Chapter 122 The "Shame" Of the French Guard

After the planters all signed the contract to grow potatoes, Joseph said with a kind smile that there would be a dedicated person to handle everyone's joining the French Brewing Technology Association and teach their brewers the corresponding techniques.

Finally, he zealously reminded everyone to be wary of unlicensed wine cellars using new brewing techniques.

To put it bluntly, pasteurization is very simple. It means controlling the temperature and heating time. People who have come into contact with it can easily leak it. But now France already has a patent law and a patent office. If anyone dares to use patented technology casually, they will be bankrupt.

The plantation owners present immediately shared their hatred and expressed that they would do their best to supervise the situation carefully.

Colleagues are enemies. They wish that there would be fewer competitors so that their sales would be better. Moreover, they have paid membership dues and royalties, how can they sit back and watch those guys who have not joined the membership "prostitute for free"?

What's more, they are already thinking about how to buy Earl Ludney and others' properties at a low price after they go bankrupt.

Joseph praised everyone's loyalty to the king and left the Yersen wine cellar.

Arriving at the gate of Yersen Manor, he suddenly slapped his forehead. How could he forget about it? So he told Eman: "Count Eman, please invite Mr. Venio here."

"Yes, Your Highness."

Not long after, the Crown Prince's motorcade slowly set off and left the grape plantation.

On the carriage, Joseph looked at Venio with a smile: "Mr. Venio, you see, as I said, everyone will be very active in asking to plant potatoes."

Venio naturally remembered the bet between the two, and immediately said in a tone full of admiration: "Your Highness, what you have done is simply amazing to me. Please just give me your orders. As long as I can do it, I will do my best." Finish."

Joseph nodded with satisfaction: "Then I would like to express my gratitude in advance for the hard work you are going to put in. This time in Bordeaux, the promotion of potato cultivation has achieved certain results, so there are other similar places that can also be promoted using this method. , for example, Burgundy, Provence and other places.”

After hearing this, Venio immediately understood what the Crown Prince meant, and his eyes lit up - Burgundy and Provence are both wine producing areas. Although the output is not as good as Bordeaux, the winemaking industry is also very important in the local area.

As long as new wine-making technology is used as bait and Bordeaux's script is followed, I believe there will be many planters willing to grow potatoes.

Joseph added: "By the way, Brittany and Normandy can also promote potatoes in this way."

"Ah?" Venio was very confused, "Your Highness, wine is not produced in these places..."

Joseph smiled slightly: "But they have a beer industry. My brewing technology is not only effective for wine, but can be used for beer and spirits."

Venio's eyes widened and he said: "This technology is simply incredible!"

"It can even be used to preserve milk." Joseph added casually, looked at Venio and smiled, "I hope you can go to these places for me and use brewing technology to promote potato cultivation. Of course, I will have the corresponding manpower. ration you.”

Vergniaud had excellent oratory skills and was very interested in growing potatoes. He was the right person to do these things. With him running back and forth, Joseph can save a lot of energy.

Venio immediately stroked his chest and bowed: "Your Highness, it is an honor to serve you. I will definitely satisfy you!"

He then discussed some important details of "exchanging potatoes for technology" with Joseph, and finally couldn't help but ask the most curious thing in his heart recently: "Your Highness, can you tell me, you are not even involved in brewing, what is the reason? How can we greatly improve the success rate and quality of brewing? ”

Joseph did not hide anything. After all, he was protected by the Patent Law and was not afraid of him leaking it: "Mr. Venio, the failure of brewing and poor quality are all related to the sourness of the wine. Do you know where the sourness comes from?"

Venio runs the wine cellar and is relatively knowledgeable. He immediately replied: "There are generally several possibilities, such as the quality of the grapes is not good, or the brewing time is not controlled accurately..."

Joseph waited for him to finish, then smiled and shook his head: "The factors you mentioned may have an impact, but they are not the root cause."

Venio's eyes suddenly widened: "The root cause? What is that?"

"Lactobacilli."

"Lactobacillus?" Venio was stunned, "It seems to be a type of bacteria?"

Joseph nodded: "Yes, it is used to make yogurt."

"But that's yeast," Vergniaud blurted.

"That's just a misunderstanding." Joseph corrected, "In fact, it is a completely different thing from yeast. It breaks down proteins or sugars and releases lactic acid, which is the source of the sourness in wine.

"This type of bacteria is found everywhere in nature, so when making wine, they can easily get mixed into the grape pulp or water, causing the wine to become sour."

"Fortunately, they are very fragile. They only need to stay in an environment of 60 degrees for half an hour to completely die."

Venio said thoughtfully: "According to you, all the problems can be solved by just heating the brewing raw materials to 60 degrees and keeping it for half an hour?"

"indeed so."

Venio's face was full of disbelief: "It's so simple?!"

"Science is like this. Putting aside the process of exploration, the conclusions are often not complicated." Joseph smiled and nodded.

The next morning, when Joseph was packing his luggage to return to Paris, Governor Monslot and Vergniaud suddenly came to his room.

Joseph was a little surprised. There were still two hours before his scheduled departure time. Why did these two people come to see him off so early?

After the salute, Monslot seemed quite embarrassed and said: "Your Highness, please forgive me first, but after discussing with Mr. Vergniaud, I think it’s better to tell you about this."

"What is it? Please tell me."

"It’s like this, Viscount Joubert, Viscount Vienne and Baron Chaplier hope to get a chance to serve His Majesty the King. I mean, they want to plant some potatoes."

Vergniaud saw that the prince had no impression of these two names, and hurriedly reminded him: "Your Highness, they did not attend the meeting the next day."

Monslot continued: "Your Highness, they said they are willing to plant potatoes on half of the plantation area."

Joseph frowned. Vergniaud hurriedly advised: "Your Highness, they know they are wrong and pray for your forgiveness..."

Joseph knew that these three people had also spent a lot of money. Just asking the governor to be a lobbyist would cost a lot of money.

It's really a toast, but they don't want to drink the wine. In this case, let them spend more money. It would be good to plant more potatoes.

So, he said coldly: "Tell them to plant potatoes in two-thirds of the plantation area, and double the membership fee. That's it."

Monslo's expression relaxed and he bowed hurriedly: "Yes, Your Highness, they will definitely thank you for your kindness and generosity."

As for the nobles who have not received the news or are still hesitating, they have lost the last chance to join the Brewing Technology Association. What awaits them will be a bleak future.

...

A few days later, the prince's motorcade drove into Paris.

Joseph looked through the car window and saw that many public toilets had been built on both sides of the street, and citizens were going in and out there. Occasionally, you can see manure carts filled with farm manure being dragged out of the city by horses.

There are many notices on the streets saying "No urinating or defecating anywhere", and the police are staring at passers-by. If anyone shows signs of defecating anywhere, they will immediately blow the whistle and rush over to scold them.

The effect is also very significant. The feces on the streets have been reduced by 70% to 80%, but there are still "slippery fish" who will defecate anywhere and leave traces. This is not surprising. It is not something that can be done overnight to make people develop the habit of paying attention to public health.

At this time, Paris is already quite clean and tidy among major European cities.

Joseph took a deep breath and felt that the air in the city was much fresher. He no longer had the feeling of going to the toilet at any time.

When the carriage passed the Seine River, I don’t know if it was a psychological effect, but Joseph even felt that the river water was clearer.

In fact, with the reduction of feces on the streets, the filth washed into the Seine River by rainwater has indeed decreased a lot. Even the Parisians who fetch water from the river can vaguely feel that the taste of the river water has begun to become "light".

This also prompted them to pay more attention to the problem of urinating and defecating in public, and many citizens have begun to report people who relieve themselves on the street to the police.

When the car passed a relatively deserted public toilet, Joseph ordered it to stop, then got off the car and went into the public toilet with interest to experience it.

Inside was a large pit dry toilet, which was divided into four squatting positions by wooden boards, and handrails were installed on the wooden boards. Opposite the squatting positions was a long row of small urinals, which looked quite good overall.

Joseph flushed the toilet and came out of the public toilet contentedly. After walking a few steps, he suddenly felt that something seemed to be wrong.

He turned around and looked, and it seemed that everything was there...

Suddenly, he realized something and his face turned black - this public toilet had only one door, which meant that it was only a men's toilet? !

He recalled the public toilets along the way, and pulled Emang to ask, and finally confirmed that there were indeed only men's toilets.

After Emmanuel figured out why the crown prince was dissatisfied, he tried to explain: "Your Highness, they may think that ladies rarely solve it in the street."

Joseph sighed, it was really worrying, he couldn't do it without a word of warning...

The convoy restarted, and as it gradually approached the city center, various posters about the fashion week began to appear on both sides of the street, and road signs with arrows and written in multiple languages ​​were added at the forks.

According to Joseph's arrangement, more than a month ago, advertisements for the fashion week had begun to be placed all over Europe, and the advertising fee alone cost more than 100,000 livres.

But the effect is also significant. Now the focus of the nobles of various countries is Paris Fashion Week, and even the high-end hotels in the Tuileries Palace have been booked for more than 70%.

It can be imagined that when the fashion week officially opens, a large number of foreign tourists will flock to Paris, spending a lot of gold coins, creating a grand event that will go down in history.

...

In a villa near the suburbs in the south of Paris, a cocktail party is being held.

Most of the participants are officers. Their small circle doesn't like salons, so cocktail parties have become their most common way of socializing.

In an inconspicuous corner of the cocktail party, a major officer with black teeth shook the wine glass in his hand and said in a deep voice: "Aurore, tell me about the activities of those lowly policemen."

The tall and thin lieutenant next to him immediately nodded respectfully and lowered his voice: "I sent people to monitor the training ground of that policeman for more than ten days, and found that they would conduct artillery training every three days..."

Several officers around immediately showed contempt:

"A bunch of stinky policemen actually got artillery!"

"Humph, they are lucky that they didn't fire the shells into their own camp."

"That's right, artillery is not something that people like them can operate!"

Aurore continued to introduce the situation of the police academy: "On the day of artillery training, they will practice once in the morning and once in the afternoon, with an interval..."

After he finished speaking, the major of Black Fang asked again: "Have you investigated the situation of the surrounding villages?"

Aurore nodded, took out a piece of paper, and pointed to the rectangle in the middle: "This is the damn training ground, and the circles next to it represent farmhouses."

Major Black Fang looked at it for a moment, and pointed to a Circle: "How far is this place from the police training ground?"

"Half a league."

"A little far, how about here?"

"A little more than one-third of a league."

"Okay, this is it. There is a dense forest next to it." Major Black Tooth sneered, "Cecilian, you take your men to guard."

He pointed to the north side of the training ground on the map and said, "It's here. Aurore, you are responsible for transporting the cannon and transporting it away after you succeed. If there is an unexpected situation, hide in this dense forest first.

"According to your intelligence, the last training of the police will be around 4 pm. If you delay for a while, it will be dark, and then you can return to the barracks calmly."

"Yes!"

Major Black Tooth looked at the blond short man sitting opposite him again: "Comou, you take your men to be responsible for shooting. You only have the opportunity to fire one shot, and you must hit the farmhouse, and then quickly retreat into the city of Paris. "

"Okay, don't worry. "

"Aurore, when will they train next time? ”

“The day after tomorrow, sir.”

“Okay. Tomorrow you will get familiar with the terrain, and then we will start the day after tomorrow.” Major Blacktooth raised his glass and said fiercely, “Cheers! Those lowly policemen dared to insult the general and the French Guard. This time we must leave a deep impression on them!”

These people are the officers of the French Guard.

Last time, French Guard Commander Bessonval was forced back by police officers with guns outside the police academy training ground. He regarded it as a great humiliation and put all the blame on the Dean of the Police Academy and the Director of the Paris Police.

Of course, as a senior officer, Bessonval knew that he had to use political skills to deal with these two, but his men just wanted to vent their anger immediately.