Fairy’s Box - Chapter 922

“However, His Majesty’s reforms are too radical. He threw the shock of industrialization to the people at the bottom, and the benefits were transferred to the upper classes. Countless peasants lost their land and cried famine, and the entire upper class society was still intoxicated. This is unfair.”

While Yale spoke, his eyes were fixed on the crystal glass cup in his hand, his face was expressionless, the hot air slowly rose from the bottom of the cup, and the atmosphere seemed unusually quiet for a while.

“…”

Richelieu looked at him silently, showing a calm expression, but the trembling movement of the hand holding the handle of the cup betrayed his true thoughts.

The man in front of him, raised his hands and feet, showed the coercion of power, and he felt so strong that he was afraid that it was not just as simple as a high-ranking knight… maybe it was the end… maybe stronger.

The age does not seem to be young, but it is a great time with unlimited potential. As long as you enjoy everything steadily, sooner or later, you will become the overlord of one party, or enter the highest center of imperial power.

Although he is an upper-level figure in the ruling class, he can jump out of the class pattern to rationally judge right and wrong, openly oppose the transfer of interests that is beneficial to him, show compassion to the people, and sympathize with the exploited at the bottom.

Such a person…isn’t he the bright master he has been looking for! ?

In the young man’s careful thinking, a storm is brewing, and countless voices are screaming, telling him to seize this opportunity to persuade the people in front of him to accept his ideas and plans.

“Yes, His Majesty the Emperor has done something wrong. Industrialization is not the only way to go now!” Richelieu forced himself to calm down and said in the most confident tone.

“Oh? Your Excellency, please feel free to speak freely.”

The black-haired knight’s eyes lit up, his arms flat on the table, and he made a gesture of listening.

“The current industrialization path of the empire is overly dependent on the power of capitalists, and even the most precious magic stone resources are left to be divided up by private individuals, which deviates from the path of becoming a powerful country. Even if there are no problems on weekdays, once the time of national crisis comes, the cost of integrating resources will increase. Rising. Moreover, the privatization of capital means that important resources can be bought and sold. If Roussevia’s national strength declines and a large number of capital flees, does it mean that resources are also lost!?”

The young man first pointed out the weaknesses of the current industrial system, then pulled up the trousers of the capitalist and smoked, and finally listed his thoughts:

“In my understanding, a capitalist is not equal to industry. He just plays the role of an operator. Industry needs capital, but this capital does not necessarily come from capitalists. After all, all industrial products are produced by our workers. Why can’t our workers be the masters of the factory, we can elect an outstanding representative and let him run the factory on his behalf!”

“What’s the difference between this and the official camp?” Yale asked seriously.

“The difference is that the factory belongs to the workers. We have the motivation to make it bigger. We just need some effective reward and punishment mechanism.” Richelieu replied quickly.

“This requires high quality.” The black-haired knight shook his head.

“No, you don’t need high quality, just hard indicators! The quality, pass rate, and functions of the product can all be listed in a planned way, and it can be completed according to the standard. There are rewards for over-completion, and punishment on the contrary. Public ownership of production means , coupled with workers’ representatives, and with reasonable design and planning, this is a brand new road to industrialization, and there is no need to worry about capital flight.”

The young man said decisively.

“All products can be planned by the state?” Yale looked at him with some stupefaction.

“Yes, as needed.” Richelieu nodded.

“Have you considered humanity?”

After a long time, the black-haired knight opened his mouth slowly. He frowned and rubbed his temples with a headache.

“No, I don’t need to think about those issues.”

The young man shook his head with a stern face, quickly smiled, and said slyly:

“Those problems are a headache for the capitalists. Our workers are thrown into the arms of the country to produce products that are important to the country and ensure the existence of the industrial chain. As for the humanized things, leave them a headache. I don’t plan to kill the capitalists. kill.”

“Hahaha!”

Yale laughed dumbly, and at the same time applauded him sincerely, making no secret of his appreciation:

“You surpassed my prediction of you. It’s really wonderful, but to convince me to agree with your ideas, you need to work harder, such as… agriculture.”

“certainly!”

At this time, the young man is full of spring breeze and full of energy. Nothing can move a thinker more than meeting a confidant. He is now sure that he has met a confidant.

For the next half hour, Richelieu talked eloquently, and the black-haired knight remained the listener.

The young people’s understanding of agriculture still seems to be based on the public ownership of the means of production, and put forward the idea of ​​collective farms. His idea is that the main means of production and labor products are owned by all farmers. The land is owned by the state and used by the farm in perpetuity. Collective farms implement distribution according to work, and allow villagers to operate prescribed gardens and family sidelines.

In collective farms, the basic means of production, such as large-scale farm implements, draft animals, herds, buildings for business use, etc., are collectively owned. Farmers perform collective labor, and after deducting compensation for the consumption of production materials and drawing public funds, the income of the farms is distributed to individual consumption according to the quantity and quality of the farmer’s labor. At the same time, the villagers are allowed to keep a certain number of gardens and small farm implements beside the house, raise a certain number of livestock and poultry by themselves, and run family sideline businesses.

“Why don’t we leave something of humanity for the capitalists to consider in terms of agriculture?” Yale asked after listening to his speech.

“There will be no famine in Antrazu, unless the goblins and mages are dead, no one will care about the mana radiation in the face of starvation. After the emperor’s reform, the agricultural population today is more than enough, there is no need Toss again.”

Richelieu sold out, and after noticing the stunned expression on the other side, he explained contentedly:

“Collective farms are not designed for the native Rosévia, but are colonial invasions in conjunction with military operations. That is to say, this is a model of land reclamation.”

“So… as expected…”

The black-haired knight chewed on the other party’s words, his eyes brighter and brighter, because the collective farm that the other party said seemed to have a lot to do in solving the problem of the colony’s base.

The two talked for a long time, and now it is “the husband has the love and the concubine is interested”, and they are about to flirt with each other.

“Your Excellency Richelieu, if you need a piece of land to realize your vision, then I can provide it.” Yale took the initiative to invite the other party to join him.

“Thank you very much.” Richelieu readily agreed, full of ambition.