I Am the Crown Prince in France

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 fees and patent royalties, so how can they sit back and watch those guys who have not joined the membership "prostitute themselves 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 have forgotten 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 winemaking 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 just 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's a great 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 exactly is it?" How can we significantly 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 out.

"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."

Vernio'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.

Early the next morning, when Joseph was packing his luggage and preparing to return to Paris, Governor Moncelot and Vergno 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 saluting, Monslow seemed quite embarrassed: "Your Highness, please forgive me first, but after discussing with Mr. Venio, I think it is better to tell you about this matter."

"What's the matter? Please tell me."

"Well, Viscount Joubert, Viscount Vienne and Baron Chaplier hope to get an opportunity to serve His Majesty the King. I mean, they want to grow some potatoes."

Seeing that the crown prince had no impression of these two names, Venio was busy reminding him: "Your Highness, they did not attend the meeting the next day."

Monslow continued: "Your Highness, they expressed their willingness to sow potatoes in half of the plantation area."

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

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

It's really not a toast but a penalty. In that case, let them produce more blood. It would also be good to grow more potatoes.

So, he said with a cold face: "Tell them to sow potatoes on two-thirds of the plantation area, and double the membership fee. That's it."

Monslow looked relieved and hurriedly bowed and saluted: "Yes, Your Highness, they will definitely thank you for your kindness and generosity."

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

…

A few days later, the Dauphin's motorcade entered 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 coming in and out there. Occasionally, you can see dung trucks filled with farmyard manure and being dragged out of the city by horses.

There are many "no open defecation" notices posted on the street, and the police are also staring at passers-by. Whenever someone appears to want to be solved anywhere, they will immediately rush over with a whistle and give a scolding.

The effect is also very significant. The feces on the streets has been reduced by 70% to 80%, but there are still "fish that slipped through the net" and will be dealt with everywhere, leaving traces. This is not surprising. Getting people to develop the habit of paying attention to public health cannot be achieved overnight.

At this time, Paris was considered 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 felt like he had to go to the toilet at any time before.

When the carriage passed the Seine River, Joseph even felt that the water in the river was a little clearer. Not sure if it was a psychological effect.

In fact, with the reduction of feces on the streets, there is indeed a lot less filth washed into the Seine River by rainwater. Even Paris citizens who draw water from the river can vaguely feel that the taste of the river water has begun to become "lighter".

This has also prompted them to pay more attention to the problem of open defecation, and many citizens have begun to report people who deal with it on the street to the police.

When the car passed a relatively deserted public toilet, Joseph ordered to stop, then got out of the car, and entered the public toilet with great interest to experience it.

Inside is a large pit toilet, divided into four squatting positions by wooden boards, and handrails are thoughtfully installed on the wooden boards. Facing the squatting pit is a long row of urinal stalls, which overall looks pretty decent.

Joseph poured some water and came out of the public toilet with satisfaction. After walking a few steps, he suddenly felt that something was wrong.

He turned around and looked around, it seemed like everything he should have was there...

Suddenly, he realized something and his face turned dark - this public toilet only has one door, that is to say, there is only a men's toilet? !

He recalled the public toilets along the way, and asked Eman to inquire, and finally confirmed that they were indeed only men's toilets.

After Eman figured out why the Crown Prince was dissatisfied, he tried to explain: "Your Highness, they may think that ladies rarely solve problems in the street."

Joseph sighed, it was really disturbing, he couldn't have warned him even more...

The motorcade restarted, and as it gradually approached the city center, various promotional posters about 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 intersections.

According to Joseph's arrangement, fashion week advertisements began to be placed across Europe more than a month ago, and more than 100,000 livres were spent on advertising fees alone.

However, the effect is also significant. Nowadays, the focus of discussion among aristocrats from various countries is Paris Fashion Week. Even the high-end hotel in the Tuileries Palace has been booked more than 70%.

It is conceivable that when the fashion week officially opens, a large number of foreign tourists will flock to Paris and spend a lot of gold coins, creating an event that will go down in history.

…

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

Most of the attendees were military officers. Their small circle doesn't like salons very much, so drinking parties have become their most common way of socializing.

In an inconspicuous corner of the reception, a major officer with black teeth shook the wine glass in his hand and said solemnly: "Aurore, tell me about the activities of those despicable police officers."

The tall and thin lieutenant next to him immediately nodded respectfully and said in a low voice: "I sent people to watch the police training ground for more than ten days and found that they conduct artillery training every three days..."

Several officers around him immediately showed contempt:

"A bunch of stinky police officers also brought artillery!"

"Well, they're lucky they didn't fire the shell into their camp."

"Yes, artillery is not something 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 intervals..."

After he finished speaking, Haiya's major asked again: "Have you investigated the situation in 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 the farmhouses."

Major Hague looked at it for a moment, then tapped a circle on the north side with his finger: "How far is it from the police training ground?"

"Half a league."

"It's a little far away, where is this place?"

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

"Okay, that's it. There happens to be a dense forest next to it." Major Black Tooth sneered, "Cecilian, take your people to be on guard."

He pointed to the north side of the training ground in the picture and said: "It's right here. Aurore, you are responsible for transporting the cannon and transporting the cannon away after you get it. If something unexpected happens, hide in this dense forest first.

"According to your information, the police last trained at around 4 p.m. You only need to delay for a while before it gets dark, and then you can return to the military camp calmly."

"yes!"

Major Hague looked at the little blond man sitting opposite: "Kemours, take your people to shoot. You only have one chance to fire, and it must hit the farmhouse, and then quickly retreat into Paris."

"Okay, don't worry."

"Aurore, when is their next training?"

"The day after tomorrow, sir."

"Okay. Tomorrow you go to familiarize yourself with the terrain, and then take action the day after tomorrow." Major Hague raised his glass and said fiercely, "Cheers! Those despicable policemen dare to insult the general and the French Guards. This time, we must leave room for them." It’ll take a deep memory!”

These people were officers of the French Guard.

The last time the commander of the French Guard, Bessonval, was forced back by police officers with guns outside the training ground of the police academy, he regarded it as a great shame and a great insult. He put the entire debt on the head of the dean of the police academy and the Paris police chief. .

Of course, as a senior military officer, Bessonval knew that he would have to use political tactics to move these two men, but the people under him just wanted to say this immediately.