The gods crowned her [Famous Book]

In the bright garden, the maid brought cucumber sandwiches and roasted ham for breakfast, and saw a few local residents of Dublin sitting next to Ivy, complaining sadly.

"Duchess, thieves are rampant and unscrupulous." One of the shabby middle-aged men sighed, "The rice I hung outside the door was stolen in one noon. How precious is food now? You know, now my whole family will be starving for another half a month."

"Isn't it normal for you to be stolen outside the door in broad daylight?" A well-dressed lady took his words, frowned delicately, and almost took Ivy's hand, "I'm just out to visit My old friend, my necklace worth tens of thousands of pounds was snatched by robbers, and they rushed over and strangled my neck in groups. Fortunately, I found the elastic fast, otherwise the head would have It's on the ground."

She rubbed her temples, and said with lingering fear: "Fortunately, these robbers only robbed money but not sex. Losing a necklace is a trivial matter. Without chastity, I would have gone to Derge Lake and jumped into it."

Speaking of this, the lady even burst into tears, grabbed the sleeve of her husband beside her, and excitedly requested that the thief be severely punished.

This immediately attracted a lot of echoes, and the people present were all excited, and the voices of "they must be killed" and "better be whipped in public" were heard endlessly.

Ivy stood up and made a gesture to stop. After a while, people shut up their chattering mouths.

"Of course they won't escape punishment," she said, "but if we want to stop the thieves from continuing to wreak havoc, we have to take drastic measures, otherwise there will be another spring breeze."

"Then what do you think is the most thorough solution?"

"Rich..." she briefly summed up, before explaining, "Thieves will disappear only if Ireland becomes rich. Often only the poor will take the risky path, and if you want to reduce the number of poor people, you have to turn them into become rich."

Everyone couldn't help but turned their heads and looked at each other.

At this time, Roy, who had been silent all this time, spoke up: "With all due respect, you are too idealistic. Who doesn't want to be rich? But people have been poor for centuries, and being rich is not easy."

"I never shout slogans. Empty talk is the most taboo thing for me." Ivy replied, "I will not draw cakes for you, but will guide you how to do it."

She knocked on the table, and immediately, the assistant Serila presented a painting knowingly, and with her nod, slowly unfolded it in front of everyone.

People soon discovered that this was not a painting, but a huge map.

"My God!" The lady who lost the necklace was the first to exclaim, and she was surprised to see the clear legend, colorful colors, and even each village was clearly marked.

"Hey, Greenwick, look, this is my hometown, Adair." The lady pulled her husband excitedly, and hastily pointed out to him, "This ring fort comes from my family property, and it is actually a giant fortress. It has belonged to my ancestor Earl Desmond since 1536. If you go sightseeing in person, you will be able to feel the long history. After all, my family was very prominent in the past, and the ancient cultural relics there are still protected. Quite well, especially…”

"Okay, this is not a place for you to show off your family's glory, please be quiet, my dear Laura." The husband hurriedly tried to stop his wife from talking non-stop.

Otherwise, the latter may repeat the source of her surname from the Celts again.As for this period of history, everyone present has listened to it no less than five times on various occasions.

Ivy had to think that it was a pity that her mother, Anna, was not here.Otherwise, the two of them would definitely be able to sit down hand in hand, and just be able to chat with this long-winded Laura all afternoon.

But there is also an advantage to talking too much. With her talkative talent, Ivy doesn't have to worry about her ideas and plans spreading fast enough.

At least in the living room of each family, every word she was about to say would be mentioned by Laura with relish, and it became an important topic after dinner.

As everyone looked up, her eyes gradually became smug, her chestnut hair was dyed rose gold by the sun, and the strands of hair fluttered in the breeze, making her look quite high-spirited.Just like Cleopatra, the female ruler who once led Egypt to prosperity.

Of course, she wants to be Julius Caesar more, and she is only short of the sword pointing at the scepter of the European continent. She has great ambitions and heroic self-confidence.

"If you want to become rich, you have to fundamentally solve the food problem. We can never just rely on imports." Ivy said, "We must not only be self-sufficient, but also have the ability to become an exporter."

"We all understand what you said, but the only crop that the country can produce stably now is potatoes, and rice is not enough for self-sufficiency. But I don't think any country is willing to accept potato imports?"

Roy seems to like to ask questions very much. He dared to be the first to question before everyone, but it happened to be in Ivy's arms.

She couldn't help smiling secretly.

"You are right, so of course we can no longer grow potatoes on a large area." She restrained her smile, "I want to vigorously promote oats, which just need a dry climate, which is very suitable for our actual conditions."

"But I think it would be a disaster if oatmeal became the staple food... At least I can't get used to it. It's really hard to swallow." The straightforward Roy said immediately.

"Are you a cow or a horse? I didn't force you to eat oats as the main food." Ai Wei not only showed no resentment in the face of this impolite interruption, but looked at him gently, "Pure agriculture will not make the economy big Therefore, we need to develop animal husbandry. Our country has inherent advantages in animal husbandry, and the climate and pasture environment are quite suitable. If we don’t make a big fuss about it, it will be a waste of God’s gift.”

"I have already planned to open up Shannon as a trade zone. Through this place to conduct business with foreign countries, it has unique geographical advantages. The development of a country cannot be without foreign trade, let alone lack of industrialization."

She drew a big circle on the map, enclosing all the marked factory points, "We can't lose to England, they have an industrial revolution, and we should follow suit. Only technology is the primary productive force, otherwise we will never lose We can use horse-drawn carriages to fight other people's steam ships, flintlock guns to block their machine gun holes, and when enemy planes fly over us, I don't want us to have to use cannons to do unnecessary resistance."

Although the people present had never heard of a machine gun, nor did they understand what an airplane could be used for.

But he probably still understood her expression, so he couldn't help showing a dazed expression, and just surrounded her with almost dumbfounded eyes.

"I have always been competitive. We must not only catch up with them, but also do better. Show the British what a real strong country is. A race that colonizes by bullying weak countries is only worthy of being called a coward. "

she said contemptuously.

"As long as you can really fulfill your promise, we are of course willing to follow you."

Roy has a pair of blue eyes like white clouds on a sunny day. By looking directly at the latter, Ivy can see the hope hidden behind the shadows.

However, he is really keen to find problems. Facing her swirling and bewitching pupils, he can continue to ask soberly: "However, as far as I know, the Senate is extremely opposed to the expansion of the factory, and they reject all new things and the rise of new trends of thought. , And regard it as a scourge that swallows up the old era. If you want to vigorously develop industrialization, I am afraid that you will encounter considerable resistance.

This group of stubborn men already disapproves of your superiors, and your ideas are in conflict with their standards. This time, they will definitely hinder your policies. You have to think ahead to make them let go way. "

"Yes, after all, the Senate holds the country's financial power. Without strong financial support, it would be impossible to do this. But it is not an easy task to let them pass the decree."

That Laura's husband is very sensible, unlike his wife who can only yell, his good education makes him earnest and well-bred.

But in Ivy's eyes, the Senate is just an ancient stone engraved with words. When necessary, the ancient words can be used to reflect authority, and when they become obstacles, they are simply kicked away.

"Don't worry, I will let them look in the mirror and see themselves clearly, who can save this country from poverty and become strong."

Even if her words sound distant, they are inherently believable with a powerful confidence.

Just like the alchemist worked hard to forge shining gold in the furnace with all kinds of rare materials similar to unicorn tails, elf wings, and dwarf collections, the process may inevitably be difficult.But the results and its prospects are attractive enough to support its believers to move forward.

Just as everyone was about to answer, at this moment, bursts of cheers suddenly sounded outside, mixed with loud salutes, and the gravel on the ground was almost shaken by it.

"What's going on?" They immediately got up and asked at a loss.

"I'll send someone out to have a look."

As soon as the words fell, Cerilla trotted over in a hurry, bent towards Ivy, and respectfully reported: "Dear Duchess Your Excellency, your brother has led the army to triumph, and everyone is celebrating him. Waiting for you outside the castle."

Before the last word was spoken, Ai Wei had disappeared.

The guard opened the gate for her, and saw Arthur rolling off his horse amidst the warm cheers of the crowd, and walking towards his sister with a smile.

The moment his pupils touched Ivy, they glowed instantly, but when he realized that she was walking towards the coffin beside him, they quickly dimmed again.

Then he saw that Ivy didn't shed a single tear, but leaned over slightly and kissed the dark and cold coffin expressionlessly.

Just like a queen mourning a warrior who died for his country, with reverence in his eyes, no one will ever be able to see the love surging in his heart.

There was an uproar in the audience, watching her raise her head in silence, the smile resumed on her fair face, and she eagerly extended her hand to the Duke who had returned from victory, bowed in salute, and allowed her brother to kiss her forehead.

She seemed to be showing off her brother to everyone, so heroic, so extraordinary, he changed the course of the world, and wrote his name on the parchment of history.

Her voice in the crowd was clear and powerful, filled with a proud smile: "What a victory! Congratulations on your triumphant return."