Harry Potter Morning Light

"First, putting the food you want to preserve in glass jars, and second, sealing the opening of the container very carefully, is the key to success."

After arriving at Appel's canning factory, the fat middle-aged man demonstrated the canning process to Georgiana himself.

"Then, put the sealed food in boiling water in a double boiler and take it out after a few hours."

Georgiana looked at the cans in front of her. There were all kinds of beans and green beans, as well as boiled beef. They tasted them just now, and they were very delicious except for a little mild taste.

But his factory has only 40 women, and his cans are still sold in Paris as luxury goods under the name of His Excellency Napoleon.

"I need to expand production."

"The committee asked me to publish a book and fully publish the production details. I am conceiving..."

"I'll find people right away. After you've trained them to be qualified, they'll go to another place to build a factory." Georgiana interrupted his tirade viciously. "Take it down, Sophie."

"Yes, miss." Sophie recorded her words like a secretary.

"Beef, beans, I know people who trade in that," Caroline said.

"He doesn't have enough manpower here." Georgiana looked at the small workshop in front of her, which was too far away from the "factory" she thought of.

In the era of food scarcity, food factories will attract many people to apply for jobs. In addition to the factory buildings, they must have dormitories.

In short, she needed to find a piece of land near the village, or else pack up everything from the cannery and pick another place.

If female workers can also make canned food, when a canned factory is opened in Paris, these rural women will definitely go to Paris to work.

How tiring the factory work is, it's better to find a rich and powerful man with his youth and beauty. When someone destroys someone's family, the social atmosphere will become worse than it is now.

What she thought was a difficult promotion problem turned out to be so simple.

"Where are we staying tonight?" asked Coraline.

Madame Montesquieu was also looking at Georgiana.

"I know a hotel..." Appel said.

"The general has ordered, miss." A guard suddenly said, "Do you want to leave now to go to the station?"

"Where?" Caroline asked with great interest.

"Barracks." The Guards replied.

"May I have your name?"

"Mare," said the guard.

"Let's go to the station first, I have to find a place to sit and write letters." She said wearily. "It's been a crazy day."

So she left Apel's factory surrounded by the guards and female relatives.

She remembered that after Napoleon's defeat at Waterloo, he lived in a small hotel, and Hathor showed her a vision, and she thought it was a very poor man.

At that time he was whispering, and it seemed to be giving a speech. After she put Hathor's "residence" back in the Tuileries Palace, she would have to deal with Hogwarts. She never thought that one day The center of gravity of one's own life revolves completely around another person.

She's seen too many female home-wreckers, and this time she's met a man. That bastard completely ruined her life and woke up again. He understood that being addicted to women and delaying state affairs is a dead end, and he wanted to treat her like the temptation of delicious food.

Napoleoni, sometimes you really are looking for death, you bastard.

The military camp that Marley mentioned is in the Vincennes Forest on the other side of the Seine River. When her British thoroughbred horse-drawn cart drove into the military camp, many people watched, their eyes were different from those of the civilians. .

"Are you afraid?" Georgiana asked several women in the car.

"How come?" Caroline said with a confident smile.

There are criss-crossing trails in the forest, which divide the camp into many areas. Unlike in the field battle, the soldiers live in simple wooden houses and tents. Of course, the conditions cannot be compared with the Grand Trianon Palace.

A soldier who doesn't want to be a general is not a good soldier. After seeing Napoleon's residence and then looking at these people's residences, she suddenly understood why some people mutinied.

The forest of Vincennes and the village of Ivry are not far from the center of Paris, and she is still wondering why the Guards were sent to her. Judging from the current situation, she absolutely dare not live alone in such a military camp.

She was glad that Sophie had undergone transfiguration to make her face less beautiful, and the Corsican bastard was really relieved.

"There is a town around Vincennes Forest, why don't we go and live in the town." Madame Montesquieu trembled.

No one persuaded Georgiana, and there was an eerie silence in the carriage.

"Change your clothes, Coraline," said Georgiana after a moment, "or you'll undo my fetters."

"Yes, Queen." Caroline smiled and said, "Can I borrow one of your clothes?"

"Get one for her," Georgiana said to Sophie.

Sophie immediately found a woolen dress for Coraline, and replaced the gorgeous dress she was wearing.

Napoleon didn't have too many clothes in his wardrobe. The uniform was a quarterly set, and one set could be worn for three years.

He needs a lot of customization only for shirts, and he wears 12 pieces a week. He is a very clean person.

As the First Consul, he also has a few nice clothes, such as the parade uniform and the black dress with gold embroidered that she saw last time, but he is basically very frugal, he is just generous to women.

Georgiana's living expenses of half a million francs a month were inexhaustible. Besides, Remiza was in charge of her clothes, and she basically didn't spend much money except for some money for spices for the Rambouillet feast.

Subconsciously, she touched the olive leaf brooch on her chest, and decided it was better not to sleep, in case she couldn't wake up from sleep.

I don't know if this is a strange hobby of the French king, or some kind of curse. There is a tower castle in the Vincennes forest, and there is an English garden in front of the castle.

"This used to be the hunting castle of Louis XIV, and later became a ceramic factory for producing ceramics. During the Great Revolution, it became a prison for prisoners." Mrs. Montesquieu said.

Georgiana probably understood what Napoleoni meant: the cannery was built here, and it was used for military supplies before civilian use.

Soldiers who are hungry and panic are definitely more dangerous than rioting people, and it is necessary to find something to do for the children who have nothing to do.

There was a blacksmith shop in the barracks. She remembered that the cans were all made of iron, and the glass jars were too fragile. But what about the French smelting industry?

Finally the carriage stopped at the gate of the castle, where some people were already waiting for her.

They also wore military uniforms, but they looked more like rich men, and she immediately associated the profession of quartermaster with them.

"There's no limit to how low you'll let me go, Leon," she said softly.

When she degenerates to the point where she is as filthy as him, will that man who loves cleanliness go find a new clean woman? Like the Polish lady.

She suddenly didn't care whether he would have another mistress in the future.

She wanted to see another world, a world where the continental system had not collapsed because of Waterloo, what would it be like?

Just like Albus, he did not choose love in the end, but chose to forgive the Muggles who had ruined his family and help them instead.

Love is really exhausting, and there is nothing wrong with not going to a monastery, working like a man in this place.

She was a student of old Gryffindor, and Gryffindor women were warriors too, and she would not surrender so easily again.