I became a witch, but I started the industrial revolution

But when you interview, don't do it in Chang'an, go to Hebei and ask this question again, and ask the local people whether they recognize that the Tang Dynasty was their peak.

The nobles are the nobles, the aristocratic families are the aristocratic families, and you are you. What is yours is yours, and what is not yours is not yours.

It is true that if Medea left those old aristocratic alliances behind, they could develop better and more gloriously, but she would rather not have such glory.

As long as the general direction is correct, it is inevitable that society will move forward before completely digesting the cutting-edge theoretical science. It is not created by one or several genius aristocrats. Their presence or absence does not affect the overall situation, it is just a few years earlier or later.

She firmly believes in the people's historical perspective and does not buy into the heroic historical perspective.

If the territory can be conquered by ordinary people, there is no reason not to believe that they can govern it better. If you don't believe them and instead believe the defeated so-called nobles, isn't that a typical case of turning against the heaven, eating with a bowl in hand and cursing when you put the bowl down?

Even the Tsar’s hydrogen bomb could not stop the march of time, nor could it stop the sun and the moon from rotating. Would the world stop rotating if the so-called aristocratic group was lost?

joke!

Counting back three generations, the nobles within three generations were a problem caused by the development of the alliance itself. The families that maintained the noble status for more than three generations were still able to exist and still appear on the stage of the alliance, which was her problem.

If you know a little bit, you should retreat if you should, and those who don’t will die!

Innocence? Genius? Retrogression? Loss?

Now, if you randomly pick out a local leader from the alliance, you will find that his family members are either farmers or workers for several generations. This is what she cares about.

She doesn't care about the rest.

If the meat is rotten, it is rotten in the pot of one's own people.

Note, this is our own people.

Even though Veronica was killing like crazy now, cleaning up so many people who said I was someone's son and I didn't dare to spend a penny on them, they all had one thing in common, that is, there were a group of workers or farmers behind them.

Because of the alliance's corporate system, workers have virtual shares. In other words, the companies of those local tycoons who were arrested all employ a large number of workers, and they all rely on the local giant companies for their livelihood.

Those tycoons do not dare to confront the unions head-on because of their shallow foundation. To a certain extent, the relationship between the two sides is mutually beneficial. Entrepreneurs need the influence of the unions in the alliance to pave the way for them.

Those with aristocratic backgrounds would be arrested the moment they showed up, and would not be eligible to participate at all.

Because the nobles are different, they occupy an area like cancer cells and will quickly spread the disease from mother to child and gather all the nodes into their own clan system for their own use. Those who are not related have long been eliminated in these links.

She didn't do anything. The previous history was the aristocratic history of the aristocrats, with one taking over and the other taking the stage.

Now it has simply become the struggle history of ordinary people. The script is still the same, but this time the spectators have become nobles, and their rise and fall, survival and death are just a string of insignificant numbers.

Just like they had done before, she took away their right to education, their possibility of having a say, blocked their minds, set the upper limit of their development, and prohibited them from participating on the big stage.

The entire alliance is telling them to work hard on the crops. As long as they do so, they will eventually become successful. If that doesn't work, they can check Feng Shui, or come to church to pray for a change of fate. At worst, they can do more good deeds so that they don't become old nobles in their next life.

Is there anything wrong with what she did? They used to do it this way.

With 5% of the population monopolizing 95% of the resources, they have created the illusion that they have a continuous stream of talented people and noble bloodlines. In the final analysis, she is just taking these resources back.

Even if these resources are invested in ordinary students, the alliance will still produce many talented people, and from time to time, a few psychics with mutated bloodlines will pop up, so it doesn’t really matter whether there are nobles or not.

just

Many spiritual kneelers just need a spiritual master to rely on.

The predicament of those descendants of nobles was deliberately created by her. It was obviously intentional.

If she hadn't been targeting him, there would have been no such strange problem as not being able to enshrine the statue. It was just that she, the culprit, refused to accept the other party's offerings.

She didn't even break up this group of people completely but gathered them together instead. In her heart, she might have been thinking of forcing them to learn from Xiang Yu and mobilize all nine clans to revolt.

This way she can catch them all in one fell swoop without having to look everywhere.

If they can really bear it, then let them bear it. Within a hundred years, these noble villages will gradually die out because there is no successor. A hundred years is not a problem for her at all. What she is best at is to wait for old men to grow old.

New assets and new industries will create new aristocrats, which is difficult for her to change, but new aristocrats are new aristocrats. After all, most of them cannot escape the structure of the alliance. In essence, they rely on the alliance for survival. They are more afraid than anyone else that this super aggregate will be deconstructed.

But the old aristocracy is just the remnant of the old era, and it should die with the disintegration of the old dynasty.

You were not born in Chang'an, so why should you feel sorry for the destruction of Chang'an, where the emperor fled nine times and the capital was lost six times?

Chapter 418 Eternal Prison

The old patriarch who was walking in front stopped, and the entire team stopped as well.

Following his gaze, he saw several middle-aged men and women in the middle of the street struggling forward, kneeling as they went. Each time they stood up they took only one step, then knelt on their knees and prostrated themselves towards the front, bowing deeply.

Su Chen then noticed that the center line of the hard paved road was worn smooth and unusual. Apparently, there were many people who did this.

Far away in the direction they were heading, a brilliant white light was rising into the sky. There was the Cathedral of Holy Light, the central building of the entire town.

"So superstitious..."

Su Chen complained quietly, and the old patriarch glanced back at him without saying anything, and explained to the young tribesmen: "The Holy Light Cathedral in Shire Town is the central node of the faith network in this area. It is responsible for opening village prayer ceremonies for village statues in various places, and is also the source of energy for the healing ability of clergy everywhere."

'Generally speaking, minor illnesses need to be treated early without the help of church nuns, and ordinary medicines can meet the needs.'

'But there are always people who are unwilling or worried about the cost and delay a minor illness until it becomes a major illness, which is a huge waste of precious faith energy.'

'The storage and consumption of the power of faith fluctuates every year. After all, natural disasters and man-made disasters are not regular. There will be a portion of surplus, which is the emergency reserve accumulated over the years. If you want the church to use this part of energy, you naturally have to pay enough sincerity.'

He looked at the people who were kneeling with every step and whispered, "Since the beginning of the alliance, they have regarded kneeling as the greatest insult to their dignity, because they have finally stood up again with great difficulty, and kneeling again will make everyone look down on them."

"They really need special help from the church, and the power of faith is accumulated by everyone. If you don't show enough sincerity, why should everyone help you?"

'These people's behavior is to kneel down for everyone to see. You can even scold them and they won't say anything back.'

The power of faith is far more than what the old patriarch said, but most of it is an invisible and subtle influence.

People's willingness to worship gods is essentially a yearning for a better life. Most of the power of faith is exerted on the environment around them, silently changing the surrounding environment.

The bulk of the power of faith is also used to resist natural disasters. Every intense energy consumption represents the offset of a disaster, so all places adopt a very cautious attitude towards the use of the faith pool. This thing can really change the fate of the people in a region at a critical moment.

To this end, various places have spontaneously established departments and organizations specifically responsible for reviewing and planning the use of religious power to avoid wasting a lot of insignificant resources.

After all, minor illnesses and disasters can be completely cured with current medical methods. There is no need to waste divine power. Reducing unnecessary losses may accumulate to produce miraculous effects.

Although the deity’s relief is indiscriminate, this problem can be avoided by simply keeping those people from falling within the direct coverage of relief.

Unless you are really embarrassed enough to kneel all the way to the church door to prove that you really need it.

'Don't laugh at them. If what they are doing is ridiculous, then what about us who are not blessed?'

The old patriarch's back hunched over: "They can still seek a way out by kneeling, but there is no way to heaven and no way to earth by kneeling, that's what we are talking about..."

Su Chen looked up at the beam of light in the distance: "My fate is in my own hands! One day..."

"Hey! Your cow has diarrhea!!! You will be fined 50 yuan for polluting the environment!" The sanitation worker shouted in dissatisfaction. He had felt that there was a problem early on, and it turned out to be true.

'Oh, sorry, sorry.'

Hillier and other young men were dissatisfied with the church, the queen, and the alliance. So was he? But he could not and did not dare to show it.

As an elder of the tribe, he had personally experienced and knew a lot of things. The various old tribes on this continent who could live in the God-forsaken land were the result of the alliance's extrajudicial mercy that they had sought after they had spent all their wealth and paid with their lives for merit.

The nobles who had actually fought against Seris, and the noble families who surrendered after the outcome was decided, were all exterminated.

The remaining ones are those who once served the Alliance and worked in the fields of education, magic research, etc. It is because their ancestors had contributed to the Alliance that they had the opportunity to stay in the bullpen and wait for the so-called amnesty.

But after the storm was over, they did not get their grievances redressed, but were treated like criminals.

All family members were cleared out of various fields by the alliance, and the vacant positions were filled. In addition, their family property was confiscated and they lost the trump card for turning things around, which led to their complete collapse.

In fact, even at this point they may still have a chance to turn things around. As long as they are given the opportunity to continue studying and doing business, relying on their accumulated knowledge of the social environment from years of being in high positions, they may not be unable to wait for the day of recovery.

After hundreds or even thousands of years of wealth and power, what they lack the least is long-term vision, and they will not be easily tempted by the little money and power in front of them. They know very well what they need to get in order to make the family prosperous for a long time. This is the most difficult foundation for ordinary people to achieve.

The cognitive vision of parents will determine the upper limit of their children. Perhaps it won’t take three generations for them to get back on the fast-growing express train of the league.

They didn't believe that the alliance would leave their talents unused. They saw a lack of elite talent and various scientific research fields coming to a standstill.

It's not that they look down on others, but it's a huge joke to say that a bunch of peasants who haven't even washed the mud off their legs and haven't even held a pen for a few years can turn themselves into experts and scholars.

But reality slapped them hard in the face. They no longer had to stay in the bullpen, but they were not reinstated either. The league did not restart them despite more than a decade of chaos.

The peasants may indeed not be presentable, but no one will always be a peasant.

In terms of education, their clan elders who are big names in the education field can only farm in the village. No college has re-employed them. There was once a school that contacted them, but later even the school was closed down.

Their children cannot enter any official public university. There is no special recruitment and no extrajudicial grace. If they cannot pass the political review, they will not get the opportunity for further studies, no matter how well the children study. This completely blocks their possibility of going from study to politics.

They didn't get a piece of the pie when college and junior college graduates could get jobs in government departments, and they didn't even have the chance to be workers, who also need political review...

They had struggled, tried hard, resisted, and begged for mercy. They had retreated step by step, but they could not get any mercy from the alliance.

This was an all-round blockade. The beams of light that shot straight into the sky were like invisible walls, blocking them outside without leaving any gaps.

They can't leave here, have no chance to go out, and can only rot here.

The family education, etiquette and upbringing that they were so proud of were of no use to them in cultivating the land under their feet.

The top magic bloodline can only make it a little easier for them to loosen the soil.

No one tells their foresight, and their brilliant resume does not bring any favor from God in terms of climate.

Having lost their money, status, and power, the younger generation is no longer so obedient to control, and more and more young women in the clan are marrying off to escape from this hell with no future.

All their pride is being shattered. The legitimate sons and daughters will quarrel over who gets to eat an extra bowl of rice. They will be ecstatic because the hen lays two more eggs. They will be worried over money and food.

The alliance was like cutting meat with a blunt knife, watching them degenerate bit by bit, turning little by little into the ordinary people who had been indentured to sell themselves in their huge estates centuries ago, becoming poorer and poorer the more they farmed, fit only to sleep in the cowshed, and never able to turn over a new leaf in their lives.

This time they had no chance to wait for the same opportunity as in the other world.

No matter they are mechanical experts, top professors, or geniuses that are hard to come by in a million years, this land is their eternal cage.

Chapter 419: The Cornerstone of Progress

In a very simple prison cell with fully upholstered walls and only a toilet, Marcos was curled up in a corner in prison clothes, his face looking very depressed.

The whole room is monotonous white, and the walls are wrapped with soft materials to prevent prisoners from committing suicide. The inner surfaces of the ceiling and floor are filled with tightly arranged wedge-shaped sound-proof glass fibers, which have strong sound-absorbing capabilities and can cause extreme mental torture to the prisoners.

In this room, ordinary people can clearly hear every pulse of their own heartbeat, the sound of blood rushing to their head, their breathing, their heartbeat, the gurgling symphony of their digestive system, and very severe tinnitus.

A circular camera was lowered from the ceiling in the corner. A cold mechanical sound suddenly rang out in the silence, frightening Marcos so much that he jumped up.

[Marcos, you have one last chance.]

'I confessed everything! I really confessed everything! You can't do this to me!'

'I really don't know where Sadat is!!! Let me out! Help!!!'

'Please kill me!'