Chapter 411 Queen Mary’s Birthday Celebration (Please vote for me)
It can be said that soda ash is the “condiment” of industrial production. Historically, the industrial production of soda ash opened a new era in the chemical industry and further affected the entire industrial field.
In this era, France has already stood at the top of the European chemical industry with the latest achievements of Lavoisier and his wife!
Mariana suddenly remembered something and turned to look at her husband:
"My dear, I heard from Perna that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince mentioned that he would give you the title of Baron after the casein gum factory is officially put into operation?"
This kind of royal title belongs to the ranks of sword-wearing nobles, and is completely different from the bought and robed nobles at the bottom of the noble chain. It is usually only used to reward a very small number of people who have made significant contributions.
Lavoisier smiled and nodded: "I originally wanted to give you a surprise, but I didn't expect you to be so well-informed."
Mariana immediately hugged his neck with joy, jumping up and down like a little girl: "So, we will also be what others call 'upper class' in the future, haha."
Lavoisier smiled and said: "But in this case, you will have to often socialize with the ladies in the Palace of Versailles."
"I'll hide in the lab and pretend I wasn't invited."
Mariana blinked her eyes slyly, and suddenly hugged her husband tightly, and said shyly in his ear: "Then, do we have to solve the problem of the Baron's heir as soon as possible?"
"Of course!"
Seeing that there was no one around, Lavoisier picked up his wife, lowered his head and kissed her...
November 2, 1789.
Today is Queen Mary's 34th birthday.
Originally, at this time in history, Marie Antoinette and her family were leaving the Palace of Versailles under the escort of French citizens, and headed for the Tuileries Palace, which had been abandoned for many years and was in dilapidated condition.
At this time, she was sitting in her dressing room, listening to the band playing, surrounded by makeup artists, hairstylists and seven maids, happily preparing the dress for her birthday party.
There was a knock on the door, and the maid came in with Brian.
The chief minister bowed and saluted Queen Mary, who was sitting in front of the mirror, and first praised:
"Your Majesty, has God concentrated all the splendor and beauty of the world on you alone? You will definitely make the women of Paris breathless with envy.
"Well, Your Majesty, please forgive me for having to interrupt you for a moment."
He said, placing a document on the small round table next to him: "This is the final revised draft of the treaty, and you need to sign it as soon as possible. You know, it will be at the port of Le Havre in five days Officially signed."
"Thank you for your compliment." Queen Mary smiled and nodded, took the quill and signed her name at the end of the text.
As for the contents inside, she had learned about it in detail from the Crown Prince a few days ago. The treaty was very beneficial to France. No, it should be said that it made enough profits.
She sighed in her heart that her son was really becoming more and more capable. This time, only a very small cost was invested in the Far East, in exchange for Britain's suspension of intervention in North Africa. Even getting Britain to promise to give up protection for the guy who instigated the Corsican rebellion, and some other gains she didn't quite understand...
She handed the document back to Brian, looking across the busy dressing room, the smile on her face became wider. If Joseph hadn't helped him handle these government affairs, perhaps he would still be discussing with ministers how to deal with the troubles in North Africa. How could he enjoy the relaxation and comfort at this time?
Queen Mary watched Brian leave, gestured to the mirror, pointed to the coconut-sized golden birdcage on the side, and said to the hairstylist:
"Can I put that on now?" "Of course, Your Majesty."
The queen flipped a small switch on the birdcage, and the metal nightingale in the cage fluttered its wings and poked its head out, making a chirping sound.
"Ah! How perfect!" The hairstylist waved the silk handkerchief and praised at the side, "His Majesty the King's hands must have been blessed by God!"
Yes, this wind-up birdcage hair accessory was Louis XVI's birthday gift to his wife - a lifelike mechanical bird that fully automatically rotates, opens doors, and moves its whole body, and can emit more than a dozen sounds. Its complexity exceeds the most sophisticated nowadays. several times the clock.
Not long after, melodious and cheerful music came from the direction of Versailles Palace.
Queen Mary stood up, admired her luxurious dress back and forth with satisfaction, and then headed towards the palace theater with the slowly rotating birdcage on her head.
While the Palace of Versailles was celebrating the Queen's birthday, the Royal Navy's third-class battleship "Ajax" was sailing through the cloudy Bay of Biscay. Its destination will be the remote Indian peninsula.
In an inconspicuous wardroom on the second floor of the battleship, Marquis Wellesley lit his pipe and took a deep puff.
After resigning as Foreign Minister, he no longer had those people who were close to him, but he experienced a rare sense of tranquility.
He took out the map around Mysore that he carried with him and spread it out on the table. From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a letter being taken out of his pocket and dropped to the ground.
It was a letter from Cornwallis, the Governor-General of India, which had just been sent to London the day before yesterday. It introduced the war situation in India in detail.
Marquis Wellesley couldn't help but frowned, feeling annoyance and anxiety filling his heart. He was reminded of the "simple forts" built by the Mysoreans that Cornwallis had mentioned.
Before boarding the ship, he was confident that as long as he arrived in India, the Mysore people who had lost French support would soon be defeated by him.
However, after a whole day of careful thinking, he finally discovered that there was no good way to deal with that "fortress".
He is likely to suffer another defeat in India...
U.K.
London.
On the avenue northwest of St. James's Palace, a black carriage sped past.
In the car, a white-haired old man in his sixties looked at the young man opposite, and finally couldn't help but said:
"Wyndom, I still don't think it would be a wise decision to take over as Foreign Secretary at this time."
The young man with sunken eyes and a somewhat Scottish appearance was the new British Foreign Secretary, Lord William Wyndham Grenville.
Grenville showed a simple smile:
"Uncle, you see, right now our prime minister must quell the anger of the Whig Party. And I'm afraid I am his only candidate."
After experiencing successive "strategic mistakes" by the two foreign ministers, the Duke of Leeds and the Marquess of Wellesley, Pitt faced tremendous pressure from the Whigs in the cabinet. As a result, he prepared to compromise with the Whigs by appointing a Whig as the new foreign secretary.
And he played another trick and chose Lord Grenville, a member of the Grenville family who was in alliance with his family and also his best friend.
(End of chapter)