France's Greatest Biologist

Joseph was somewhat embarrassed by Besançon's praise. "Well, the ingenuity of the Public Toilet, huh?"

But he can also understand that, after all, if he had not intervened, it would have been half a century before the first public toilet appeared in Paris. 👤♩ 6➈ ♥👌

He continued, "Oh, and trash cans. Every 200 to 300 feet along the main streets of Paris, there's a large stone bin so passersby can throw their trash in."

Besançon nodded repeatedly as he listened, then a question occurred to him, and he hurriedly said, "Your Highness, building these Public Toilet and garbage cans will probably cost a lot of money, and many people will be needed to maintain them in the future."

As expected of the Police Commissioner, he immediately grasped the deeper meaning. Joseph nodded. "The construction costs will be covered by Finance funding, and management can be handled by your ' Daily Affairs Team '."

"Hmm, removing the excrement from Public Toilet can be used as fertilizer; someone should be willing to do it. The ' Daily Affairs Team ' only needs to do some cleaning; they should be able to handle it."

Besançon hesitated for a moment, then said, "Your Highness, the citizens might not be very cooperative..."

"You have people put up some notices on the streets, and I'll have the newspapers do the publicity," Joseph thought for a moment and said, "Let's call it the ' Beautiful Paris ' movement."

"Oh, of course, the Police are mainly responsible for supervision. People who urinate or litter indiscriminately should be promptly reminded and warned, and those who repeatedly violate the rules should be punished by cleaning toilets."

After Besançon left, Joseph looked out at the empty streets and muttered to himself, "Perhaps we could lay some Wooden Railway and start a city rail transit system. Hmm, with Wooden Railway, a two-horse Carriage should be able to carry more than ten people. It would also allow the Craftsman to familiarize themselves with the technique of laying tracks, which will be very useful in the future."

"Sigh, everyone needs money... Why is France so poor?"

Eman's voice came from outside the door. "Your Highness, Count Lamarck has arrived."

"Oh?" Joseph was somewhat surprised and quickly said, "Please invite him in."

The door opened, Lamarck stepped forward with a broad smile, bowing respectfully. "Your Crown Prince, I went to the Versailles Palace to look for you, but they told me you'd moved here, so I came to see you. Seeing that you look well, I'm relieved."

"Please have a seat." Joseph bowed in return. "This is all thanks to Doctor Perna's frequent checkups."

"It's what she should do." Lamarck smiled and nodded, then took out another Glass, saying, "Look, this is the latest extracted Tocopherol; it's very pure."

Joseph took the small bottle and saw that it contained a light yellow powder, which was very fine.

"Your skills are truly superb."

"Oh, this is all thanks to the Constant Temperature Room you had built." Lamarck's eyes were fixed on Joseph, as if reminding him of something.

"The Constant Temperature Room is already built?" Joseph asked in surprise.

"Yes, Your Highness. Actually, we failed once in the middle, but Mr. Lasenne and I asked the court Craftsman for help, and we finally succeeded. Now we can keep the temperature within 5 Degrees Celsius, which greatly helps in the extraction of Tocopherol."

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

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Lamarck grew anxious and said directly, "Your Highness, you said that if Constant Temperature Room, a miraculous medicine could be made to cure incurable diseases such as Pneumonia, Puerperal Fever, and the Black Death. Have you forgotten?"

"Oh, yes, that's right." Joseph suddenly realized that Lamarck had come to ask for Penicillin. He had been so busy lately that he had completely forgotten about it...

He nodded hurriedly and said, "Then, I'll go to the Pharmaceutical Workshop tomorrow and tell you the production method."

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

Joseph then solemnly instructed, "Dr. Lamark, this medicine is extremely important; it must be kept absolutely secret! Of course, I will also send Guard to protect the Pharmaceutical Workshop."

"Please rest assured, I will not reveal a single word to anyone!"

The next morning, Lamarck couldn't wait to arrive at the Industrial Planning Bureau; clearly, it was still dark when he set off.

Joseph ate a simple breakfast and was practically dragged into the Carriage.

He spent all night yesterday dealing with food procurement, and his mind is still full of Wheat and bread... There's no way around it, he really doesn't have much time left to prepare.

As the Carriage jolted along, Joseph remembered that the person sitting opposite him was France's most brilliant biologist; perhaps he would have a solution. "Count Lamarck, is there any way to prevent crops from being destroyed by hail? Oh, hailstones this big."

He raised his fist as he spoke.

Lamarck frowned. "That's probably impossible, Your Highness. With hail like that, even small trees could be damaged."

Joseph sighed helplessly, and then Lamarck added, "Unless you plant Potato, there's still a chance to salvage some of the harvest."

Joseph was taken aback, then his eyes gradually brightened.

That's right! How come I didn't think of that? The main body of the Potato is underground. Although it's not Potato harvest season in July, it's at least seven or eight tenths grown.

This is infinitely better than having Wheat or other crops completely smashed!

Of course, there is also a drought this year, so the Potato harvest is unlikely to be very good, but promoting Potato planting throughout France immediately can still alleviate the Famine problem to some extent.

Lamarck shook his head again as he spoke, "But the France don't eat this stuff."

Joseph asked in confusion, "Why do you say that? I often see food like mashed Potato at the Versailles Palace."

Lamarck chuckled, "Only Nobility eat this, and only in Paris."

"Ah?"

"Don't you know?" Lamarck shrugged. "There must have been someone who ate Potato with sprouts and got poisoned, so rumors started circulating that Potato were poisonous."

Later, some people said that Potato came from "Devil underground". Because they grow underground, they even gave them a name called "Ghost Apple" and believed that they were unlucky and that eating them would bring bad luck.

"After the rumors spread, people even said that eating Potato could cause Stroke, lung disease, and leprosy."

"Oh, everyone knows that's all nonsense, but ordinary citizens believe it. Back when there Famine in Naples, the people there would rather starve to death than eat Potato."

Joseph asked, "Then why don't the Nobility care?"

Dr. Lamark said, "This is all thanks to Her Majesty the Her Majesty the Queen. Doctor Parmentier thought Potato were an excellent food and recommended this plant to the Royal House."

"Her Majesty the Queen loved Potato flowers, so she wore one on her bosom and even tasted Potato. You know, the Nobility at the Versailles Palace love to imitate Her Majesty's behavior."

(End of this chapter)