After a waltz, everyone's feeling is still unfinished, especially the Frederick children, Joey, Princess Victoria, and even more so William.

William had already pulled Princess Elizabeth to dance three dances, his young face was congested with excitement, and he looked more and more peachy, and his legs were even tighter with excitement, and he couldn't even touch his heels, giving people the feeling that if he hadn't been holding Princess Elizabeth in his right hand, William would have been ready to catapult himself out at any time.

Princess Elisabeth of Hesse, dressed today by Princess Eugenie, was very popular in the Romantic period pink low-cut silk night dress, with some embellishments on the chest and skirt, made of red taffeta silk roses, this classic dress makes Princess Elizabeth look unusually shy and lovely.

Princess Victoria, who usually looks average, is also refreshing today, wearing a sky-blue one-piece Bloom coat, which is more commonly known as the princess dress. With a white ribbon and half-open roses on her dress, a blue and white turban, and her cheeks, which are sometimes flushed, Princess Victoria is particularly beautiful tonight.

His male companion was a tall man, as for whether he was handsome or not, Joey didn't see it clearly, and the only impression was that he was young and had a big beard.

The above are Joey's comments after meeting his brother and sister on the dance floor after the waltz.

After two dances, Joey and Mary felt a little hungry again. In the cafeteria, Joey is naturally the thick-skinned and cheeky food porter again, but this time he only chose some things that both of them love to eat, of course, in the eyes of outsiders, there are actually a lot of things that both of them love to eat.

Mary separated a pie with a knife and spoon, and after elegantly bringing a small piece of pie to her mouth, she frowned and spoke with some confusion, "Pumpkin taste, is this pumpkin pie?" ”

"Pumpkin pie? No, Germans like apple pie, how can there be pumpkin pie? Joey was a little puzzled, and then took a piece with his hand, ignoring the hot filling in the pie, and took a hard bite, "Hey, it's really pumpkin filling?!" ”

"Joey, you eat pie with your hands?"

"Hey, it's also a pleasure to eat with your hands." Joey smiled and winked at Mary.

"Oh, so on the Hogwarts Express, Harry Potter eats pumpkin pie like this?" Mary asked quietly.

Ahem, Joey felt that he was being caught by the sweet pumpkin filling, Joey looked around weakly, and then asked Mary in a whisper, "Mary, what express train did you say, did I hear the name of an Englishman just now?" ”

"Hogwarts Express and Harry Potter." Mary stared at Joey with big lake-blue eyes, and read word by word.

Joey swallowed hard and asked carefully, "Mary, where did you hear that?" ”

"Oh, Joey, you're admitting in disguise, you wrote this story."

Joey looked at Mary with a cloudy face, his heart was crossed, his face couldn't be thicker anyway, he nodded and said, "I'm just the porter of this story, such a good story can only be the work of God." ”

"Hmph, so you're still a god?" Mary said unhappily.

"How can I be, I can't seal a god, I'm a god servant at most." Joey smiled cheekily.

Mary gracefully put a piece of pumpkin pie in her mouth, bent her eyes and smiled at Joey, "So, please tell me about this god's creation, starting with the Sorting Hat." ”

A girl who can laugh can't refuse, and a girl who can smile and be beautiful can't refuse.

Crown Prince Frederick and his wife had just finished waltzing, and on their way to the rest area, they were politely stopped by a nobleman familiar to the Hohenzollern family, who wanted to have a private chat with His Royal Highness the Crown Prince.

After bidding farewell to the crown princess, the crown prince was ushered into a nearby wall hall and found more German nobles waiting for him.

These nobles included Count Grande Junker Ewald von Kleist from Pomerania, Baron Junkerst von Meyer from Saxony, Baron Friedrich von Auerbach from Bavaria, and Junker nobles from the agricultural regions of Hanover, Brandenburg, Thuringia and Posen, lands that the crown prince had seen or had not seen before.

After a greeting of greetings among the nobles, Baron Junkmeier from Saxony spoke first, "Your Royal Highness, you should have noticed that all of you here are German landed nobles. Our ancestors have been staunch supporters of Prussia since the Thirty Years' War, and we have always fed and supplied Prussia's monarchs and armies. We are very pleased to hear that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is about to become Minister of Economy, who is in charge of all economic affairs of the Empire, and would like to extend a warm welcome to His Royal Highness. ”

A round of applause rang out.

"Hehe, thank you for your support, and on behalf of my father and me, thank you for your long-standing contribution to Germany." Crown Prince Frederick greeted everyone with a smile.

"Your Royal Highness, before you become Minister of Economy, I think you need to know about the current state of the German economy, so let me tell you about it first." Ernst von Mayer stood up and said, "The Junkers of German land are facing a great crisis and have reached the most dangerous juncture. ”

"Oh, so serious, dear Baron Mayer, please tell me about it." The crown prince said with a straight face.

"His Royal Highness, now Germany is running out of food, and the Germans are running out of food!" Baron Friedrich von Auerbach from Bavaria interjected with an anxious look on his face.

"Dear Baron Auerbach, although I have not held the official position of the Reich for eight years, it does not mean that I do not understand the current situation in Germany, which has not suffered any natural disasters since 1860, why is it that Germany is running out of grain, and the Germans cannot eat?" The crown prince looked at Baron Auerbach coldly.

"His Royal Highness, Baron Auerbach means that now Germany is surrounded by cheap grain from foreign countries, and the Germans are running out of food!" Baron Meyer hastened to explain, "These cheap grains from Russia, the United States, India and Argentina have made the price of German grain fall to an unacceptable level, and the imported grain is simply a disaster for Germany, and if the price of German grain is not protected by raising tariffs, the German peasants will not have the incentive to produce grain, and then the Germans will not be able to eat Germany's own grain." Baron Meyer replied, glaring at his pig teammate.

"Well, Baron Meyer's meaning, if I'm not mistaken, is that on the one hand, the low price of grain in Germany has hurt the German peasants, and on the other hand, that the Germans can no longer eat their own grain?" The crown prince inquired about Baron Meyer with his eyes, and after receiving an affirmative answer, continued, "Baron Auerbach, I have the impression that your family in Nuremberg has been exporting oats to England, and is it still in this business?" ”

"Your Royal Highness, Your Royal Highness, since 75 years, the British have not wanted my oat products." Baron Auerbach replied with some disappointment.

"Baron Auerbach, why is that? I remember that your oat products were the best in Germany, is there something wrong now? The crown prince asked.

"Your Royal Highness, Your Royal Highness, because the British oat market has been monopolized by cheaper American oats and Indian oats, and my oat prices cannot compete with them." Baron Auerbach said helplessly, "In addition, I am an honest farmer, and I must admit that the quality of American oats and Indian oats is no worse than mine." ”

The crown prince nodded and continued to ask, "It seems that it is mainly due to the price?" Speaking of prices, Baron Auerbach, 75 years ago, how much did you export oats to England? Did you make money at that time, and did your life get better? ”

"Your Royal Highness, 75 years ago, my oats were the favourite product of the British, and in the days before 75 years, the price of my oats per metric ton was 8 pounds 3 shillings, and that was the best moment I can remember." Baron Auerbach reminisced happily about the bygone days.

"That's about the level of 166 marks a metric ton of oats, right?" The crown prince asked?

"Yes, almost. Your Royal Highness, your calculations are good. Baron Auerbach complimented without thinking.

"Hehe, Duke Auerbach, please help me see if the number I'm going to talk about next is correct." The crown prince smiled and said to Baron Auerbach, who was smiling, "I have the impression that the price of a metric ton of oats on the German market this year is 164 marks, and you. The crown prince looked around at all the Junker nobles present and said, "And the Iron Valley Alliance, which you formed last year, is preparing to introduce a new tariff bill in parliament this month, requiring tariffs on grain, ranging from 50 to 100 marks per metric ton, of which oats require the lowest increase, which is 50 marks." ”

The crown prince looked at Baron Auerbach coldly and said, "That is to say, from April this year, Baron Auerbach, the price of your oats will become 216 marks a metric ton, right?" ”

The smile on Baron Auerbach's face vanished.

"You told me just now that 75 years ago, you had a good time exporting to England for 166 marks a tonne of oats, but now you have a hard time buying oats in Germany for 164 marks a ton. You also told me that this price makes Germany almost out of food, and the Germans are going to starve to death, so that in order to have food in Germany and keep the Germans from starving to death, you are ready to raise the price of grain to 216 marks, and I don't understand this economic account. The crown prince continued to smile at Baron Auerbach.

The cold sweat on Baron Auerbach's face fell.