Harry Potter’s Morning Light

  Chapter 1979 Working behind closed doors (13)

  "Three Readings" are the three procedures experienced by the British Parliament to legislate and deliberate on bills.

  The first reading means that the proponent announces the name or main points of the proposal and submits it to the relevant committee for review.

The first reading of the "Factory Law" was passed and the workers felt very satisfied, but the second reading was not passed. The second reading was debated after the committee review. If Sir Robert Peel, a member of the House of Commons, is the representative of the factory owner, then the workers Who is the representative?

  If according to the logic of the Americans, no representative does not pay taxes, then these apprentices can refuse to pay taxes, but what taxes are their wages enough?

Children over 9 years old work 8 hours, 14-year-old children work at least 12 hours. Some ruthless workshop owners ask them to wake up at 6 o’clock and go to bed at 2 o’clock in the morning. Some people are even asked to start work before 6 o’clock, especially when they sleep. Boys and girls are mixed together, and there are not enough beds. Of course, don't expect them to have time to read.

  Georgiana was in an era where children can’t be touched, let alone being so tortured, it’s impossible to hit the palm of her hand if she is disobedient, and of course wizards don’t expect the parliament to pass laws to protect wizards.

  In addition to the "Bread and Blood" campaign, the mill owners also launched a campaign against the export of yarn. The leader of the mill was William Radcliffe, and they did not agree to sell the yarn to foreigners. They have repeatedly negotiated with the Ministry of Commerce, hoping to prohibit or reduce this harmful behavior, but their prestige is not enough, and Sir Robert Peel’s strong opposition is needed, but because Robert Peel is busy defending the "Factory Act", there is nothing. Leave it alone to the mill owners who oppose the movement of exporting yarn.

  The 1786 treaty stipulated that France would open the market to products from Manchester and Paisley. In exchange, French cotton products would also enter the British market, but French silk products were prohibited from entering the UK.

  This has aroused the cheers of the United Kingdom. The price of silk is so much higher than that of cotton, and the profit will be much higher.

  Many years ago, people who wanted to have patterns and patterns on silk needed to go through the embroidery process, which required the embroiderer to embroider slowly, stitch by stitch. It looked superb, and it also meant a lot of value.

  There are six sets of the Pope’s vestments, three sets of mopping wool, and three sets of silk fabrics. It takes more than a dozen workers to prepare for several weeks or even longer.

  Theoretically, both silk and cotton products can be made on weaving machines. In the past, silkworm eggs were monopolized. Now there is silk provided by India. It is logical to say that the price of silk will drop if it is produced on such a large scale.

  But the French have a patent for the jacquard machine. The jacquard machine can make the silk have various complicated, floating, embroidered patterns, which is an effect that cannot be achieved by printing and dyeing silk.

Especially the jacquard fabrics have brilliant colors and bright textures. A jacquard machine can range from hundreds to thousands of threads. It displays several different patterns on the jacquard fabric. To manipulate this complex machine requires skill. Of workers, so even if the price is very expensive, the British demand for French silk is still very large.

  Protestant ethics advocates hard work, diligence and frugality, and opposes luxury, but desire is like a running carriage, which can not be easily contained.

The bed in Georgianna’s bedroom is covered with a jacquard machine to spin out jacquard silk sheets, using very gorgeous large flowers, dark golden background and dark red patterns. These two colors look very good when combined together. Enthusiasm is like hot blood.

  Now she is lying on it, unfortunately she is not blonde with blue eyes and flaming red lips.

  Her hair is gray, like winter ice and snow. When the scorching heat meets the cold, it is like putting a red iron rod into the cold water, and it makes a noise.

  It turns out that a silly girl is stupid no matter what color her hair is. She really shouldn’t have a prejudice against blonde girls.

   "What are you thinking?" He said with a smile on his body.

   "Am I a fool?" she asked pitifully.

  "You seem to have taken a bottle of champagne from my cellar to your fellow countrymen. Why did you do that?" he asked.

   "Celebrate the victory for them." She said, "By the way, remind them to be careful of ice cubes."

  "Did they tell you anything else?" he asked.

  She thought about it.

  "The councillor asked me to read the "Factory Law"." Georgian said, "and let me pay attention to what he did in India."

  He was silent.

   "I now understand why he reminded me like this." Georgiana said, "He didn't say hello to me before he left."

  "Do you still want to go back to England?" he asked.

   "I think it's impossible." She said sadly, "I just wanted to talk about pure spiritual love with you."

  He sneered, "Do you now know how to seduce me?"

  That's because Napoleon Bonaparte is a historical figure. If he were a living person in the same era as her, she would not do that.

  "What do you plan to build the industrial fair venue into?" he asked.

   "I'm going to use a gas lamp for lighting." She pinched the placket of his uniform. "Let go of the poor whale. Stop using the whale oil lamp."

   "There will be many people unemployed." He said jokingly.

   Then she thought of the coal miners who were working under the threat of a gas explosion, and said nothing more.

   "I started to wonder what kind of woman can make that guy remember and ignore you."

  Her mood suddenly sank to the bottom.

  "The lily smells sweet, but its pollen is poisonous, especially to cats."

   "Really?" He said in surprise.

   "Of course it is true." She turned her head, pointed to a flower on the bed sheet and said, "This, it is called Periwinkle, it looks very beautiful, it is actually a kind of oleander, which is very poisonous."

   "Like you." He sighed, "I know you are a forbidden fruit, but I can't help but want to taste it."

   "I really can't figure out why I should learn that **** French." She yelled, "I haven't learned any mermaid language."

   "Are there really people?"

   "There are many more, from the Mediterranean to Scotland, but the mermaids in the Mediterranean are more beautiful, and I have fed them."

   "You seem to like feeding animals." He said solemnly, "Why don't I send you to manage the zoo."

  "Animals are not my specialty." She pinched his ancient Greek nose. "I put Sean and Lulange in Paris, but I didn't bring them out."

  He got up as if suddenly disappointed, and then sat down by the bed.

  She also sat up, leaning on his shoulder.

   "You have to give the opposition party a chance." She said softly.

  "Do you know what I'm thinking?" he asked.

   "Am I right?" She asked pretentiously.

   "I don't want France to have partisanship like the British." He muttered.

   "You are only alone, and you can't be too busy."

   "None of my brothers are useful." He complained.

  Georgiana did not express any opinions.

   "I thought Farron was just making perfume for women." Bonaparte said.

   "He is a scientist." Georgiana thought for a while "or an alchemist."

   "He doesn't have a long beard."

  Georgina looked at him, "Who told you that alchemists have long beards?"

   "He is an old man. I only allow him to live in the same room with you, but he shouldn't bring that young man in." He calmly said, "Don't do this next time."

   "I'm not always interested in young handsome men." She said with her lips curled.

   "But you like talented people." Leon tilted his head, "Did you like him?"

  She looked at him with weird eyes.

"I want to lock you up, just like those women in the sultan's harem, but I want to bring you out and show everyone, I understand his mood now." Leon grabbed her and wore a fire opal ring "If I die someday, what will you do?"

   "Do you remember Catherine Medici." She said coldly, "Henry II's mistress is his home teacher. She often persuades Henry II to get close to Catherine, but what happened to her?"

   "Do you think I am Henry II?"

   "I'm telling you that even if I persuade you to treat Josephine kindly, she will not treat me kindly after you die. European women will not accept polygamy."

  "How did I know that you weren't treating her kindly?" he said suddenly.

"what?"

   "She gets confused easily and needs someone to take care of her."

  Georgiana couldn't help but smile.

  At first she smiled, then she laughed out loud.

   "Impossible?" he asked after she had laughed enough.

  "Ms. Pompidou said, after we die, the flood will overwhelm the world. Have you ever thought that we will end up with them." Giorgioanna looked at him and said.

  He sighed.

"We can't make too many changes, especially with regard to land and farmers. I don't support land mortgage loans, but I think someone is forcing you?" She asked. Before he could answer, she said, "There are many things. , Even if the purpose at the beginning is good, it will eventually become harmful."

  " Morality is like the relationship between ten and one. Even in the face of cash, the morale resources of the monarchy have been exhausted." He said sadly.

"I don't need you to be a moral model, but please have a conscience. Farmers are your foundation." She stood up, walked to the next door, and stuffed the unfinished paper into his hands. The right to offshore fishing, and offshore navigation is also maritime."

  "Go and get the map." He said while looking at her paper.

  She walked to the next door again and brought a stack of maps. He found a map of Belgium from it. After looking at it, she pointed to a city and said, "Here, build a railway to Brussels."

  She looked along where he was pointing, it was a small town called Mechelen.

   "This city is also on the Scheldt River." He explained to her "If it is connected by rail."

   "You can control Ghent, Antwerp and Brussels, the main Belgian cities." She answered.

  "It's a transportation network. Do you know what the land is like in the UK now?"

   "It's terrible." She said without hesitation.

  He looked at her in surprise.

   "Come on, I am British." She complained, "They can't do business without speculation."

  (End of this chapter)