I became a witch, but I started the industrial revolution

The nobles were obsessed with this automatic production machine, which increased production, was easy to maintain, and did not require high quality of workers. There was nothing more perfect than it in the world.

They also quickly figured out where to use them, mines and forges, steel smelting, weapons manufacturing, etc.

After selling these obsolete junk at a high price, Medea finally started to use his trump card.

Two things

One is the large-scale purchase of cotton and other textile raw materials at high prices, and the other is the large-scale dumping of cloth and ready-made clothes at low prices.

The industrial infrastructure of the four regions was launched in a coordinated manner. The mines were improved by laying railroad tracks, and the ore was transported to the newly built steel mills for smelting. The finished products were directly used in the production of new machines and the construction of factories.

After several industrialized textile factories were built, Mitia began to call on and mobilize women comrades to work in the factories, learning from the experience of the old textile workers previously trained by Astar. They were also the second batch of textile workers in state-owned enterprises.

By reducing production costs through mass production, large quantities of high-quality and low-cost cloth entered the Kingdom of Ovinia with the caravans and were immediately loved by everyone in the kingdom from top to bottom.

As for the large-scale bankruptcy of small handicraft practitioners, it did not cause any stir in the kingdom.

On the contrary, because the value of cash crops such as cotton soared, they were all captured by the small lords and forced to convert their farmland into cotton plants. Plantations sprang up all over the Kingdom of Ovinia.

And things like muskets naturally cannot be hidden. After all, Lord Astar became famous because of this battle.

Although they did not have the corresponding technical reserves, the Kingdom of Ovinia was able to draw inferences from one instance and actually developed a powder-loaded flintlock rifle.

Even though the firing rate was impressive because the barrel was loaded with powder, and the barrel would occasionally explode due to too much powder, it was still a usable musket.

This also made Medea marvel at the learning speed of the people in this world.

However, the production of their muskets was outsourced to large and small blacksmith shops. The caliber could not be standardized, the quality could not be guaranteed, and the power was even more uncertain.

Media has already developed to the metal bullet era, and its industrialized mass standardized production capacity far surpasses that of handicraft workshops.

The most important point is that making a muzzle-loading flintlock rifle by hand is already the limit. If we want to improve and enhance the craftsmanship of muskets, this requires the simultaneous cooperation of industry and science.

And Ovinia obviously did not have the ability to meet this requirement, and the nobles did not want to do so either. To them, manpower was the least valuable thing, and they had plenty of it.

As for the failure rate of muskets, that has nothing to do with them. They used slaves and poor people to form a musket team, and they didn't use them themselves, so it didn't matter if they killed a few people.

She only led the cotton and cotton cloth strategy, and she had no output of muskets, so for the imitative actions of the nobles of the Kingdom of Ovinia, Medea could only say "good thing they died".

Sending Ovinia into the semi-steam era and the cotton strategy was just laying mines to make the lives of the people of Ovinia even worse and accumulate resentment.

But the muskets really meant that the aristocracy was playing with fire, directly escalating the future riots she had envisioned into armed riots...

Although the muzzle-loading flintlock rifle is rubbish in every aspect, it is still capable of killing knights and low-level magicians at close range. Having the blacksmith shop produce it will undoubtedly spread the technology...

Even if Medea does not take action, he will not have a good time in the future of the Kingdom of Ovinia.

As for this, Medea was observing secretly with a happy attitude. She herself continued to develop quietly, and went to school from time to time to receive ideological education.

A modern army is more than just about having advanced weapons. It must be fully armed both physically and mentally. After all, if you don't conquer the mind, something else will.

Especially when Medea had offended the Holy See, she could not let the other party hold her life in her hands.

And there is one thing that the church must separate from, and that is medical care!

The church's deep-rooted influence allows them to select children with good light talents from the people of all countries, and eventually tame them into obedient priests.

These people have been baptized by the church since childhood and are naturally the most staunch supporters of the Holy See, while their healing abilities are something that the masses cannot get rid of.

If this cycle is not broken, not even Medea can do anything to the church.

Because having enough food and clothing is the right to survival, as are birth, aging, sickness and death. In fact, because she helped the people to have enough food and clothing, they would care more about the latter.

If this continues, Media will suffer more and the church will gain benefits for nothing.

So her next focus will be on dismantling the church.

First, we should vigorously develop scientific theories, find primary medical theory systems from the system to establish new schools, and we can also print some barefoot doctor manuals for emergencies.

The second is the most important thing now, and the thing she needs most urgently: 'Gallicin' and 'Penicillin'.

Allicin is the most basic antibiotic. It can kill bacteria by taking it orally without any side effects. With the current industrial level, it can be purified by low-pressure steam distillation.

Penicillin is also very simple, but the production is... let's not talk about it~ Allicin is simpler. The large-scale extraction of penicillin is currently difficult and requires a lot of manpower and equipment.

After these things became a trend, she dared to cut off the church's roots in absorbing talents and monopolizing medical care.

Medea becomes very irritated when thinking about the church. The pressure it brings to Medea is totally incomparable to that of the Kingdom of Ovinia.

Chapter 27 Grandma said she was not afraid of death, but she didn't know I was afraid

"Eat grass~"

A childish boy's cry echoed throughout the courtyard, and a middle-aged couple walked out of the wooden house:

"what happened?"

Seeing the girl squatting beside the cowshed and stuffing the grass into her mouth, the woman quickly stepped forward and snatched the grass from her hand: "Hey! I haven't given you food for only three days and you come to eat cow grass."

"I am hungry, please let me eat, Auntie."

"This cow belongs to a noble lord. If it starves, you should use your worthless things to compensate it? Besides, this cow can still plow the land after eating. What use are you to it?"

'Auntie, I'm hungry...'

"Okay, okay, there are some dirty clothes in the room, take them to her to wash."

"..."

The girl struggled to carry the half-person-high bucket towards home. From time to time, she turned around to look at the road ahead, being very careful for fear of spilling the river water in the bucket.

When she walked into the house with a bucket of water in her arms, her little face flushed, she saw her brother, who was playing in the water in her wooden basin, soaking the grasshoppers that his grandmother had made for him in the water.

She put down the bucket anxiously, squatted for a while holding the bucket with some strength, and then ran to her brother: "Give it back to your sister."

My brother immediately shook his head: "No!"

The girl begged him, "This will be ruined if it gets wet!"

"I said I won't give it to you!"

The boy slapped her hands as he spoke. The girl was afraid of making her brother cry and getting beaten by her aunt, so she could only say:

"Sister will be your big horse to ride, you return it to sister, okay?"

"it is good!"

"drive!"

She lay prone on the muddy ground, carrying her brother on her back and crawling laboriously on her knees in the yard. After crawling for a while, the boy would squeeze her abdomen with his legs together from time to time.

She was already hungry and felt waves of abdominal pain that were more severe than usual. Her vision began to go dark and her hands and feet lost strength.

"Go, go! Why don't you go! Go!"

An old voice sounded at the door: "What are you doing, you dead kid?!"

Then the girl felt her body lighten and she leaned gently to sit on the ground. She looked up at the white-haired old woman in front of her with surprise.

She picked up the boy and put him aside, reached out and pulled the grasshopper in his hand and put it in the girl's hand, then rushed into the house angrily.

"Mom? Ah!"

A crisp slapping sound was heard, and the old woman cursed loudly:

"The eldest brother's family was unlucky and encountered the war. All the family members died and only this little one was left. I said to raise him, but you said there was not enough food. Okay! I will go! I will go out and cultivate the land by myself, and you can give my share of food to the girl."

"You promised me, and this is how you act as an aunt? Is this how I asked you to take care of the child?"

"Mom, why did you hit me? Why didn't I give her anything to eat? What's the point of a girl just sitting around and eating and drinking for free without doing any work?"

"Why does she work? I didn't work for her? Which of your lands didn't I work on? Don't tell me nonsense. I can tell whether the child has eaten or not."

"Oh, mom, please keep your voice down, the neighbors shouldn't hear you..."

"Are you afraid that others will hear this? If you are afraid, then don't do it! Your brother treated you well when he was alive. Wouldn't you feel guilty about treating his child like this? Ah?"

"Okay, you don't want to raise them, right? I will! I will also take my share of the crops, and our two families will have nothing to do with each other from now on."

As she spoke, the old woman rushed out of the inner room with a nimble figure and walked quickly towards the kitchen. Then there was a sound of rummaging through drawers and cabinets.

The girl saw her aunt running into the kitchen barefoot and tried to stop her. Then there were two more crisp "slaps", followed by a woman's cry:

"Boss! Boss! Your mother is going to beat me to death!"

The man stood at the door and watched this scene helplessly. What's wrong with you? Do you want me to fight with my mother?

He waved his hand: "Let mother take it. Mother knows what to do. Come back now."

Soon, the old woman came out, carrying half a bag of food on her back. She looked at the villagers approaching the door and said loudly:

"You all have seen it. Today I am taking this girl away and taking half a bag of grain from their family. From now on, our two families will have no contact with each other. Please bear witness to this for me, an old woman."

After saying that, she walked up to the girl and pulled her up: "Girl, grandma will take you away and raise you."

The girl held the old woman's rough hand tightly and walked out the door under her force. The short grandmother looked unusually tall in the girl's eyes.

She followed her grandmother to her new home. The house was small, but very clean. There was a small field behind the house.

Grandma said that most of this land was unusable for growing crops and no one wanted it, so she decided to start growing crops and also built this thatched house on the land to guard it.

Grandma cooked a pot of thick rice porridge, and the girl had her first full meal after leaving her parents. At night, she squeezed into her grandma's warm arms, touched her warm belly, closed her eyes contentedly, and fell asleep.

Although she never had enough to eat again because she had to survive the winter, her grandmother would take her to dig wild vegetables and grass roots every day, so she had something to eat every day.

In this way, her grandmother helped her through the most difficult winter. In the early spring, the two of them worked hard to sow seeds on the small plot of land with smiles on their faces.

This piece of land was a scrap of land that no one else wanted, and no one wanted it either, but it could feed them.

"Xiao Ya's shoes don't fit her feet anymore. Wait until the wheat is ripe to exchange some copper coins for her to buy her a new pair."

Hearing her grandmother's words, the little girl who was washing the pot subconsciously looked at her shoes full of holes and shrank her feet shyly, but the feeling of the friction between her feet and the ground made her stop.

I looked at my grandmother's feet. She was not wearing shoes. I lowered my head and continued to wash the pot. Xiaoya whispered, "Grandma, I still have shoes. I'll buy you some first."

The grandmother who was sitting on the wooden bed sewing smiled and said, "You are so sensible, little girl, but grandma doesn't want it. Grandma is wearing shoes, but you are still young and can't see."

Looking at the wheat growing in the field day by day, Xiao Ya feels that she will be very happy if she continues to live like this.

But things did not go as planned. It seemed that it did not rain much this spring. Xiao Ya watched as the smile on her grandmother's face became less and less every day, and finally became solemn.

Until one day, her grandmother took her to the edge of the field, looked at the wilted wheat and sighed, "Little girl, God won't give us a way out."

Her grandmother took her to harvest the green wheat. She picked out the green wheat grains with heartache, watching her grandmother cook them, crush them into cakes, and also make vegetable cakes with the stems and leaves.

Grandma shaved off her long hair, changed her into dirty clothes, and took her out of the hut with the package on her back.