I became a witch, but I started the industrial revolution

"Because it is the surplus value of the common labor of citizens, we vigorously build schools, infrastructure, welfare institutions, medical exemptions, free distribution of daily necessities, etc. to replenish the surplus value back to the citizens."

"We have to admit that different people can create different amounts of labor value, so the surplus value of labor varies. However, the intentions are the same, so the citizens of the alliance like to call each other comrades."

"Because everyone is creating value for this larger collective, the alliance must make the best use of this surplus value."

“Everyone gives their surplus value to the collective, so that those who are not doing well can live better, and so that talents and geniuses who may make the collective life better in the future can get more surplus value investment and continue to feed back to the collective.”

"Now that you can figure out the cause and effect, I will answer the question you asked earlier."

"Strong or weak does not conflict with our philosophy. We make the strong stronger and the weak better. We are a whole."

"Do you know how many parts a gun has and how many people it has passed through? Do you know how many people are involved in making a piece of clothing from the acquisition of materials to the final wear on you?"

"Can't we solve the differences between individuals? Why should we solve it? If I remember correctly, the average number of magic schools in a kingdom on the main continent is between 15 and 20, and the average number of students is about a few hundred."

"We don't have a magic academy, but we do have a classification of magic disciplines. The total number of students in a Union University is about three thousand, and there are about 500-800 talented students majoring or minoring in magic disciplines."

Senior Qin said with a smile: "There are nearly 160 such universities in the entire alliance, with an average of two to four per state."

"We never said we wanted to resolve individual differences. What we wanted to resolve were class differences. These are children of commoners. In your country, most of them will not live to see the day when they can demonstrate their magical talents."

Curtis's face changed when he heard this number: "No... Impossible! How can you afford so many magicians! Where do you get so many resources and mentors! Where do you get so many magic crystals! "

The training of a magician is by no means enough to have magical talent. It requires the training of mental strength and the understanding of elements. It requires not only a quiet residence, good food supplements, and the guidance of a mentor.

There must also be a large number of corresponding magic crystals for use. Through the logic of the energy operation inside the crystals, one can understand the principles of element mobilization and become familiar with the energy breath of specific elements.

Not to mention the need for systematic magic spell atlases, which aspect doesn't require money? Otherwise, why can the nobles control the entire group of magicians? The resources provided by the family behind them are no less important than the magic talent.

"You see, what I said before was in vain. This is the power of the collective!"

“Ordinary citizens are weak, but they can still help you who are strong. Maybe it’s just a piece of clothing when you are cold, a bowl of rice when you are hungry, or your back sweating in the mine.”

"Each individual in the group may be very small, but when they work together to form a tower, they can exert miraculous power. Even if the number is multiplied tenfold, we can still provide them with it!"

"They are all supported by the citizens of the Alliance. They know who gave them everything they have. They have longer lifespans and their faith is stronger because they themselves are witnesses of miracles and will become the protectors of the next miracle!"

Chapter 201 Sincerity is the ultimate skill

There is no hate without reason, and no love without reason. There is a cause for every effect.

The students watching around clapped crazily and cheered loudly. Senior Sister Qin waved to everyone around her, then slipped away with her mission accomplished.

Curtis opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but when he subconsciously sensed the crowd, he found that six or seven out of ten people had fluctuations of magical elements, so he closed his mouth helplessly.

Facts speak louder than words

All the students in the alliance who can go to college are regarded as the pride of their hometown folks.

When the admission letter is received, all the young and old in the village will come forward. Those who have money will donate money for tuition, and those who have food will donate food for meals. The local committee will also come to inquire about needs and award bonuses.

Before you leave, the village elders hold your hand and tell you to study hard, serve the country in the future, and benefit the village. When you go to university, you will have teaching subsidies, good accommodation and meals.

His pocket was filled with living expenses contributed by everyone, and his backpack was stuffed with food forced upon him by fellow villagers, including his second aunt's, uncle's, neighbor Aunt Wang's, and Ergou's at the end of the village.

A group of familiar and unfamiliar people are handing you something real for an expectation that is unknown whether it can be realized.

They sowed a cause and gambled on an unknown result.

The moment they stepped into the school, I believed that they all had the belief that they could bring better changes to the league and create a better life for the citizens.

A soldier will charge into battle and risk his life shouting slogans for the alliance and the citizens, and until the moment of his death he firmly believes that his efforts are worth it.

The young rural cadre goes to the fields and mountains to understand the specific needs and pain points and work hard to bring about change. He also firmly believes that his hard work is worth it.

The great magicians of the future will apply the skills they have learned to more areas of people's livelihood and create better living conditions for the collective.

As long as the collective is guided by the consideration of the entire nation and public welfare is thoroughly implemented, it can create a collective altruistic environment that is sufficient to influence or even change the selfish nature of individuals.

It's like being on a battlefield with a lack of supplies, water and food. At this moment, he has an apple in his hand. There is a group of people surrounding him, some injured and some not. Unfortunately, you are the most seriously injured and most likely to die.

But you are not dead yet, and you still have physiological needs.

Your throat moved, and your dry mouth couldn't even secrete saliva. At this moment, the apple appeared in front of you. It did not appear in the mouth of the strongest soldier as you expected, but in your mouth, the weakest.

Everyone knows that you are the most useless and will not create any value even if you eat it. Giving it to the strongest person can bring out the greatest value, but no one questions his decision.

No one knows if they will be the next person to be so fragile, or if they will be the one to be abandoned. But the other party told everyone in the simplest way: No!

If the law of the jungle is followed, then hyperandrogenic patients should dominate the world.

The survival of the fittest is their nature, but what makes people human is the human nature that is instilled in them through nurturing.

Strength and weakness are dynamic, but human nature is eternal.

Exchange sincerity for sincerity. Everyone for me, I for others, and then the empty slogan will become reality.

Before the moral and publicity systems completely collapsed.

Before people were alienated, no one would think that they deserved all this. Previous generations had taught their fathers through bloody lessons that hard work does not mean a reasonable return.

A 'reasonable' return means that the share he can exploit is reduced, so how can he give you a reasonable one?

You should pay, and the return depends on the master's mood. You are worth as much as he gives you. Do you dare to object?

That’s why we need to rely on the collective strength to say to him: No! Draft!

Medea, no, Senior Sister Qin slipped out of the college gate, bought a starch sausage covered with chili powder from a stall at the school gate, took a bite, and squinted her eyes with satisfaction.

Finally, I’m eating the junk food from my previous life again!

It's hard for her to secretly distribute recipes and promote the planting of chili and cumin on a large scale to lower the prices.

After showing off several of them, she touched her stomach and left with a strange look from the vendor. At this time, she was still imagining the taste of fried potato chips in her mind.

The thing truth fears least is debate. The more you debate, the clearer it becomes, because truth is a science that constantly adjusts and corrects itself, and can absorb all beneficial systems and ideas without scruples and continuously iterate.

All methods that can help achieve the ultimate goal can be accommodated.

God is invincible? Then so be it, since our ideal is not to destroy God.

And since so many strong people can be born in a semi-feudal kingdom

As long as the foundation of the national welfare system does not experience structural shaking, it will be easier for the collective to produce more strong people.

Preserve the principles of heaven and eliminate human desires? No, no, no, it's just replacing low-level desires with lofty ideals

The strong ones in the group will naturally become the dominant force of the group. They will receive part of the collective public power and become the helmsman of this big ship.

At this stage, ordinary human desires are already within their reach, so there is no need to continue to twist themselves into the endless quagmire of emptiness of desire.

She doesn't mind that some homosexuals like to enjoy themselves, and she doesn't even care how many women they have sex with each other at night. Personal enjoyment is unlikely to shake the foundation of the country. As long as the development is positive, the public will be very tolerant of you making some money in private.

But she must not lead the big goal astray, don't dream of turning the public house into her home, and don't dream of giving titles to all the dogs in the village. She doesn't mind using some of her free time to knock down the crooked building that he had worked hard to build for decades.

Personal desires are endless. If one cannot even control this, then he does not deserve power at all. He is more suitable to live an honest life as a commoner. At least he will not bring disaster to his entire clan.

As soon as he raised his foot, Medea staggered two steps and felt like there was a heavy object on his back.

Fenica sniffed and breathed into Medea's ear: "Sister, sister, you smell so good~"

Mitia half-crouched helplessly: "Come down quickly, this is on the street."

"Hey hey hey..."

Fenica didn't hesitate and got off her back obediently. She waited until Medea stood up again, then threw herself into her arms and rubbed her hard.

Medea looked down and saw that the other person was also disguised like her, wearing a female high school uniform, with the devil horns on his head hidden, and short purple hair, which made him look quite pure and cute.

Of course, that's on top of the fact that she didn't open her mouth to speak. Once she opened her mouth, it was like she was injected with two bottles of high-concentration pink potion and was full of flaws.

Taking advantage of his height, Medea put his arm on her shoulders and continued walking forward: "How does it feel to go to school?"

"Hmm... it's okay, but there are a lot of things I don't understand that made the homeroom teacher cry."

Medea: "...What did you say to make someone cry?"

"You smell so good."

"Okay, okay, I know, let's be serious."

"I mean you smell good."

Medea: "......"

"You said that in front of the whole class? You're amazing! I guess I have to introduce a law to prevent homosexual harassment. It's my fault for not sending you to jail."

'Stop, stop!'

Chapter 202 Jiojio can show off in my mouth

The border between the United Kingdom of Shoro and the Britian Empire

A team of Xiao Luo's soldiers drove a carriage covered with black cloth to the border under the cover of night. They were smart enough not to move forward but stopped on the spot.

This place is about 800 kilometers away from their target, Bost City, but this is enough.

Lifting the black cloth covering the carriage, the soldier asked curiously, "Hey, what kind of weapon is hidden in this carriage that can be released here to hit Bost?"

"Don't talk nonsense. We didn't hit them, we killed them. There are living monsters in here!" Another soldier turned pale, as if he had thought of something.

"Don't brag, haha. There are more than 100,000 people in Bost City, and the garrison is less than 20,000. If one of us goes there, we will be drowned by the spit of others."

"You, I'll see you when I see you. This is a gift from the goblins to our prince, and the prince is very satisfied." The soldier was a little upset that others said he was bragging, but thinking that he didn't know much, he just let it go.

Both the inner and outer layers of black cloth were torn off, revealing the true appearance of the carriage. The material of the carriage was no different from ordinary wood, but it was almost completely filled with dense silver inscriptions.

The complicated silver patterns, one layer upon another, made the soldiers who saw them feel a little upset, as if they had a special ability to disturb the mind.

The soldier who laughed at his comrades at first was very brave. After untying the chain on the door, he opened the door and stuck his head in to see the monster's true appearance.

In the dark carriage, a petite figure sat in a corner with her hands on her knees and her head down. She was barefoot, and her snow-white, tender little feet were exposed to the air.

The soldier's eyes flashed with passion when he saw this. He didn't think the other party looked like a monster at all. She was clearly a cute little loli~

He just laughed strangely: "Hehe, little cutie, why aren't you wearing shoes? Are your feet cold? Come into uncle's arms and let uncle warm them up with his mouth."

The petite figure raised her little head buried between her knees in response to the sound. A pair of watery black vertical pupils on her fair and tender face looked at the soldier in confusion, and a pair of black cat ears on top of her head moved back and forth.

The soldiers around heard the strange accent of this guy and came over curiously to see what was going on. When they saw that it was a little loli who posed no threat at all, they all laughed strangely.

He was completely unaware that the silver inscription on the outside of the carriage was fading away at a very fast speed.

A hint of red light slowly appeared in the girl's dark vertical pupils, and instantly covered her entire eye sockets.