Therefore, Marie Antoinette, the peerless Cleopatra known as the "Lady of Deficit", is actually not worthy of her name, although she spends a lot, but compared to all the nobles in the European court, it is at most average. As a queen, there is nothing wrong with eating the best, using the best, and wearing gorgeous and expensive clothes.

This unworthy "lady of deficit" has at most added a dispensable burden of hundreds of thousands to millions to the French finances, and even without her extravagance, France's financial situation will not be much better.

Frankly speaking, even Han Xing couldn't think of a good solution to France's current predicament, unless Louis XVI decided to start selling his official title and auctioning off the land and the palace (diàn), even then it would be just a drop in the bucket, and he might not be able to find a buyer who could afford the money and had the courage, right?

As for how France handled this debt in real history, I am afraid it remains to be seen! It is likely that the new government simply does not intend to pay it back! This is also the best way to solve this problem, as long as there is no need to continue to repay the debt, France's fiscal revenue will naturally not be in a situation where it will not be able to make ends meet.

Due to his wandering world, Han Xing even missed entering the alley where Napoleon's house was located, and walked through the head of the straight (tǐng) (tǐng), only to realize that he had entered a dead end when he hit a wall. So he turned (shēn), asked several passers-by, and after a lot of work, came to Napoleon's apartment.

It was a two-story wooden building, and according to the address given by Napoleon, he lived here. Han Xing looked around, the building looked unusually dilapidated and gray, the white patent leather on the walls was warped, the whole house looked unusually mottled, and a smell of decaying wood could be smelled from afar.

Han Xing walked up the wooden outer staircase to the second floor, his feet creaked on the wooden board, and the sound of being overwhelmed came from the wooden board all the time, so the higher he walked, the more Han Xing felt panicked. Of course, not because he was afraid of ghosts, but because he was afraid that the planks covered with black cavities would be overwhelmed and break, causing him to fall from the upper floor.

Therefore, Han Xing was extremely careful, and he had to stop and observe for a while every step he took, which was simply trembling and walking on thin ice. In just a dozen steps, Han Xing walked for a full minute, and then finally came to the door on the second floor, he stretched out his hand, took off his black leather hand (tào), and knocked on the door with the knuckle of his middle finger.

"Napoleon! Napoleon, I'm coming, open the door! Napoleon! Han Xing shouted loudly. Even now, at the thought of being able to call Napoleon by his first name, Han Xing still has a dark feeling of living in a dream.

There was a rush of footsteps inside, followed by a sound of unlocking, and the door creaked open, and the expected Italian-style big nose did not appear, but a young and beautiful brown-haired woman, surrounded by a white stained bib, looked at Han Xing in surprise.

"I went, didn't expect Napoleon to be married? Why don't I remember? Wasn't his first wife Josephine? Or does this bastard have a nanny or maid to take care of his life? He is so rich, he actually deliberately went out in tattered clothes, and he still owes debts and does not pay them? It is said that rich people pick, is it not that even Napoleon is exempt from vulgarity? Countless doubts rose in Han Xing's heart.

"Are you looking for Monsieur Bonaparte?" The woman dressed as a housewife asked timidly.

"That's right! Go and let him come to me! Han Xing said to the maid, and then walked in with a big prick and sat down on a gray and unpainted wooden chair, which, frankly, made him feel painful.

Han Xing changed to a comfortable sitting position to relieve the pain in his (pì) strands, and then looked at the environment in the room, Han Xing, looking around, came up with an evaluation, "One word - poor!" Two words - shabby! This is still a more pertinent evaluation, because a more appropriate adjective should be - four walls of home.

The walls of this room were plastered with lime, and in some places they were black and cracked, and the cracks seemed to be black lightning bolts, or spider webs.

There was very little furniture in the whole room, in addition to the chair he was sitting on, there were three identical chairs, and a greasy table, Han Xing was sure that it had not been painted, so the black and shiny luster and sticky feel were definitely very problematic, so Han Xing's hands shook and he quickly shrank his hands.

In the distance, there was a metal stove with a rusty metal pot on it, and the surrounding walls and roof were blackened. This room is simply outrageous, almost a rough room, with a few pieces of furniture and a few pieces of furniture to move into. Han Xing didn't find any light source in the room other than the stove, only a hidden window that brought a glimmer of light to the dark room.

So Han Xing came to the window with difficulty and tried to breathe a breath of fresh air, but unexpectedly, as soon as he pushed the window open, Han Xing, who took a sharp breath, almost vomited! Because behind that window was a sour-smelling, swarmed pile of flies! The taste is so sour! It made Han Xing retching with disgust, and even tears flowed out.

Han Xing hurriedly closed the window and thought to himself, "Compared to this ghost place, the place where I live can already be regarded as a high-end apartment!" And just to visit the royal gardens for free, the fresh air will add a lot of points! How did Napoleon live in such a hellish place! ”

Han Xing immediately retracted back into his chair and stayed as far away as the damn window, only to find that the woman who opened the door was gone, presumably to find Napoleon!

Just as Han Xing was sitting precariously waiting for Napoleon, and slandered the maid for not even preparing a cup of tea for herself, suddenly there was a noise overhead, and then some lime powder fell on Han Xing's head like raindrops.

Han Xing took off his hat very helplessly, and while shaking, he muttered to himself: "Fortunately, she didn't pour me tea, this kind of place is indeed not very suitable for drinking tea!" I don't want to add some free 'sugar' to my tea! ”

This reminded Han Xing of an anecdote from the past, in this period, white sugar was still a luxury and had to be imported from the Americas, and the transportation capacity in this era was so bad. This has led to some unscrupulous merchants starting to add ingredients to white sugar in order to make black money, in order to achieve the purpose of diluting white sugar.

Do you think they just add some flour, lime or something? Wrong! There was a genius who actually mixed arsenic in white sugar! Arsenic! Eating sugar and worrying about your life, living in the eighteenth century is too difficult!

"Hanschel, I have to tell you something!" Napoleon, as if he were the eldest lady in the boudoir, pushed the door in. He was still wearing the shabby military uniform, not to mention, given that it was summer, Napoleon's shēn was cool. It's even a bit fashionable, like a modern beggar outfit.

"What are you going to say? Listen! Han Xing said lightly, a trace of embarrassment flashed on Napoleon's face, and he said, "This, that, Hanschel, you are in the wrong place!" ”

"What's going on in the wrong place? Isn't this your home? Didn't you say you live on the top floor of this building? This building has two floors, isn't it here or where? Han Xing stood up in surprise and asked.

Napoleon grabbed Han Xing's arm without saying anything, pulled him out, and when he went out, he found that at the corner outside the door, there was a hidden compartment, and there was a ladder in the compartment that led to the space above.

"I'm talking about the top floor!" Napoleon pointed to the space above the stairs and explained to Han Xing. As he spoke, he took the lead in climbing up, leaving Han Xing stunned alone.

Han Xing was instantly puzzled, and then he felt a blush, "I'm going, I went to the wrong place and ran to someone else's house!" I'll just say, how could Napoleon, a poor sour, have a maid! ”

Han Xing reluctantly climbed up, and the space in his eyes was much stronger than the dark space (yīn) full of cobwebs that Han Xing imagined, the things here were a little messy, but the most things were books, piled up in disorder, as if making mountains of books. There were also sheets of paper with some geometric, mathematical, and even some drawings of how to make weapons.

When Han Xing entered Napoleon's attic, he even had a feeling of sudden enlightenment, and the space inside was very bright, thanks to the two transparent glass skylights, in which he could even see the sky and bathe in the sun.

It is said that if you live at a height, you will have a height in life. Although Han Xing has always scoffed at this, thinking that if people stand too high, only focus on the upper space instead of caring about the foundation, and their eyes are full of singing and dancing, blue sky and white clouds, it is like a castle in the sky, a castle in the dunes, and it is only a matter of time before it is destroyed.

But at this moment, Han Xing still saw the benefits of height, at least the height of this layer allowed Han Xing to avoid the poisonous gas of that garbage heap. It also provides him with a better view, so that he can enjoy the blue sky and white clouds and soak up the warm sunshine.

"How? Not bad, right? I managed to find this place! The original owner of this place was a scientist, but unfortunately it was a nobleman who was captured a while ago and never came back! Napoleon saw Han Xing's eyes staring at the blue sky and white clouds outside the skylight in a daze, and immediately showed off proudly.

He was reading a book by the light of (rì) at this time, the title of which Han Xing couldn't read, given that he was studying general-purpose French, the book probably involved specialized vocabulary, or that the book was Italian at all.

Not to mention, it's no wonder that people like to live in penthouses, not only with good views, enough light, but also free from the nuisance of the upstairs residents, and the ladder, like a big wardrobe to the world of Narnia, makes this a secret base that most people look forward to as children, and the children will surely (ài) die in this place!

Napoleon pulled Han Xing to talk about a lot of things, and Han Xing even bought a lunch and red wine out of his own pocket to chat and drink with Napoleon.

Napoleon had to pull Han Xing to talk to him about the mathematical problems he discovered, but Han Xing was a math illiterate, a typical traditional Celestial Empire person, a dragon in literature and history, and a worm in mathematics and physics, as if he had returned to high school when he listened to the math teacher talk about high mathematics, and felt that one head was two big, and he was vaguely agreeing to fool him.

Han Xing fiddled with a book written by an unknown author, and only then did he stick to Napoleon's brain-wrenching math problems, and then the topic of modern politics and Roman historical figures became much more interesting.

"Have you heard of Egypt?" Han Xing tried to steer the conversation to the purpose of his trip.

"Of course, Alexander the Great conquered Egypt, and Caesar conquered Egypt!" Napoleon's answer made Han Xing's heart happy.

"Sooner or later I'm going to see that place, ah, the vast East! Where legends stand! Napoleon said wistfully. I heard that in the far east, there is also a powerful country of sixty thousand people! Compared to such a country, Europe is simply a pile of dirt dug up by a mole! Napoleon sneered and sarcastically said to Europe.

"It is this pattern and vision that transcends ordinary people that will make the future Napoleon!" Han Xing sighed in his heart after listening to his words. Han Xing's goal has been achieved, Napoleon is very interested in Egypt, which is a proper good news for Han Xing!

The two kept talking about the moon rising before stopping, and Napoleon admired Han Xing's unique views on politics, especially Han Xing's emphasis on Egypt. Of course, this is mostly due to Han Xing's unpredictable prophet!

If Han Xing is a historian, the academic papers he came up with may make Napoleon's image in history subvert (xìng).