Harry Potter Morning Light.

Chapter 1979 Building a car behind closed doors ([-])
"Third readings" are the three procedures that the British Parliament goes through in legislation and deliberation.

In the first reading, the proponent reads out the name or key points of the motion and submits it to the relevant committee for review.

The first reading of the Factories Act passed, to the satisfaction of the workers, but it failed the second reading, which was debated after committee examination, and if, say, Sir Robert Peel, Member of the House of Commons, was the representative of the mill owners, the workers Who is the representative of?

If according to American logic, no taxation without representation, then these apprentices can refuse to pay taxes, but what kind of taxes are their salaries enough to pay?
Children over the age of 9 work 8 hours, and children aged 14 work at least 12 hours. Some ruthless factory owners make them get up at 6 o'clock and go to bed at 2 o'clock in the morning. Boys and girls are mixed together, and the number of beds is not enough. Of course, don't expect them to have time to study.

In Georgiana's era, children were not allowed to be touched, let alone such abuse, even if they were disobedient, a slap on the palm would not do. Of course, wizards should not expect the parliament to pass laws to protect wizards.

In addition to the "Bread and Blood" movement, the factory owners also launched a campaign against the export of yarn. The leader of the yarn mill owner 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 practice, but their prestige is not enough, and they need strong opposition from Sir Robert Peel, but because Robert Peel is busy defending the "Factory Act", there is no There is no time to pay attention to the spinner owners who oppose the campaign to export yarn.

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

This aroused cheers in the UK. The price of silk is so much more expensive than cotton, and the profit will be much higher.

Many years ago, if people wanted to have patterns and patterns on silk, they needed to go through the embroidery process, which required the embroiderer to embroider slowly one stitch at a time.

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

Theoretically, both silk and cotton products can be made with looms. In the past, silkworm eggs were monopolized, but now there is silk provided by India. It stands to reason that such large-scale production will bring down the price of silk.

But the French have a patent for the jacquard machine, which can make various complicated, floating, embroidery-like patterns on silk, which is an effect that cannot be achieved by printed and dyed silk.

Especially the jacquard fabric, which has brilliant colors and clear textures. A jacquard machine has hundreds of threads at least, and thousands of threads at most, and several different patterns can be displayed on the jacquard fabric. To operate this complex machine requires proficiency workers, so even though the price was very high, there was still a great demand for French silk in Britain.

Protestant ethics advocate hard work, thrift, and oppose extravagance, but desire is like a running carriage, and it is not so easy to curb it.

The bed in Georgiana's bedroom is covered with a jacquard silk bed sheet woven by a jacquard machine, using very gorgeous large flowers, a dark golden background, and dark red patterns. The combination of these two colors looks very beautiful. Enthusiasm is like hot blood.

Now she's lying on it, and it's a pity she isn't blonde with blue eyes and flaming lips.

Her hair was as gray as winter snow.When the scalding heat meets the cold, it is like a red-hot iron bar being put into cold water, making a "sizzling" sound.

It turns out that silly girls are silly no matter what color their hair is, and she really shouldn't be prejudiced against blonde girls.

"What are you thinking?" he said with a smile, lying on top of her.

"Am I a fool?" she asked pitifully.

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

"Congrats to them," she said. "By the way, beware of the ice."

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

She thought for a moment.

"The Senator told me to read the Factories Act," said Georgiana, "and draw my attention to what he was doing in India."

He was silent.

"I understand now why he reminded me so much," Georgiana said. "He didn't even say hello before he left."

"You still want to go back to England?" he asked.

"I don't think it's possible." She said desolately, "I only wanted to talk about pure spiritual love with you."

He sneered, "Now you know what happens when you seduce me?"

That's because Napoleon Bonaparte was a historical figure, and she wouldn't have done that if he had been alive in her time.

"What are you going to do with the industrial expo venue?" he asked.

"I'm going to use gas lamps." She pinched the lapel of his uniform. "Forget the whale oil lamps, poor whale."

"That would put a lot of people out of work," he said jokingly.

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

"I began to wonder what kind of woman could make that guy obsess over you and ignore you."

Her mood suddenly sank to the bottom.

"Lilies smell sweet, but their pollen is poisonous, especially to cats."

"Really?" he said in surprise.

"Of course it's true." She turned her head, pointed to a flower on the bed sheet and said, "Here, it's called periwinkle, it looks very beautiful, but it's actually a kind of phlox, which is highly poisonous."

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

"I can't figure out why I have to learn that damn French," she yelled. "I haven't even learned the language of a mermaid."

"Is there really a mermaid?"

"There are many kinds, 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 seriously, "Why don't I send you to manage the zoo."

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

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

She also sat up, leaning on his shoulder.

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

"You know what I'm thinking?" he asked.

"Am I right?" She asked pretending to be relaxed.

"I don't want the partisanship in France like that in Britain," he said in a muffled voice.

"You're just one person, you can't be too busy."

"None of my brothers are useful," he grumbled.

Georgiana expressed no opinion.

"I thought Faron was just a perfumer for women," said Bonaparte.

"He's a scientist," Georgiana thought, "or an alchemist."

"He doesn't have a beard."

Georgiana looked at him. "Who told you that all alchemists have beards?"

"He's an old man, so I allowed him to share the same room with you, but he shouldn't have brought that young man in." He said calmly, "Don't do that next time."

"I'm not always interested in handsome young men." She pursed her lips.

"But you like talented people." Leon tilted his head. "Have you taken a fancy to 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 for everyone to see. Now I understand how he feels." Leon grabbed her wearing a fire opal ring "If I die someday, what will you do?"

"Do you still remember Catherine de' Medici?" She said indifferently, "Henry II's mistress is his tutor. She often persuaded Henry II to get close to Catherine, but what happened to her?"

"You think I'm Henry II?"

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

"How do I know it wasn't you who treated her kindly?" He said suddenly.

"what?"

"She was easily confused and needed care."

Georgiana couldn't help laughing.

At first it was a smile, then she laughed out loud.

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

"Mrs. Pompidou said that after we die, the flood will submerge the world. Have you ever thought that we will end up with them?" Georgiana looked at him and said.

He let out a long sigh.

"We can't do much change, especially with land and farmers, and I'm not for land mortgages, but I guess you're being pushed, aren't you?" she asked, and before he could answer, she added "There's a lot of , even if the purpose is good at the beginning, it will become something harmful in the end."

"Morality is like ten to one. Even in the face of cash, the morale resources of the monarchy have been exhausted." He said a little 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 hand. Offshore fishing rights, and offshore voyages are also shipping.”

"Go and get the map," he said, looking at her paper.

She went to the next door again and brought over a stack of maps. He found a map of Belgium from it, looked at it, pointed to a city and said, "Here, build a railway leading to Brussels."

She looked at the location he pointed, and it was a small town called Mechelen.

"This city is also on the Scheldt," he explained to her, "if connected by rail."

"You can control the major Belgian cities of Ghent, Antwerp, and Brussels," she continued.

"It's the transportation network. Do you know what's going on with the UK's land routes?"

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

He looked at her in surprise.

"Come on, I'm English," she grumbled. "They don't do business without speculation."

(End of this chapter)