I became a witch, but I started the industrial revolution

Everything was progressing in an orderly manner, and Medea had a lot more free time. She also mobilized the women and children who had been taken in because of the famine.

The children are still young, and it is the period when their world views are being formed. She can teach them characters and basic scientific knowledge, which will subtly influence their thinking.

When these children grow up, they will be the first sparks of technology in this magical world.

The situation for women was much simpler. Medea would definitely develop the textile industry in the future. All she had to do was to let the women with good textile skills teach the others who didn't.

When the steam textile machine tools made of brand-new steel structure are successfully manufactured, we will let them receive training. When the textile industry expands in scale in the future, they will serve as a good management team.

"This character is pronounced '人'. Which student can tell me what this character means?"

Standing in front of a simple wooden board, Medea wrote the character "人" (human) with a carbon rod and asked the children in the audience.

"We are nobles, but the nobles say we are cattle and horses, and grandma says we are worse than cattle and horses."

A little girl took the initiative to stand up and answer the question, which stunned the noble Medea.

She always felt that she had heard this answer somewhere before.

Medea looked at her. It was also the first time that she observed the appearance of a child from the bottom of the world so carefully.

She distributed clean clothes to them, but her body was still like a dead branch that had fallen to the ground, as thin as dead bark, and full of the smell of impending withering.

If her hair wasn't tied into two braids, Medea wouldn't even be a girl.

Long-term hunger made the proportions of her head and body extremely disproportionate. The large and eye-catching head was not symmetrical with her body, and the pair of big gray eyes on it looked at her with timidity and nervousness.

"You are not cattle or horses, you are human beings."

Her voice echoed dryly in the room, and the only response was silence. Medea was speechless for a moment.

He walked down the stage slowly and came to the girl. The little girl looked at the carbon rod in her hand and subconsciously shrank her body.

Medea squatted down, put down the stick, reached out and held her little hand. The little girl was very obedient and did not resist.

Although she looked only seven or eight years old, her hands were covered with calluses and cracks, as well as stains and scars that could not be washed off.

It formed a stark contrast with her hands, which were as white as jade and without any flaws. If the hands were not very small, Medea would not have been able to tell that they were children's hands.

She touched it and found it rough and dry. She even felt that the carbon rod seemed to be better looking than her hand.

Children are the best reference to reflect the living conditions of a group.

Medea couldn't help but rub his nose and take a breath. No matter how many slogans or how grand the narrative was, they all seemed extremely empty and powerless in front of this hand.

But she still said gently and sincerely: "Teachers are also nobles, nobles are human beings, and you are also human beings. You are not cattle or horses."

"The purpose of the teacher standing here is to make you, to make this world no longer have the distinction between nobles and you, we should all be the same."

"I can go to school, so can you. I can have enough food to eat, so can you. I can learn painting, music, and anything I want to learn, so can you."

"You have to study hard with me and help the teacher to achieve this goal, okay?"

The little girl nodded obediently, and then asked carefully: "Okay... Teacher, can we really always have a full meal? My hungry stomach hurts, even more than my hands."

"Of course! I promise that you will have enough to eat in the future! You can even eat meat! Does your hand still hurt now? The teacher will ask a priest to come and check on you later."

'It still hurts a little, but I can breathe. My sister used to help me breathe when it hurt, but then my sister went to a very far place. Grandma said she was going to find my parents, and I had to stay with her, so I couldn't go yet.'

"...Then from now on, the teacher will be your elder sister. When your elder sister blows on you, it won't hurt."

Trying hard to control her emotions, she pursed her pink lips and blew gently into the little girl's palm. Looking at her happy smiling face, Medea told herself to always remember the appearance of this hand.

"Teacher, will I really be able to eat meat in the future? I heard them say it is the most delicious thing in the world."

"Yes! I promise!"

"Hehe, I believe you, teacher. I've eaten so much these past few days, it feels like a dream."

In the bedroom late at night, Medea tossed and turned in bed and could not fall asleep. What happened today was still lingering in her mind.

She was eager to change the status quo, but also had a strong sense of guilt.

Her promotion of industrialization can change the lives of ordinary people, but it will certainly not be smooth sailing. The vested interest groups will not sit idly by and wait for death, and there will inevitably be a bloody and tragic fight.

Where do the soldiers come from? Of course, they come from these young children. This is not a war that can be accomplished by one or two generations.

Perhaps except for her, most of them will never see the day when they can have enough food and warm clothes and everyone has access to education.

"Forget it, I don't want to."

Medea turned over and closed her eyes. This was not something she could have the final say in.

It's a life-and-death relationship.

The only thing she could do was to give ordinary people a chance to compete on the same stage with the nobles.

Anyway, if she loses, she will definitely be the first one to be burned at the stake. She herself can't guarantee that she will be the winner in the end, so why think so much?

However, what happened today also reminded her that having enough food is what ordinary people care about most, and only when they are full can they talk about other things.

The poor only want to eat, they don't think about anything else, they don't think about tomorrow, the future. They are exhausted just to have food to eat and survive today.

Having enough to eat is even more of a luxury. Only when this most basic problem is solved can we talk about dignity, hatred, and dreams.

It seems that the production of fertilizers also needs to be put on the agenda.

Chapter 11 Steam Locomotives and the New Army.

Time flies, five years have passed quickly

Magical calendar year 3233

Videl was walking in the city of Uruk with several of his generals and a small group of soldiers.

"The changes here are really huge."

"It feels almost the same as the capital, tsk tsk."

"Yeah, I feel like every time I go out for a walk on vacation, I feel like I've arrived in a new city that seems familiar."

The white-haired Videl listened to the whispers of several of his men behind him. He also remembered the bleak and solemn scene he saw when he first entered Uruk City five years ago.

It was in stark contrast to the current scene of people huddling and hawking goods. I was filled with emotion: "Ackerman, you old man, your luck is still so good that it makes people jealous."

After standing at the agreed location and waiting for about half an hour, a dusty carriage escorted by a cavalry team stopped in front of them.

Although the carriage looked inconspicuous, the eagle emblem of the Astaire family on its side made passers-by bow their heads in reverence.

The carriage was opened from the side door by the knight's operation, and a hand wearing a lace glove stretched out from inside. Videl stepped forward first, held it, and guided the other party to get off the carriage.

Seeing that it was Videl who led her personally, Medea, who was wearing a plain noble dress, was a little surprised, and a faint smile appeared on her red lips under the veil:

"Uncle Videl!"

Looking at the tall girl in front of him who was only half a head shorter than him, Videl sighed: "I didn't expect to see you again. You've grown up so much. Time flies."

Ovinia III only knew that Videl and Ackerman had been fighting for their entire lives, but he never thought that the two were just being tough on each other, and that their relationship was actually not that bad.

They are rivals, but not enemies. When Medea was two years old, Ackerman held her and Videl in his arms to show off.

Of course Medea remembered this. She had all the memories of her childhood and could understand the mutual respect between the two. Otherwise, she would not have requested to transfer Videl to the city defense.

After a brief greeting, several people walked together on the bustling Central Street to inspect people's living conditions.

The city of Uruk used to be the front line to block the Palia army. No one walked around freely during the day, and a curfew was enforced at night. The defenses were very strict.

But now, as trade between the two sides becomes more and more frequent, this important military city has become a transit station for the caravans on both sides, and both sides have tacitly not fought for five years.

A large amount of goods and money were gathered in the city of Uruk. The caravans needed various services, so business developed naturally and prosperity was very normal.

"I used to think that it was a wrong decision for you to expel the little nobles, but now looking back, I can no longer be sure of this idea..."

Medea smiled faintly upon hearing this: "Those estate owners need slaves, but I need the people. We can never get along well."

"Besides...it turns out that they can't do anything to me, right?"

Over the years, the small nobles who were expelled from the territory have been giving Medea a lot of scorn, but what's the use? The king can't do anything to her.

The Kingdom of Ovinia is a decentralized country that values ​​lords more than the king. The king's power is supervised by the great nobles across the country. If anyone dares to touch her, others will naturally suppress the king's arrogance.

Because Ovinia doesn't need a strong king, he just needs to stay in the palace and enjoy himself.

Videl shook his head and said softly, "It would be great if your grandfather thought the same as you do. He was smart all his life, but he made a fool of himself in this matter."

“It may not be what you think…”

Medea stopped in front of a building that was still closed, looked at the sign on the top of the building that read "Uruk Railway Station" and said:

"We have already repaid the kindness of the royal family of the capital for our Astaire family the moment my grandfather and father died."

Videl, who was still thinking about the meaning of her words, walked into the hall. The spacious hall diverted Videl's attention. He asked curiously:

"What is this place? Why is it so empty?"

Medea smiled upon hearing this and said, "Empty? Perhaps this will become one of the busiest places in Uruk in the future."

Walk all the way to the deepest part of the building, and after passing through the last door, the view suddenly opens up. The open-air platform is several times more spacious than the previous hall.

Below the platform are four steel rails that extend to the end of the sight.

Videl and his men also looked at these iron products with confusion. They could not connect these iron bars with anything they had seen before.

"Look! They seem to be trembling!"

A sharp-eyed officer pointed at one of the tracks and shouted. Others also looked over there and saw a slight tremor.

"Woo!!!"

Before Videl could ask her question, a sharp and piercing unfamiliar sound rang out in the distant sky.

As time went by, the vibrations of the steel rails laid with gravel sleepers became more and more obvious, and there were faint thunder-like rumbling sounds approaching.

The owner of the sound from far away finally appeared in everyone's sight. This was something they had never seen before.

White smoke continued to billow above his head, and he couldn't see how long the tail was. The vibrations and rumbling sounds made it approach them like an angry mountain dragon.

Someone finally couldn't hold it in anymore and screamed:

"Goddess! There's a monster!!!"

"What the hell is this thing! It's coming towards us!"

"General, please leave here with us first, it's dangerous!"

He ignored the shouting subordinates because he noticed that Medea's facial expression remained very calm.