be suicidal, and you cannot commit suicide in this life, so you have to find a way to smuggle yourself to the Americas or India. Either they are caught by creditors or the like, and then forced to engage in all kinds of old and illegal businesses to pay off their debts.

In short, in economic activity, the poor always take more risks than the rich, because they have no capital and only one life. And Joseph, in general, is actually a very afraid of death.

"Anyway, there are still a few years before the Revolution, and there is still time to accumulate slowly." Joseph thought.

As soon as winter passed, Joseph's secondary school career was in its final semester. In fact, there are basically no more subjects to attend in this final semester. Those who are ready to continue their studies at university will enter the preparatory department of the Louis the Great. Those who were not ready to continue their studies were all running around Paris to find a job at this time. Only Joseph, who doesn't plan to go to college or look for a job, still comes to school every day and reads in the library.

But he won't be able to stay for a few days. Because the graduation exam was actually passed in the winter. Soon after, Joseph received his diploma from the School of Louis the Great. Then, he can report to the Paris Military Academy.

"Monsieur Bonaparte. Although I already knew from Monsieur Monge and Monsieur Laplace that you were young, I did not expect you to be so young. But now that you've been recommended by Mongeseur and Mr. Laplace, you're no doubt – especially Monge, who thinks you'll be far above him in the future. What you may not know is that we need teachers who can teach drawing geometry these days. At the time of the report, the headmaster, the Count of Dupont, said to Joseph.

"Thank you for your trust." Joseph nodded.

"Young man, strictly speaking, I don't trust you. I just trust Monge. Although this man is a bit brainless, he is indeed a very reliable person. At first, I wanted to get him from the Royal Military Engineering Academy. But he's a brainstorm...... And he didn't like some of the students of the Paris military academy very much...... Well, maybe I should also remind you that our school is different from the Royal Military Engineering Academy, many of our students here are from noble families, and many of them come to study here just because of family traditions...... Well, Monsieur Bonaparte, do you understand what I mean? ”

Joseph, of course, understood what Count Dupont meant, and his brother Napoleon had mentioned more than once that the Paris Military Academy had the best teachers, but had the worst classmates. Those students from aristocratic backgrounds came here purely to gild, and then they could go to the army as officers, and then they could quickly rise through the ranks, either to become generals, or to leave the army and become some other official. The importance of military knowledge taught in school is quite low for these students to achieve their goals in life. To paraphrase logic, it is neither sufficient nor necessary to acquire knowledge. In this case, the actual level of these people can naturally be imagined. But these people just carry it. Jing Shenshen, you can't help but give them a good-looking grade. And mathematics is a very difficult subject, and if you can't, you really can't, and you can't talk about it if you want to talk nonsense. It's a bit ...... to give a high score to a bunch of guys who don't know anything Joseph estimates that the reason why Monge refused to leave the Military Engineering Academy and transferred to the Paris Military Academy may also be a major reason.

"I understand." Joseph said.

"Well, that's good." Count Dupont nodded, but he continued, "But Monsieur Bonaparte, for those noble students, you must not be too indulgent, and you must try to let them learn a little more, or else...... The reputation of the school is also not very good. ”

Joseph also understood the meaning of Count Dupont's words, that is, no matter what, let these noble students learn as much as possible, and not teach them all to be idiots who don't understand anything. Otherwise, it will greatly damage the reputation of the school.

"I'm going to reinforce the teaching of conceptual things." Joseph replied.

The so-called conceptual reinforcement is actually to reduce the number of things in mathematics that need to be quantitatively analyzed as much as possible, and only let those students understand one concept. Anyway, these guys don't necessarily have to go to war, and it's enough for them to be able to talk nonsense in the salon like Minke. And even if you really go to the battlefield, quantitative analysis is done by those staff officers who are not from the nobility.

"Besides, the Great Revolution is not far off, most of these great nobles can't escape the fate of hanging street lamps, and the final imperial war does not need to rely on them. I just need to get the money safely and securely now, and it would be better if I could take advantage of these guys who are destined to flutter in the wind on the street lamp poles, and make a little bit of money. Joseph thought to himself.

"Good." Seeing Joseph's understanding, Count Dupont was also satisfied, "We have prepared a dormitory and an office for you, and in addition, you can advance a month's salary from us, and you will have two sets of uniforms a year...... You can go to Marcel in the logistics office for a while, and he will arrange it for you. ”

"Thank you for your attention." Joseph responded.

Coming out of the headmaster's place, Joseph went to Mr. Marcel, who was in charge of logistics, and spent an afternoon settling himself in. Then it took another night, ready to go, and waited a few days later to teach the students.

……

Napoleon sat in the front row - he was short and could not be seen from the back. There is one more homework on the class schedule this semester, and that is "Geometry of Military Divisions". Napoleon knew that there was something to be kept secret in this course, and all students who studied it had to first swear an oath of secrecy, and the school told them that if they passed on what they learned in this course, they would be court-martial for treason.

Many aristocratic classmates did not think so, but this restriction made Napoleon particularly interested. Napoleon had always been very interested in geometry, and his grades were very good. Coupled with the fact that geometry was extremely important for artillery, he attached great importance to this nature. So he came to the classroom early. After a while, it wasn't until class was about to start that his classmates slowly came into the classroom and found a place to sit down. So the classroom suddenly became lively, and the chaos was like a vegetable market.

At this time, the bell rang for class. Everyone quieted down, after all, this is a new course, and everyone still doesn't know what kind of person the teacher is who teaches academics, so they don't dare to be too presumptuous for the time being.

As soon as the bell rang for class, a young man in a brand-new military uniform strode up to the podium. He placed the handout on the podium, looked around at the students below, and then said, "I am your military geometry teacher, Joseph......"