Chapter 1315 The Lion’s Choice

"First, put the food you want to preserve into a glass jar. Second, seal the opening of the container very carefully. This is the key to success."

After arriving at the cannery in Appel, the fat middle-aged man personally demonstrated to Georgiana the process of making cans.

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

Georgiana looked at the cans placed in front of her. There were various beans, green beans, and boiled beef. They had tasted them just now, and they were very delicious except for the mild taste.

But there were only 40 women in his factory, and his cans were 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 publish the complete details of the production. I am currently imagining it..."

"I will find people right away. After you train them and they are qualified, they will go to build factories elsewhere." Georgiana interrupted his tirade fiercely, "Take note, Sophie."

"Yes, miss." Sophie wrote down her words like a secretary.

"Beef, beans, I know people who do this business," Carolan 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.

In an era of food scarcity, food factories would attract many people to apply for jobs. In addition to factories, they also had to have dormitories.

In short, she needs to find a piece of land near the village, or else she needs to pack up everything in the cannery and choose another place.

If female workers can also make cans, and canneries are opened in Paris in the future, these country women will definitely go to Paris to work.

No matter how tiring the factory work is, it is better to use your youth and beauty to find a rich and powerful man and become the destroyer of other people's families. The social atmosphere will become even worse than it is now.

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

"Where are we staying tonight?" Carolan asked.

Madame Montesquieu was also looking at Georgiana.

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

"The general has given his orders, miss." A Guardsman suddenly said, "Do you want to leave for the station now?"

"Where?" Carolan asked with interest.

"Barracks," the Guardsman replied.

"May I have your name?"

"Marley," said the Guardsman.

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

So she left Appel's factory surrounded by the Guards and women.

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

He was murmuring at that time, and seemed to be giving a speech. After she returned Hathor's "residence" to the Tuileries Palace, she would have to deal with the problem of Hogwarts. She never thought that one day

The focus of your life completely revolves around another person.

She has seen many female homewreckers, and this time she met a male. After the bastard completely ruined her life, he regained consciousness and realized that indulging in women and delaying national affairs was a dead end. He wanted to treat her like delicious food.

Treat her like a temptation.

Napoleoni, sometimes you bastard is really looking for death.

The military camp Marley was talking about was in the Forest of Vincennes on the other side of the Seine. When her British purebred horse-drawn vehicle drove into the military camp, it attracted many people to watch. Their eyes were different from those of the civilians.

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

"How is that possible?" Carolan said with a confident smile.

There are criss-crossing trails in the forest, dividing the camp into many areas. Unlike in the field, the soldiers lived in simple wooden houses and tents, and the conditions were certainly not comparable to those of the Grand Trianon.

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

The Bois de Vincennes and the Village of Ivry were not far from the center of Paris. She was still wondering why the Guards were sent to her. Judging from the current situation, she absolutely did not dare to live alone in such a military camp.

She was very happy that Sophie had undergone the transformation technique to make her face less delicate and pretty, and the Corsican bastard was really relieved.

"There is a town around the Bois de Vincennes. Why don't we go and live in the town?" Mrs. Montesquieu said tremblingly.

No one tried to persuade Georgiana, but there was an eerie silence in the carriage.

"Change your clothes, Carolan," Georgiana said after a moment, "or you will take off my shackles."

"Yes, Queen." Carolan said with a smile, "Can I borrow one of your clothes?"

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

Sophie immediately found a woolen dress for Carolan to change out of the gorgeous dress she was wearing.

Napoleon didn't have many clothes in his wardrobe. He only had one set of uniforms every season, and one set could last three years.

Only shirts require a lot of customization, and he wears 12 pieces every week. He is a very clean person.

As the First Consul, he also had some nice-looking clothes, such as the review uniform and the black dress with gold embroidery that she saw last time, but basically he was still very frugal and he was just generous to women.

Georgiana couldn't spend half a million francs a month for living expenses, and Remiza was responsible for her clothes. Except for some money spent on spices for Rambouillet's feast, she basically didn't spend much money.

She subconsciously touched the olive leaf brooch on her chest and decided not to sleep, just in case she never woke up again.

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 an English-style garden in front of the castle.

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

Georgiana probably understood what Napoleoni meant: the cannery was built here to supply military supplies before civilian use.

Hungry soldiers are definitely more dangerous than rioting people, and they have to find something to do for the children who have nothing to do.

There was a blacksmith shop in the military camp. She remembered that the cans were all made of iron and glass jars were too easy to break. But what was the situation of the smelting industry in France?

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. She immediately associated the profession of quartermaster with them.

"How far do you want me to sink? That's the end, Leon." She said softly.

When she has fallen to the point of being as filthy as him, will that clean-loving man find a new clean woman? For example, that 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 did not collapse due to Waterloo. What would that look 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 and working like a man in this place.

She is a student of the old Gryffindor, and Gryffindor women are also warriors. She will not surrender easily again.
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