I'm the Dauphin in France

Chapter 540 Return to Heaven
The village of Meitian, west of Reims.

Paul Leonor stroked his old house inch by inch with his hands, as if he was touching a rare treasure, and tears were rolling in his eyes, which were always red and swollen due to the erosion of poison gas.

This is Leonor's home, the home his father left him, carrying all his memories from childhood to adulthood. Five years after losing it, he returned to this warm hometown.

His Royal Highness the Dauphin chopped off the head of Master Boca, and Leonor saw it with his own eyes. When he heard that the tax farmer was going to be beheaded, he and his wife risked starvation for the whole family, put down their work, and went to the Louvre Square to watch.

The Poca was shaking with fear, and he no longer had the arrogance he had when he forced them to pay. Finally, when his ugly, fat head was lifted up by the prisoner, he and his wife shouted with the crowd until their voices were hoarse.

However, their children seemed to be frightened and kept crying. Finally, the eldest Domi showed his brotherly spirit, stood in front of his younger brothers, and told them loudly that the man was a bad man and God was punishing him to hell.

What Leonor did not expect was that a week later, the master of the Reims District Court came to him, asked him to put his fingerprints on several documents, and then told him that his 47 acres of land and other properties that he had mortgaged to Boca would all be returned to him in the near future.

Pocar will even pay him 35 francs in compensation.

The gentleman was very polite and said that according to the order of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, Boca should have paid him double compensation for the property he illegally seized. But Boca had harmed so many people that if all his property was divided, each person would only get a few dozen francs.

Of course, Poca probably hid a lot of property, but it is hard to find it. In fact, even if the suffering people get justice, they often can't get back what was taken away from them, let alone the years they lost.

Leonor was already very satisfied.

He thanked the master of the court profusely and prayed for His Royal Highness the Crown Prince for several hours with his family.

Half a month later, he finally got back his house deed and land title, as well as 35 francs in cash.

Leonor then borrowed another 30 francs - with the land as collateral, it was easy to borrow money from the bank - and had surgery performed on his wife to remove the two festering fingers.

Afterwards, the whole family ate their first beef stew in five years. The children ate too much and held their stomachs and groaned for half the night, but there was no sign of pain on their faces.

Leono was recalling the ups and downs of recent life when he saw his wife, who was packing her luggage, suddenly stand up and look towards the door.

"Honey, what's wrong with you?"

"Sophie," Madame Leonore's face was full of excitement, she picked up her skirt and ran out the door, "It's old Sophie! I remember the sound of its hooves!"

When Leono followed him out the door, he saw his wife holding the old horse, which had lost some hair, laughing and jumping, as happy as a child. Sophie also rubbed her cheek against her old master, and her eyes seemed a little wet.

For farmers like them, horses are simply another pillar of the family. As long as they have horses, their lives will be full of hope.

Immediately, Madame Leonore began to sob again, kissing Sophie's loose skin, choking with sobs:

"My old friend, I thought... we would never see each other again..."

Father Carlo, who had brought the horse over, comforted her, then crossed himself and said:
"Thank God. Look, everything is all right now, isn't it?"

Madame Leonore nodded and added:

"I also want to thank His Royal Highness the Crown Prince. Oh, and the tax bureau. Oh, and the Reims Court..."

Father Carlo asked Leonor to put his fingerprints on the document he received from Sophie, declined the hostess's invitation to come in for some coffee, and hurriedly left:

"It's getting late, and I have to rush to baptize little Joseph. Let's do it next time."

"Joseph?" Leonor was a little surprised, "Is it the child of the Truet family? He should have been baptized last week?" "It's Correva's youngest son." The priest smiled and waved his hand, "Well, in the past two months, four children born in the village were named Joseph. I'm almost confused."

In this small village of just over a hundred households, one third of the villagers had gone bankrupt or fallen into poverty over the past decade due to various exploitations by the tax farmers, but now 70 to 80 percent of them have regained their property. The prestige of the prince in the village is second only to that of God.

These simple peasants expressed their gratitude to the crown prince in the most direct way - they named their newborn child Joseph. If it was a girl, she would be named Josephine - a feminine name for Joseph.

In fact, there are 60,000 to 70,000 newborns named Joseph in France recently...

Father Carlo took a few steps and suddenly remembered something. He turned to Leonor and said:
"By the way, the parish is going to hold a mass for His Royal Highness the Crown Prince next Sunday. You must come and attend."

Leonor nodded immediately: "We and the children will go, Father."

He looked at his wife again and whispered, "How much money do we have left?"

"Seven francs and nine sous, Paul."

Leonor hurriedly said to the priest: "Father Carlo, I would like to donate 5 francs for the mass."

The Catholic word "dedication" means donation.

The priest was stunned for a moment and advised: "This is too much, Leonor."

"No, not much at all. These were all redeemed for us by His Highness..."

Western suburbs of Paris.

A dance was being held in the newly rented courtyard of the Viannal family to celebrate their return of their property from the tax farmers.

In fact, they had taken back their villa, but it was still a bit messy, so Mrs. Viannal decided to renovate it and they lived there temporarily.

Although Mr. Viannal's face still bore traces of his previous difficult life, he was full of energy and vigor.

He stood on a chair, tapped the glass in his hand to attract the guests' attention, and said loudly:
"Thank you all for coming to this ball. Now, let us toast to His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, our 'Son of God'!"

Everyone raised their glasses and echoed loudly:
"Your Highness."

"Respect the son of God."

"May God bless His Royal Highness the Crown Prince."

However, there were also a few people who did not respond, but muttered coldly:

"The Crown Prince actually had the nobles beheaded along with those untouchables. This is simply a disgrace to decent people."

"Yes, those untouchables were also subjected to beheading, which should have been reserved for the nobles!"

"Humph, is the royal family going to let all the lowly guys climb over our heads?"

(End of this chapter)