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His Brother is Napoleon

A naturally persuasive engineering man, for some unknown reason, traveled to France before the Revolution and became the big brother of the future Emperor Napoleon. He is to cling to this thigh, and from then on to live and die, or to seize this opportunity to create their own altruism?

Koiu_Movement · Sci-fi
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12 Chs

Travel to France

Just as Joseph thought, he did find Napoleon in the cave. When he found Napoleon, the troublemaker was sitting on a rock, staring at the rain-shrouded sea.

"My foolish brother, what are you staring at? Joseph shouted.

"Nothing." Napoleon stood up lazily, "I was thinking that I should perhaps put a book in this cave. I think I should probably put a book in this cave so that I have something to do after I come here. Well, Joseph, I guess there's nothing more to it, is there? I should be able to go home now.

Napoleon's last words were not in a questioning tone but in a declarative one.

"Basically." Joseph said, "But how can you be so sure?"

"If it is not over and I cannot go back, you should have come here with food, not empty-handed like this. Napoleon replied, and then he asked, "Joseph, how did it end?

"You had just run away for a few minutes when Paul woke up," Joseph said. Joseph said, "Of course, Carlo was still very angry, and he said to Giovanni that when he caught you, he would give you a good beating with a whip. But after Giovanni left, Polina said to him that you hit Paul because you saw him pull her pigtail. After Polina said that, I saw that our father seemed less angry with you, although he didn't say so explicitly. He even said to me, "Joseph, you are my oldest son, why are you not in the forefront when something happens? If only you could have neutralized Napoleon.

Joseph said, and imitated his father's style so that Napoleon could not help but laugh. He said, "So I'm all right, then?

"Basically, I'm fine," Joseph said. Joseph said, "At most, he was scolded twice. If it hadn't been for Polina, you would have been in for it. My stupid brother, your approach, works, but there is always a problem, that is, it is not easy to control the proportion, it is easy to go too far.

"The first thing you should do is to get beaten up because of the way you're doing it. Napoleon said without concern.

"Now, come back with me. Everyone's hungry, but Mother and Pollyanna insist on waiting for you to come back to eat," Joseph said. Joseph said, "Father will scold you, you will admit your fault, and then we can all eat. Hurry up, I'm already hungry!"

The two men returned home and, as Joseph said, Carlo only scolded Napoleon twice and did not take out his whip. And Napoleon, who had been angry with Joseph, meekly reflected on his mistake to his father and promised that in the future, he would control his emotions and would never hit so hard.

"As the man of the family, he must take the initiative to protect women. But there must be proportionality." After Napoleon had finished, Carlo said with satisfaction, "But the action must be fast, Joseph, you are not as good as Napoleon. I know that you have been influenced in many ways by Bishop Mignonette, who is a good man and a holy man, but neither your mother nor I would like to see you become a cleric.

"Well, Carlo." Letizia frowned slightly, "It's time to finish your speech, the children are hungry.

"All right." Kano smiled. He put his two hands together. Then everyone joined their hands together and began the prayer before dinner: "God, bless us and the food we eat and all the goodness we enjoy. For Christ our Lord. Amen."

Thus the meal was finished, and Carlo led the group through the after-dinner prayer. This was a common rule in almost all homes of this time. But Joseph always thought, "If I were God, I would be going crazy with so many people's messages every day.

There was not much entertainment in this day and age, and now that it was winter and darkness came early, it was usual for Carlo to read a Bible or something to everyone after dinner, and then it would be dark and we could say good night to each other.

But this time, instead of taking out the Bible, Karo said to everyone, "Let's sit here for a while, I have something to tell you.

Then everyone continued to sit in their chairs and listen.

"Joseph and Napoleon, you two are not young enough to learn something. I have met a friend, Mr. Armand de Foix, who came to our house once before. He is now going back to France, and he can take you with him to France to go to school and learn French. Then, depending on your performance in high school, you will decide what you want to do next.

Mr. Armand de Foix, as soon as he heard the name, Joseph's mind came up with an image of a big man with a red face full of freckles, about the same height as himself, but almost twice as wide. Especially the beer belly, Joseph suspected that he lowered his head, more than likely can not see his toes. He was a relative of the Corsican governor, worked in the Corsican legal department, and was Carlo's superior. Like all the guys with a "de" in their name, this guy's job is actually to get paid for doing nothing. And his daily routine is almost to wander around with a fishing rod. Carlo had been an adjutant of Pauli, the leader of the Corsican resistance, and it would have been difficult for such a person to gain the trust of the French authorities. But because of his relationship with Mr. Foix, not only was his status as an "Italian nobleman" recognized, but of course, this recognition was only on paper, and when it came to France, especially in Paris, not many people would take his status as a count seriously. He also became a member of the French government in Corsica. Now that Monsieur de Foix was leaving Corsica, Carlo asked him to introduce his two sons to a French school of nobility. Carlo knew that there was no future for Corsicans in Corsica and that France was the place that offered real opportunities.

"What for? The French ......" Napoleon was halfway through his sentence when he looked into Carlo's eyes and closed his mouth.

"Remember, the future of the family depends on you. The last thing that Carlo said was, "Napoleon when you get to France, don't talk nonsense."

Napoleon did not say anything, but the reluctant look on his face was obvious to any fool.

"Joseph, later on, you talk to Napoleon, do not cause trouble in France. Carlo said again.

What Joseph said to Napoleon that night, no one knows, but after dawn, Napoleon showed a completely different interest in learning French in France.

"I want to go into the heart of the enemy, to observe them from the closest distance, to understand them. This would help Corsica to be free. In private, Napoleon told his sister Pollyanna.

It would be more than a month before Monsieur de Foix would return to France, so Carlo took advantage of this time to hire a young man named Valentin to be a tutor for his two sons so that they would have some knowledge of the French language before they left for France.

Valentin, a young man not yet twenty years old, was said to have studied at the University of Paris, but he failed to graduate from there. Later, he came to Corsica to make a living. He is a typical southern man, with white skin, black hair, and blue eyes. He always smiles when he speaks and is generally a very pleasant young man.

But he had his own job, so he could only teach the Bonaparte brothers French after work. In order for the two brothers to master French as much as possible, Carlo, who is always frugal, allows them to learn by lighting an oil lamp at night.

Italian and French are actually very similar, and the Corsican dialect is a language in between, but of course, it is closer to Italian. Thus, for Joseph and Napoleon, who had mastered the Corsican dialect, it was not particularly difficult to master the general French language in a month or so.

The month passed very quickly, and it was time to leave Corsica in a flash.

Early that morning, after breakfast, Carlo brought his family to meet Mr. Fourier outside his residence. In those days, people went to bed early, so they generally got up early. A butler was directing a group of servants to throw all kinds of things into the carriage. Mr. Fuwa, on the other hand, was standing by himself, with neither a look of longing to leave this place where he had lived for years, nor a look of joy to return to his hometown. As if this matter has absolutely nothing to do with him. Only when he saw the Carlo family did he smile and stride over to greet them, "Hi, Carlo, and Joseph and Napoleon, good morning.

"Good morning, Mr. Fuqua," Joseph replied in French. But Napoleon didn't say a word.

"Oh, Joseph, you still have a little Italian accent in your French, but it doesn't matter, there are a lot of people in Toulon with that accent. Ah, Napoleon is still shy. You need to be more generous, more generous to be good. Hahahahaha ......"

Obviously, Fouad took Napoleon's hostility towards the French as his shyness. He didn't know that this little man was willing to go to France to learn about France so that one day he could defeat it and win independence for Corsica. At least at this time, Napoleon was still a staunch Corsican DL.