For the next few days, it was basically the same pattern: buy two stagecoach tickets, then draw up a day's journey to another city or town closer to Paris, then find a convent (or if there was none, an inn) to rest for the night, and then go back to buy another stagecoach ticket. ...
And so it was that on the evening of the tenth day, Alfonso and Joseph finally arrived in Paris, the capital of France.
The stagecoach traveled through a street full of dust and dirt and finally stopped at a place called Rue de la Rachel. It was a street on the edge of Paris, and on one side of the street was the dreary, tomb-like women's convent of the Order of Perpetual Indulgence. On the other side of the street there were all sorts of disorganized and dilapidated houses inhabited by poor people of the lower classes.
This was as far as the stagecoach went. As for going on, it was up to the passengers to continue paying for a public carriage, or if they didn't have much money, it was up to their own legs.
Since the destination was still far from here, and the area wasn't too safe. So Alfonso took Joseph to another public carriage, and it took about another half hour to get to the magnificent Cathedral of St. Geneviève.
This cathedral was later confiscated by the revolutionary government after the outbreak of the Revolution and converted into a cemetery for the burial of great men. This is the famous "Pantheon". At this time, however, the Cathedral of Sainte Geneviève was still an important church belonging to the Catholic Church. It was not Joseph's destination, but that of Brother Alfonso. He led Joseph into the church and then told him to wait in the parlor for a while while he went to deliver the letter to the bishop here.
Joseph waited a little while in the parlor before he saw Friar Alfonso turn back again.
"Well, I have delivered the letter. Now I'll take you to Father Jean-Jacques."
The chapel where Fr. Jean Jacques was located was still a bit far away. And by this time there were no more public carriages. The two men then walked over there on foot, along roads lit with whale-oil street lamps. The two walked for almost an hour, until the moon had risen high enough to reach a small church. By this time the moonlight was shining obliquely, illuminating the steps in front of the chapel.
Alfonso led Joseph up the steps, and knocked softly at the door, and in a short time he saw a light leaking through a crack in the door-panel where he could fit a little finger, and then he heard very loud footsteps coming down from the floorboards, and then thumping all the way to the front door. By the sound of it, it seemed as if what was coming up was not a man, but something like a grizzly bear.
"Wait a little, I'll open the door ... Damn, take the mumble, this bolt how stuck ... Ah, you wait a little longer, it will be ready soon ... "From inside the door came a gruff voice.
However, the door did not open immediately as he said, only to hear the door inside a messy sound, sometimes also by the inside of the person tugged hard, but did not open, but the inside of the complaining voice again: "Damn, this is how it is? Why just can't open ... ah, you wait a little more ..."
After about ten more minutes, a click was heard from inside, and then the door was then pulled open at once, and a gust of wind blew out from inside.
Joseph looked over towards the inside and saw a fat man who was just about as tall as him, but with a waistline at least two or three times as big as his. In Joseph's opinion, if this one were to go to the latter days and play the king of the hill, he wouldn't even need to wear makeup. Beside that fat man, there was another person dressed as a nanny, holding a candlestick in one hand. The other hand was covering near the flame, so that the wind from opening the door wouldn't blow out the candle.
"Alfonso! Haha, you're finally here. Well, how's the old man?" The King of the Hill laughed out loud, the sound scaring the birds that were already sleeping in the trees next to him.
"Father Jean-Jacques, the bishop is very well." Alfonso said, "Also, the bishop asked me to bring you a message this time, in addition to asking me to bring Joseph."
"What did the old man say?" The King of the Hill then asked.
"The Bishop asked me to tell you that Taotie is also one of the sins." Alfonso replied calmly.
"The old man ..." The King of the Hill's voice lowered and mumbled something behind it that seemed to be a complaint, but Joseph couldn't hear it at all.
"All right. Don't complain. Well, to introduce you, this is Joseph, the old man ... bishop's godson. The one who's preparing to go to Louis the Great's school ...," Alfonso said.
"Ah. Well, come on in, you guys. This damned door ... Nabu, you go and move that cupboard over there, and rely on that to block the door for the time being tonight ..."
"Father, I know. But that cabinet, it would be best if you would join me ..."
"Really ... I told you to eat more, eat more, how can you have strength if you don't eat? Even a cupboard ..."
This is where Joseph will live within the next few years.
...
Passing the entrance exam of the Louis the Great School was not difficult for Joseph, so he soon received an invitation to enroll and study. Joseph intended, first, to study at the School of Louis the Great for a few years, and in the meantime, to get to know a few more people, to prepare some contacts for the future, and then to rush to get out of Paris first before the outbreak of the Revolution (At that time, Paris was really too chaotic. Whether one lived or died, many times, depended on luck rather than anything else.) Then, he could leave Paris before the outbreak of the Revolution (at that time, Paris was too chaotic to live or die by luck, not by anything else), go to the provinces, and then take advantage of the time when the Girondists were on the stage, to do some speculation and hoarding by being able to "foretell" things, and get the first bucket of gold for himself, and his family.
Then, he can hide behind his "stupid brother" and push his family to the position of the first family in Europe. Of course, they also need to find a way to stop this "stupid brother" later in Spain, especially in Russia, stupid death behavior. And to stop him, he must have enough weight, not just the original history of that by Napoleon as completely rely on him to become the king of Spain's waste.
"That stupid brother of mine is a guy who thinks highly of himself, is very proud, and has no one in his sight, and it's not going to be that easy to slam on his brakes."
The days passed slowly according to Joseph's thoughts, and Joseph did well in school, getting a full scholarship without any problems, and also had a good reputation in some small circles of literature lovers and natural science enthusiasts. Plus Joseph sometimes took on translations as well as some other jobs to earn some francs as well. So nowadays, in addition to ensuring his own expenses, he can even put some money everything seems to be very smooth, however, just at this time, a letter was delivered to Joseph's hands.
This letter brought Joseph very bad news: his father was sick, and very sick. So the family's financial situation was now quite strained. Joseph didn't spend any of his family's money on his studies plus his living, but nowadays, it wasn't enough that he didn't reach out to his family. Napoleon's living expenses, as well as the living and educational expenses of his other siblings were becoming a problem. The letter from his family meant that they wanted him to find a job as soon as possible to take this burden of several younger siblings.
Dropping out of school immediately was obviously inappropriate, which would adversely affect Joseph's entire program. So it was best to earn more money while still being able to maintain his studies.
"Ugh, how did I forget about the Bonaparte family's hereditary stomach cancer?" Joseph thought.
The Bonaparte family had always been threatened by hereditary stomach cancer, especially the males in the family. Of just Joseph's brothers, he was pretty much the only one who hadn't gotten it himself. Of course, Joseph also knows, cancer this thing is a throw of the dice, the original history of Joseph did not get stomach cancer, does not mean that today's self will not get this in the future. So in the future, you really need to be careful. For example, in the original history, his father should have been found to have stomach cancer only a year later. But in this time and space, this matter was unexpectedly advanced.
All that remained was that it was time to think about the matter of how to take up the family's burden. But what can one do to effectively increase their income? It was impossible to work a part-time job, it was impossible to work a part-time job in this lifetime, and nowadays Joseph was just barely able to make ends meet by getting a scholarship. There is also to go to various salon party, go to the salon party is like home, inside the feeling is better than at home, participate in the people are all talented, talk and good. So Joseph could only go to these salon parties to find out if there were any opportunities to make money.
"Joseph, what are looking at? I see that you don't look too good." A voice rang out.
Joseph twisted his head to look, only to see a young man with some freckles on his face asking with a face full of concern.
This was Joseph's classmate, Armand René de Lavoisier, a young man who was quite literate and had an uncle who had left his name on the entire history of mankind. Unlike his famous uncle, Armand was hardly gifted at all in the natural sciences. In literature and art, however, he was a good hand, and was even one of the pillars of the student theater troupe at Louis the Great's school.
"Oh, it's Ah Mang ah. I'm not doing much, I just got a letter saying that my father is sick. Well, it might affect my financial situation these days." Joseph said while putting away the letter in his hand.
"Joseph, your father must be very sick?" Amand walked over to the bench Joseph was sitting on and sat down side by side with him, the midday wind rustling through the tops of the sycamore trees above their heads.
"I know you have a full scholarship, and it shouldn't cost you much to live in a church. You don't even need the family's money. Therefore, it shouldn't be financial problems that make you look like this." Amand said as he took out a small bottle. He unscrewed the cap and carefully poured some liquid into the bottle. Then he said to Joseph, "Would you like some as well?"