I became a witch, but I started the industrial revolution

"Grandma, where are we going?" The little girl carrying a small package was a little curious.

"Hey, let's go to the Marquisate. A drought is coming! Here, eat a green cake first. You can't eat too much of this, or you'll get bloated. Let's see if there's anything edible on the way and dig some more."

Xiao Ya didn’t know what drought was, but she knew that she would go wherever her grandma went.

They walked along the way, looking for anything edible. Occasionally, an adult in iron armor would snatch their packages and look through them. When they saw the tree bark and green biscuits in the packages, they would just throw them on the ground in disgust.

Grandma didn't say anything when she saw it. She just bent down and thanked Xiaoya profusely, took her hand and picked up the package and left. She whispered to Xiaoya:

"From now on, when you see these nobles, don't speak or look up at them. Just do whatever they tell you to do. In their eyes, our lives are not as good as cattle and horses. You have to be obedient to survive. Do you understand?"

It was not until the green on the roadside gradually turned yellow and withered, until it became increasingly difficult for them to get water, and until more and more people were traveling with them, that Xiao Ya gradually understood the meaning of drought.

She didn't know how long she and her grandmother had been walking, but both of their packages were empty and discarded by her grandmother, while her grandmother secretly stuffed a green pancake into her arms.

They rested less and less, and finally they were almost always walking. She only remembered in a daze that she often appeared on her grandmother's back.

It was not until they stood at the gate of a big city that grandma hugged her and fell asleep against the city wall. The big brother in iron armor who came over did not drive them away like the uncles before, but took out a water bag and handed it to the little girl:

"Here, boy, give your milk some water."

Xiaoya took the water bag and carefully fed some to her grandmother before returning it to her, saying softly, "Thank you, brother."

The young man was stunned when he heard the voice, looked at her carefully, and pushed the water bag back: "Drink it and give it to me."

The little girl remembered her grandmother's previous instructions, and drank the water in the bag obediently. She licked her lips greedily, and then handed the water bag back, and the other party accepted it.

The young man stood up and took two steps. After hesitating for a moment, he took out half a pancake from his arms and stuffed it into the little girl's hand before leaving.

She and her grandmother stayed outside the city for several days, and more and more people gathered around them. Every day, her grandmother held her tightly in her arms, hiding next to a person dressed like the big brother before, and refused to let go.

She felt a pain in her stomach, but she didn't dare tell her grandmother. Every time she told her grandmother, she would feed her some biscuits, but she had never seen her grandmother eat them.

Until one day she saw many horse-drawn carriages appearing at the city gate, and the quiet crowd around her suddenly became noisy.

She felt a chill on her head, and heard her grandmother's hoarse voice:

"Here it comes! It's really here! I was right, old lady. The little girl is saved."

The crowd rushed towards the carriage, from which came the aroma of food.

She and her grandmother were also squeezed into the crowd. Her grandmother's previously strong arms were no longer able to exert force because they were hugging her. They were squeezed out of the crowd, getting farther and farther away from the carriage.

"Start lining up! Children and women are given priority. Those who make trouble and cut in line will not get any food! Don't worry, everyone will get food."

Xiao Ya saw an ugly uncle standing on the stage and shouting loudly, and then she felt the suffocating feeling of being unable to breathe disappeared.

She could vaguely see a large pot emitting a fragrant aroma in the distance, and in the mist she seemed to see the goddess her grandmother had mentioned.

The little girl was pulled in front of the goddess by her grandmother in a daze, and then her grandmother took the food, blew it to warm it, and put it to her mouth. She took a sip, and the warm current flowed into her stomach, making her feel very comfortable.

She didn't understand what the goddess said later, but from then on someone took her and her grandmother to live in the house, and they no longer had to sleep standing in the corner at night.

There is also enough water and food to drink here, so my stomach doesn’t hurt anymore.

There was also a very pretty elder sister who took her into a big house and told the little girl that she would study there in the future and that as long as she studied hard, she would have food to eat and she didn't have to work.

Here she saw the goddess again. She stood up and answered the goddess's question. The goddess touched her hand and said she wanted to be her sister.

Everything was obviously fine now, but grandma couldn't eat. She couldn't even swallow the delicious meat she had secretly brought back.

Many people came into the room, and finally left. Xiaoya held her grandmother's hand tightly, and her grandmother said to her:

"Grandma, you are so old now, you have lived enough. Your damn grandpa has never tasted meat in his life. I have tasted it. It's time to go find Xiaoya's father, mother and sister."

"Xiaoya will have someone to take care of her in the future. I am not afraid of death."

Grandma said she wasn't afraid of death, but she didn't know I was afraid...

Betty looked at the small grave in front of her, took out a yellowed grasshopper from her arms and put it into the fire: "Grandma, the little girl has grown up safely. From now on, there will be no more unwanted children in this country."

She stood up, brushed the dust off her knees, picked up the military cap beside her and put it on her head. She looked back at the grave surrounded by wheat again, then turned and left.

It took her ten years to escape from here and come back. Everything has changed. Fortunately, her grandmother is still there and has a piece of land of her own that no one else can take back.

"Where have you been?"

Medea, who was surrounded by a crowd and conducting a field survey in the village, saw Betty coming back and asked casually.

Betty smiled and said, "Sister, it's okay. I'm just taking a look."

Chapter 28: / rule, we are , you are .

Medea walked around the village, looking for the most dilapidated houses to go in and talk to the people.

In principle, she is not here to cause trouble for others, but to find out what shortcomings there are in their work.

She has visited many such villages. The more remote the village, the more she wants to visit. Everything else is fine, but as long as one family is not well fed, there must be something wrong with the local leadership team.

This is the aspect that Media has been most strict on. The nationalization of land reform has reduced land taxes to the lowest level, and the government is in control of sources such as fertilizers and seeds.

The land of families with insufficient members or elderly widows and widowers is rented back to local troops for cultivation, and they can get cash grain if they pay some harvest.

If all the policies are implemented, there will be no principled issues such as not having enough to eat, unless some people want to go the aristocratic annexation route~ then she doesn't mind killing everyone until they retract their claws.

Fortunately, we did not find such problems. Basically, we were able to make ends meet, but we could still afford three meals a day. The only problem left was that the land's production could not keep up with this.

She actually has a solution to this problem. At present, the price of food is maintained at a relatively high market price because it is a necessity.

If she allowed people to engage in industry and commerce, they could have some extra income to balance their expenses.

The most important thing is that if industry and commerce have her support, they can launch a dimensionality reduction attack on all surrounding countries and enrich themselves by reaping foreign wealth.

Build bigger factories, hire more workers, and make more products. When ordinary people have money, the products can be circulated. By increasing taxes, she can subsidize the price of grain and lower the price of grain.

However, having said that, the specific implementation plan and how to limit and prevent the emergence of big capital in the future is another problem.

Medea thought about it and asked the old man beside him: "Old village chief, are there any craftsmen in our village?"

"what?"

"It means someone who has a skill, such as carpentry or blacksmithing."

"Ah, there are some. For example, Carl's family has inherited the carpentry skills from their ancestors. The stools and tables they made are very sturdy and durable. His family is still making them now."

"It's just that the price is a bit too high. Ordinary people like us can't afford it. Most of them still make a living by farming and occasionally take on small jobs to earn some pocket money."

"Then come on, take me to his house. I want to know the details."

"Okay, Commander. Please follow me."

Mitia and his group followed the old village chief to visit Carpenter Karl's house and chatted with old Karl.

"It takes a lot of time and effort to make a stool or table. It's hard for us to lower the price because of the time it takes. Otherwise, we might as well just farm honestly..."

Medea squatted down and looked at their so-called carpenter's tools, and asked:

"In other words, as long as you have good tools to improve your efficiency, the cost will be reduced, right?"

"Ah? Yes sir."

Medea nodded thoughtfully:

"I understand. During this time, you can pay more attention to the government notices posted in the town, or wait for the civil servants to come down and explain to you. The government will issue a batch of new machines to you. We will discuss the details of how to get them when the time comes."

"Okay! Thank you, sir!"

"You don't have to call me sir. If you can, call me Ms. Medea. I actually prefer the name comrade."

"..."

After returning to the Commander's Mansion, Medea began to plan the next industrial plan. She had always subconsciously assumed that industrialization would hit small family handicraft workshops, and this was indeed the case.

But she seems to be able to use a relatively reasonable policy to help these people in her territory transform, rather than waiting for them to exit in disgrace.

First of all, the state-owned enterprise model must be ruled out. This model will only be used in basic people's livelihood that requires a stable safety line, national defense and military industry, and high value-added luxury goods.

These three correspond to people's lives, national security, and tax sources. The latter can provide reverse subsidies for the former two, so they must be held in the hands of the state.

It cannot be nationalized, but it cannot be completely liberalized either, because an absolutely free market economy means disorder and chaos. It is a world where the winner takes all and gets fatter and fatter.

But complete control is not possible, and no control is not possible either. So what should we do specifically?

Medea’s idea is to take a compromise solution: private ownership, but not complete private ownership.

She hopes that in this world she can suffocate as many capitalists as possible in the placenta!

She would initially issue a decree to split off a portion of the military factory to specialize in civilian machinery.

For example, if the labor cost of carpenters is high now, we can develop and manufacture a batch of equipment such as cutting machines needed by sawmills.

These equipments are then rented to certified carpenters in the form of interest-free loans, allowing them to manufacture goods quickly and at low cost.

If he then develops and turns from a small workshop into a small factory and needs to hire workers to work with him, then at this point he needs to go to the newly established department to apply to create a company.

The key point is that if his application is approved, he will have legal and compliant company licenses and qualifications, and the factory will be transformed into a company, and it will become a joint-stock company.

The things he produces can be sold through official caravans after inspection.

The company adopts a dual equity mechanism of real and virtual shares. Real shares have management rights, ownership and voting rights, while virtual shares only have dividend rights.

At the beginning, the real shares are fully owned by the boss, but starting from the tenth employee joining the company, the company will automatically set up an employee committee, and the employees will vote and elect the chairman.

This employee committee will automatically take 10% of the actual stock profits at the legal level to distribute dividends to these ten employees.

The actual shares of the employee committee will increase with the company's rating, size, total assets, and number of employees, up to a maximum of 99%.

Employees do not hold shares themselves, but receive a share of the profits from the allotment of shares of the staff committee after joining the company, so they are called virtual shares. If they leave or are fired, the shares will be automatically taken back by the staff committee.

The real shareholders are the employee committee and the boss. Even if the boss holds as little as 1% of the actual shares, it can serve as a source of his right to manage the company. In principle, the employee committee does not interfere with management.

Of course, the minimum for real shares is 1. For virtual shares, the boss's subscription share can be capped at 20%, which means that he can earn up to % of the company's total profit, and the remaining % belongs to the employees.

Whether a company can make money and how much it can make becomes a question that is closely related to everyone in the company. Everyone has his or her own value.

This idea is fine, but it would be very difficult to implement in practice, so Mitia merged the accounting and auditing and tax departments and directly integrated them into the company.

Every company that reaches a certain size must apply for accountants and auditors specially trained by the state. Their salaries are paid by the state, and they are in a parallel but independent state with the company.

Above them is a general tax department that has the authority to monitor the company's cash flow at any time so that they can collect taxes accurately.

Simply put, Medea set a profit threshold for capitalists who have not yet been born. No matter how big a company you create, you must give 80% of the company's profits to your employees.

This is the Pareto Principle as understood by Medea.

In order to tie his hands, Mitia separated the finances of his company, and the State Taxation Department directly stabbed him in the face, and as a last resort, there was the employee committee.