I Am the Crown Prince in France

Joseph was quite embarrassed by Besançon's praise. Well, the wisdom of public toilets, right?

But he could understand it. After all, without his intervention, it would have been half a century before the first public toilet appeared in Paris.

He continued: "Oh, there are also trash cans. There are large stone buckets built every 200 to 300 feet on the main streets of Paris so that passers-by can throw garbage in them."

Besançon couldn't help but nodded, and then thought of another question, and said hurriedly: "Your Highness, it will cost a lot of money to build these public toilets and trash cans, and many people will be required to take care of them in the future. "

After all, he is the police chief, and he can think deeply about it immediately. Joseph nodded: "The investment in construction will be allocated from the finance, and if it is managed, it can be handed over to your 'daily affairs team'.

"Well, transporting feces and the like from public toilets can be used as fertilizer. Someone should be willing to take the initiative to do this. The staff of the 'Daily Affairs Team' only need to clean up, so they should be able to handle it."

Besançon hesitated again and said: "Your Highness, the citizens may not be too cooperative..."

"You ask people to post some notices on the streets, and I will also ask newspapers to cooperate with the publicity," Joseph thought for a while and said, "Let's call it the 'Paris Beautiful' movement.

"Oh, of course, the main thing is to be supervised by the police. Those who litter or litter everywhere should be reminded and warned in time. Those who refuse to change their behavior will be punished by cleaning the toilet."

After Besançon left, Joseph looked out the window at the empty streets and said to himself: "Maybe we can also lay some wooden tracks and build urban rail transit. Well, if there are wooden tracks, a two-horse carriage should be able to pull More than ten people. It can also familiarize the craftsmen with the technology of laying tracks, which will be of great use in the future.

"Oh, they all need money...Why is France so poor?"

Emman's voice came from outside the door: "Your Highness, Count Lamarck is here."

"Oh?" Joseph was a little surprised and said hurriedly, "Please invite him in quickly."

The door opened, and Lamarck stepped forward with a smile on his face and bowed: "His Royal Highness the Dauphin, I went to the Palace of Versailles to find you. They said that you have moved here now, so I came to see you. Seeing that you look good, I I feel relieved.”

"Please sit down." Joseph bowed and returned the greeting, "Thanks to Dr. Perna for checking me often."

"This is what she should do." Lamarque nodded with a smile, took out another glass bottle and said, "Look, this is the latest extracted tocopherol, it is already very pure."

Joseph took the vial and saw that there was light yellow powder inside, which was very fine.

"Your skills are so superb."

"Oh, this is all thanks to the constant temperature room you asked to build." Lamarck's eyes stared at Joseph for a moment, as if to remind him of something.

"Has the constant temperature room been built?" Joseph asked in surprise.

"Yes, Your Highness. In fact, there was one failure in the middle. Mr. Rassenni and I invited the palace craftsmen to help, and finally we got it done. Now we can keep the temperature within 5 degrees Celsius, which is very important for refining. Tocopherol helps a lot.”

He looked at Joseph expectantly: "So..."

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Lamarck was anxious and said directly: "Your Highness, you said that if there is a constant temperature room, you can make a miracle medicine that can treat pneumonia, puerperal fever, black death and other terminal diseases. Have you forgotten? "

"Oh, yes, that's right." Joseph suddenly realized that Lamarck had come to ask for penicillin. I have been so busy recently that I have completely forgotten about this matter...

He nodded hurriedly and said: "Then, I will go to the pharmaceutical workshop tomorrow and tell you the production method."

Lamarck stood up excitedly, caressed his chest and said, "Great! Your Highness, if this medicine can be successfully produced, it will save countless lives!"

Joseph warned seriously: "Doctor Lamarck, this medicine is very important and must be kept absolutely confidential! Of course, I will also send guards to protect the pharmaceutical workshop."

"Please rest assured, I will never reveal a word to anyone!"

In the early morning of the next day, Lamarck couldn't wait to come to the Industrial Planning Bureau. Apparently it was still dark when he set out.

Joseph had a simple breakfast and was almost dragged into the carriage by him.

He had been engaged in food procurement all night yesterday, and at this time, his mind was still filled with wheat and bread... There was no way, there was really not much time left for him to prepare.

As the carriage jolted, Joseph remembered that the person sitting opposite him was the most powerful biologist in France. Maybe he would have some ideas: "Count Lamarck, is there any way to prevent crops from being destroyed by hail? Oh, that's it. Big hail.”

He said and raised his fist.

Lamarck frowned: "I'm afraid this is impossible, Your Highness. Even small trees may be damaged by such hail."

Joseph sighed helplessly, and then heard Lamarck continue: "Unless you are planting potatoes, it is possible to save some harvest."

Joseph was startled for a moment, and his eyes gradually lit up.

yes! Why didn't you think of this? The main body of potatoes is underground. Although it is not the harvest season for potatoes in July, they are at least seven to eight minutes old.

This is infinitely better than having all the wheat and the like smashed to pieces!

Of course, there is still a drought this year, and the potato harvest should not be very good, but immediately promoting potato cultivation throughout France can still alleviate the famine problem to a certain extent.

Lamarck said and shook his head again: "But the French don't eat this stuff."

Joseph wondered: "Why do you say that? I often see mashed potatoes and other foods at the Palace of Versailles."

Lamarck smiled and said: "Only nobles eat this, and only in Paris."

"ah?"

“Don’t you know?” Lamarck spread his hands, “In the past, someone must have eaten potatoes with sprouts and got poisoned, so rumors began to spread among the people that potatoes were poisonous.

“Later, some people said that potatoes came from the ‘devil under the ground.’ Because they grew underground, they gave it the name ‘ghost apple.’ They thought it was an ominous thing and eating it would bring bad luck.

“After the rumors spread too much, people even said that eating potatoes would cause stroke, lung disease, and leprosy.

"Oh, anyone who understands knows that it's all nonsense, but ordinary citizens believe it. When there was a famine in Naples, the people there would rather starve to death than eat potatoes."

Joseph asked: "Then why don't the nobles care?"

Dr. Lamarck said: "This is all thanks to the great Queen. Dr. Parmontier believed that potatoes are excellent food and recommended this plant to the royal family.

"Her Majesty the Queen liked potato flowers very much, so she stuck it on her chest and tried the taste of potatoes. As you know, the nobles in the Palace of Versailles love to imitate Her Majesty's behavior."