Lord of Industrialization

"Ding, ding, ding!"

The village chief struck the gong, and the villagers who were getting off work in the evening gathered at the drying yard, waiting for the leader to speak.

Baron Turgot did not listen to what the village chief said. He had been following the caravan for a month, and every village had the same process.

A stage had been set up on the drying yard, and a stove was set up next to it. The noodles were already cooked.

This village had been incorporated into the Duchy of Wessen for just over a year. It was originally a knight's territory, but now it belonged to Frederick.

The villagers' minds were still stuck in the old serf era. They did whatever the village chief asked them to do. Soon, the whole village came to the drying yard under the arrangement of the village chief.

They washed their hands in a daze, took a bowl and a fork, beat a bowl of noodles on the stove, and added hot soybean oil with fried onions, ordinary soy sauce and tofu shreds to the noodles.

Then everyone stood there with the fragrant noodles, at a loss, and the bravest people just swallowed their saliva.

Ales was used to this situation and said to the village chief, "Miller, let them eat."

Miller shouted to the villagers, "This is what Grand Duke Wessen invited you to eat, hurry up and eat!"

The villagers immediately devoured the food. No one thought about why the master asked them to eat noodles. They just ate when he asked them to.

The noodles were made of pure white flour, without any grains. Many serfs had grown wheat for more than ten generations, but today was the first time they ate flour made from wheat.

The soybean oil mixed with the noodles had some bean smell, but it didn't matter. Eating oil meant having strength, but they didn't eat it many times a year.

Not to mention the salty and fresh taste of soy sauce with salt and tofu shreds, which was a world they had never come into contact with.

Baron Turgot sneered at this. Every village did this, and I don't know how much flour was wasted.

After all the villagers, adults and children, licked their bowls clean and those who were choking were rescued, Miller jumped onto the stage and asked loudly: "Are the noodles delicious?"

Some villagers said sparsely: "Delicious~"

"I can't hear you!" Miller yelled, "Did you feed the noodles to the dogs just now? You don't have the energy to eat them?"

"Are the noodles delicious?!"

This time half of the villagers answered.

"Still can't hear you!" Miller looked very angry, "Louder!"

This time the villagers answered one after another that they were delicious, at least everyone spoke.

"I still can't hear you!" Miller stamped his feet angrily.

After several attempts, the villagers finally shouted out in unison: "Delicious!"

Miller looked very satisfied and continued to say loudly: "Grand Duke Wesson invited you to eat such delicious noodles, why don't you say 'Thank you Grand Duke Wesson'?!"

The villagers continued to shout with the same momentum: "Thank you Grand Duke Wesson!"

"One more time," Miller continued to shout, "Who should we thank?!"

Then the villagers shouted "Thank you Grand Duke Wesson" ten times before stopping.

Miller continued: "Do you still want to eat noodles like this?"

Baron Turgot curled his lips in the midst of a "yes" voice, wondering what was the point of shouting these all day long. Could it be that shouting could make people loyal?

He didn't know that shouting slogans like this was indeed quite useful for farmers who didn't have very flexible brains. Many hair salons, supermarkets, restaurants and other places in Frederick's hometown used this method to cultivate (hū) many young people who had just arrived in the city, and even illegal pyramid schemes and profiteers who cheated the elderly to buy things would use this method.

Miller looked very satisfied, and then said loudly: "Everyone think about what life was like in the past. How much food was left in the grain jar at the end of the year, and how much is left this year?!"

"Red Nose, yes, it's you, come up!"

The man with rosacea standing in the front didn't expect that he would be called, and was at a loss for a moment.

Miller jumped off the stage and dragged him onto the stage.

The messy hair of this red nose was a little gray, his face was full of wrinkles, and he was slightly hunched. He didn't look like he was only in his early thirties.

Miller asked him: "Tell everyone loudly, how much food did your family of three have in the past?"

Red Nose's legs were shaking violently, and he stammered: "There are... there are... a... a jar of oats, half... half a jar of beans."

Miller has visited every household since he became the village chief in Laili, Wessen State. The grain jars they made of pottery or hollowed out tree trunks have a relatively uniform volume. One jar can hold about 300 kilograms of oats or rye, and half a jar of beans is about 150 kilograms.

The annual food ration of Red Nose's family of three is 300 kilograms of oats and 150 kilograms of beans. In addition, there is a large piece of salt and less than two kilograms of lard. Meat, eggs and milk are only in dreams, and wild vegetables have to be picked while chopping wood.

The people in the village are the same as him. They can only eat 80% full during the busy farming days throughout the year, and they can only go hungry at other times.

After he finished speaking, Miller said to him: "How much food do you have at home this year? Tell me out loud!"

When it comes to this, Red Nose is not panicked, and immediately said excitedly: "This year, my family has a jar of wheat, a jar of beans, and half a jar of snow-white flour!!!"

Miller asked again: "Is it just this little?"

"No, no!" Red Nose continued excitedly, "I sold the other flour and cheese, and bought new clothes and new shoes for the whole family!"

After he finished speaking, he patted the gray cloth clothes on his body. This is the first new clothes for their family in more than half a century.

Miller asked him again: "Can we live like this before?"

Red Nose immediately shook his head: "No, no, it's only a dream."

Miller said to him loudly: "Remember, this good life is brought by Grand Duke Wessen, why don't you thank Grand Duke Wessen?"

Baron Turgot took the noodles brought by his servant behind the stage and slurped them up. What happened next was the same.

Miller called a few more villagers to the stage to repeat the previous conversation.

The fastest change after the Duchy of Wessen occupied this village last year was taxation.

In the past, the serfs in the village could only keep their rations and take away the rest. Now, they keep the grain and collect 30% of the remaining grain as rent. For a while, the villagers' grain tanks were not enough.

After several villagers stepped down, Miller continued, "Don't think that you have too much food at home now. You eat less than my daughter!"

"Let me tell you, my daughter is the first woman in the Principality of Wessen who can drive a tractor. She has been on the newspaper!"

"She can eat meat every day at home now, a pork elbow every five days!"

"My former neighbor now works in a steel plant. He can have a chicken leg a day. If he gets tired of chicken legs, he can eat pig's trotters!"

"They have all been to school and studied. If you want your children to have meat every day in the future, send them to school!"

The youth enrollment rate is a key data for the assessment of village heads, and there is a veto power over the village head's year-end bonus, so almost all village heads are focusing on this matter.

Miller finished the simple mobilization meeting of recalling the bitterness and thinking about the sweetness, and finally said: "Tonight, our Grand Duke Wessen will not only treat everyone to delicious noodles, but also invite everyone to listen to songs and watch plays!"

"In the past, this was something that only gentlemen could enjoy, but now you can enjoy it too. Who should I thank?!"

After a thunderous thank you, tonight's performance began with a chorus.

"May God bless Grand Duke Wessen,

our good Lord Frederick!

Frederick is in good health!"

Miller kicked and dragged the villagers who were sitting on the ground to get up. When singing this song, everyone had to stand up and sing along. Even if they didn't know how to sing, they had to hum along.

The villagers could sit down only after the song was finished, and then the drama began.

The content of the drama was very simple, which was the daily life of a family in a rural area. It was interspersed with details of life such as washing hands before and after meals, not urinating and defecating anywhere, and throwing garbage into the trash can. There were also farming knowledge such as how to farm scientifically and apply fertilizer in moderation, and by the way, knowledge of taxation, justice, military service, etc. was popularized.

Practice has proved that for all illiterate villagers, such dramas are easier for them to remember.

After more than an hour of drama, various departments came on stage to give lectures to further popularize laws and regulations such as taxation, education and military service.

The next morning, the accompanying doctor gave all the villagers a physical examination and gave medicine to some sick villagers.

Miller went to Alles to discuss something. Baron Durgo was eavesdropping not far away, but he didn't hide it from him.

Miller said, "I'll take your car to town tomorrow to find the agricultural technology station for something."

Alles smiled and replied, "Sure, you can sit on the roof or under the car."

Miller ignored his joke and asked him, "Have you heard of the flame grass that is being promoted recently?"

"I heard it was brought back from the southern continent. It doesn't take much water and grows a lot."

"More than half of the land in our village is difficult to irrigate. I plan to plant it there and then raise pigs or cattle."

After recalling, Alles said, "I have heard of some of it. That kind of grass is one or two stories high, and the top is planted with The seeds are bright red when they are ripe. "

"I remember that the seeds have to be soaked in running water for a night, or boiled in boiling water for a few minutes before feeding to pigs and cows, otherwise they will be poisoned. "

"The same goes for the straw. You can't eat it directly. You have to pile it up and ferment it for a month, just in time for the winter. "

"You are from Chestnut Village. You should know the preferential policy for trial planting of new crops. You can apply for it from the Ministry of Agriculture. "

Baron Turgot despised Miller's decision in his heart. He had to wait for others to plant new crops for two years before he could try to plant them. Otherwise, if the crops died, it would be the end.

That night, Alers and his team treated the villagers to a meal of noodles, and then began to teach them to sing. They were all propaganda songs such as "Handwashing Song" and "Paying Rent". Baron Turgot, an artistic scholar, couldn't stand it after listening to them for a month.

Early the next morning, the convoy continued on the road and arrived at another nearby village before dusk, and then repeated what they did in this village.

The team left, but the influence remained in the village. Many villagers kept talking about the goodness of Grand Duke Wessen.

So Frederick sneezed all over the north.