Harry Potter Morning Light.

Chapter 1941 Egret Feather ([-])

Farron's perfume studio is like an alchemist's laboratory, with all kinds of equipment.

Asking him to make "cocktail milk tea" for women is really overkill. Fortunately, these wealthy women have domestic servants and cooks. With their help, this "tea party" will be more impressive.

At the beginning they were really drinking tea. English milk tea is simply milk, black tea with sugar. This kind of milk tea must have a strong tea flavor.Later, they added spices such as star anise to the tea, and it became another masala tea that is very popular in India.

Then someone added raspberry jam, maple syrup, cocoa, vanilla, peanut butter and caramel, and someone else added lemon cream cheese, which at first glance looks like butterbeer in color.

The intake of sugar may really make people excited. Later, they actually mixed brandy into the milk tea. The archbishop who agreed to replace the wine with tea ignored it, and went to the side with Mr. Martin to appreciate the flowers in Southeast Asia. Then they So I started to act recklessly, mixing Breton cider into chocolate.

The kids played trick-or-treating at night, and these mothers seemed to be playing during the day. Georgiana took a cup of milk tea with cider and found a corner to drink.She knows that some occasions need to be serious, but that is not her style, so that she feels uncomfortable and others also feel uncomfortable.

It was a sin to drink in a monastery, though, and she feigned penance for a couple of seconds before ripping off the Siamese cloths.

At first, people didn't know what she was going to do. Seeing that she made the torn fabric into a pillow, and then sat on it, they were all awakened. These women's families are all engaged in fabric business, and soon someone will stuff the feathers. And the pillows with tassels were brought over, and a room full of women sat on the floor.

There are also people who are very rude and directly sell their own products in front of Georgiana. There are gloves, handkerchiefs, curtains, etc. Georgiana is also not polite. Yes, who cares who pays the bill.

In fact, the British did not suffer. In 1801, London wanted to expand the Old London Bridge, which was becoming more and more unbearable for the capital.Building iron bridges will not shake public perception, but letting iron ships float on water is against common sense, but the strength of steel required to repair such iron ships is beyond the reach of current technology.

At the same time as the age of steel began, so did the age of roaring machines.At present, the British steel industry is still in its infancy, and has not formed a dominant position recognized in Europe. There was once a factory owner who gave Georgiana a British landscape painting. His factory was on the verge of bankruptcy because of a broken capital chain.

Selling patents is the most helpless way, but the demand for steel is also adjusted according to the relationship between supply and demand, just like the increase in the demand for cotton in Europe, the expansion of cotton planting in the New World.

If the supply exceeds the demand, production will be expanded, and if the quantity exceeds the demand, the price will be reduced. Although the fabric with good craftsmanship is thin and strong in theory, there are also thin and weak fabrics.Just like the peace in Brittany at this moment, she still remembers that not long ago, there was a crisis of civil war here at any time.

This is the key point, to avoid the outbreak of civil war again, as well as the livelihood of farmers, which is not only their own income, if France’s grain yield per mu is not increased, even if it develops industry, France cannot use a small number of agricultural population like Britain Feeding so many workers who are not engaged in agriculture, then what happened in 1789 will repeat itself again.Compared with engaging in industry, Georgiana feels that she is still better at being a "breeder".This time, the shipping company in Rouen made a lot of efforts to transport grain from Spain.

Naturally, the navy is indispensable for sea transportation. Putting this aside, if Brittany's cider and meat can be transported to the inland, it can also increase income.

At present, the cattle of French farmers are mainly farming cattle, and there are very few dairy cows. Anyway, there are much fewer dairy products than in the UK. Now the condensed milk she adds to her milk tea is all produced in the UK.

She didn't want to think about overly complicated issues right now. After everyone found a comfortable position and sat down, she asked if there was anyone who could play the flute.

"I will!" said Leon Kuhl's granddaughter Alice.

"Blow a tune," said Georgiana.

I want to enjoy a faun afternoon.

She said to herself, but didn't say it, when a clever servant had left the synagogue to get the flute, and before he returned Georgiana looked at the lazy women who didn't look like the oil painting "Gothic" "The kind of seriousness.

"I hate being treated as a guest," Georgiana said. "This is French land, and everyone French is the master of this land."

"But you're not French," said a woman Georgiana remembered as one of the first to dismiss her mannerisms.

"What's your name?" Georgiana asked.

"Jeanne," said the chestnut-haired woman defiantly, "Jeanne Dussel."

Georgiana felt a strange fascination with her deep, husky voice, but she soon regained consciousness.

"There are many Britons who admire the changes that the revolution has brought to Europe."

Jeanna seemed to have discovered something interesting, and smiled weirdly at Georgiana.

"How do you define happiness?" Georgiana asked everyone.

The women looked at me and I looked at you, but they didn't answer.

"Nature gives us an emotion, but it doesn't mean it has to be reasonable, or, in line with men's logic, we have feelings, usually it's like falling asleep, and we need to wake us up to feel it, I think this kind of Happiness doesn't mean the carnival life, although I had a good time, ladies." Georgiana raised her glass to the crowd, and the others raised their glasses too.

"Do you believe anyone can drink 12 cups of coffee a day?" Georgiana asked.

The women started looking at each other again.

"I have seen the accounts of the Crown Princess. It was shown to me by the First Consul. At that time, a servant of the Crown Princess recorded it like this when reporting the accounts."

"It doesn't make sense," said another woman.

"How do you feel?" Georgiana asked.

"She was fooled," said the woman.

"The princess likes games, parties and all kinds of celebrations, which makes her have no time to manage these accounts, and also has no time to care about the lives of the citizens, so that interesting story spreads."

"She should have spent more time doing business," said Jeanne Dussel.

"What do you think is business?" asked Georgiana.

"Run a factory," said a businesswoman.

"Administrative accounts," said another woman.

"Anything else?" asked Georgiana.

"Catch a stealing cat."

As soon as the words fell, everyone laughed.

"I thought it was to let everyone have enough to eat, warm clothes to wear, and a house to shelter from the wind and rain. Thank you for your contribution to France last time. The food you shipped in made a lot of money. People are saved from starvation."

The women smiled at each other this time.

"You have done a commendable thing, so that there is no riot in Paris due to famine as in the past. Peace, justice and order are what I hope to bring, and of course, equality. You don't need to pretend to flatter me, I feel it , you are trying to make me happy, but I am not a woman from Versailles, I need to be praised all day long to find my confidence."

"Then what do you think makes you confident?" Jeanne asked.

"Choose," Georgiana said, smiling.

Now the women seem to have different opinions, and they talk in low voices, Georgiana drinks milk tea, and they say whatever they want.

She looked at the sky where the mist had cleared, as if she saw a carriage drawn by flying horses, and sitting in the carriage were little French wizards dressed in thin silk, whose clothes could not resist the cold in Scotland at all.

But there was a girl in the group, she was the crush of all the boys in the school, she chose one of them, not dressed up like Cinderella, waiting to be picked by the prince.

This is the freedom she understands, and it is also the reason why women she understands feel happy when they shop.

It's them who choose the plethora of products, and it's the interviewees who feel so bad because they're waiting to be screened.

If she were Cinderella, she would not be happy or even ecstatic that she was chosen by the prince

Although the life here was not satisfactory, if Severus did not come to her, she would not take the initiative to go back.

He has to pursue her, of course many people will say she is not worth it, that's up to him!

Here's a lion who's willing to make that much of a difference for her, and he's taking a lot of risk.

Even if it was a dream, that was what he wanted to do, and there were bound to be people who thought he was doing France a disservice.

Engaging in technological espionage is not that simple and requires a shrewd mind.When ice freezes the rivers, when the wind no longer blows, and neither water power nor windmills can be used, steam-driven mills will be a substitute.

Wheat needs to be ground into flour after threshing to make bread. Anyway, Georgiana did not think that the steam engine could grind flour. She thought it could drive trains and textile machines.

The spies who went to England with the tourists didn't know what they would bring back. I hope they don't just look at the flowers for a while, and finally return empty-handed.

(End of this chapter)