Chapter 283 Kingdom Development
The technological development path of the Kingdom of Burning Ashes is unusual. It is not a gradual process of exploration, but more like "following the map" - for example, they directly created a piston steam engine to ensure the normal operation of the train.

Before leaving, the players of the Mechanicus left behind a large number of drawings and materials from another world.

In return, they will receive an initial stake in the railway group when it returns to Erezège, and they will also have a share of the profits from steam locomotive transportation.

The kingdom's local researchers only need to follow the blueprints and combine these exquisite blueprints with Erezegei's magical reactions. It can be called a magical version of the "Industrial Revolution", except that many of the twists and turns are avoided, and the most correct choice can be made every time.

The successful experiment of the steam locomotive is only a small part of the many achievements of North Wind Castle over the years. The changes here are obvious.

Chimneys are rising from the ground, causing thick smog to appear over the city.

With the continuous development of industry, there are nearly 50 military and food factories in Beifeng Fort, with nearly 20,000 workers. With the strong support of policies, all kinds of strange "new gadgets" emerge in an endless stream, and some lucky ones even become nobles by inventing.

There were no longer any beggars starving to death on the streets of the city - the Tiefling City Guards would take them away without hesitation and send them to various factories that were short of staff, where they became sweatshop workers at the bottom of the society and received wages that were barely enough to keep them fed and clothed.

At present, most of these factories are built by the official government of the Burning Kingdom. As the profits expand, more and more wealthy businessmen and dragon-blood nobles are eager to follow suit and want to get a piece of the pie. They want to invest their assets in this increasingly prosperous business. However, the kingdom has not yet provided specific channels.

But as this trend intensified and the need to expand the scale of industry arose, privatization became almost inevitable. Some dragon-blood nobles had obtained so-called "shares" through various relationships, and even some smart and self-righteous businessmen had established private factories.

It was simply unable to compete with the official authorities and went bankrupt.

The products produced by these factories not only meet the needs within the city, but are also sold to various countries in the north along with Hart's kingdom caravans. Scarves, cotton clothes and other daily necessities printed with the "flame and dragon claw" emblem have appeared throughout Anzeta. They are becoming more and more common in the lives of the Scandians and have even become indispensable.

The Principality of Bosk even launched propaganda slogans such as "Resist the temptation of the dragon" and "Don't let monsters steal your gold" and imposed various restrictions on the kingdom's goods.

But they still couldn't stop the people's enthusiasm for consumption, nor could they stop the dumping craze of the Kingdom of Burning Embers. Even if the Principality of Bosk tried every means, it couldn't stop the endless stream of smugglers - after all, in commercial competition, good quality and low price are the best sword.

The Principality of Bosk, whose government is so powerful and whose jurisdiction over the people is the most stringent, could not withstand the sugar-coated bullets of the Kingdom of Burning Embers, not to mention the remaining scattered principalities, which are no match for the kingdom even if they are added together.

The city's long-established small workshops and family-run small factories declared bankruptcy one after another. Many city residents lost their jobs or even became beggars on the streets. Even the gold coins of the northern nobles were taken out of their pockets by the kingdom in large amounts.

Those dukes were unable to stop the outflow of gold and the collapse of the economy. They did not understand the mystery and simply let nature take its course.

There were even a few families who volunteered to become compradors of the kingdom, taking the lead in wielding the sickle of harvest on their own people and then taking a sip of the soup of commodity dumping.

"Lord George. Lord George?"

An anxious voice came from behind.

George was called several times but did not respond. It was not until the other party shouted "Master George" for the third time that he realized that the so-called "master" was calling him.

"Ah, so you're calling me?"

"Is there anything you need?"

He turned around, smiled naively, and scratched his head embarrassedly.

From a beast-like serf to a first-class citizen, even though it had been several months since the awarding of the honor, he was still a little uncomfortable with it, but such a title also made him secretly happy, the feeling of being respected was unprecedented, and the satisfaction was unimaginable to others. The man was panting, but he still did not forget to salute, after all, the other party was a "first-class citizen" second only to the Dragon Blood Nobles, and he was just an ordinary worker, the status gap between them was like a natural chasm.

"huh, huh"

"Excuse me, I'm Jack, a worker in the factory."

"The Viscount Big Head ordered that a batch of urgent orders be sent out, and everyone needs to return to work, including you."

After saying this, Jack carefully glanced at George's expression. When he found that there was no anger on the old man's face, he let out a long sigh and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"I understand. You can go back now."

George replied, waving his hand casually.

Seeing a cautious worker like Jack always reminds him of his past self.

George did not become a flower shop owner and find a woman to marry as he had once imagined. After meeting higher-level people and seeing more things, he realized that the factory was really a promising place and was strongly supported by the official kingdom - provided that you were not an ordinary sweatshop worker.

So George used the privileges of a first-class citizen to become a glorious factory manager, working in his original factory and even having dozens of workers under him.

"There's been a lot going on lately."

George calmly returned to his spacious home, put on the gray suit specially provided by the kingdom, tied a brown scarf from Kenyaza City, held a black gentleman's cane in his hand, and put on a neat hat.

He then came to the street with a radiant look on his face and hailed a carriage on the road.

There were many envious glances from the surrounding area, and this was considered extremely respectable by ordinary citizens.

George walked into the carriage and said casually:

"Go to Food Processing Plant No. 4."

"Okay, sir, please sit tight."

The driver nodded in greeting and then drove the carriage along the street.

With careful planning, the streets of North Wind Castle have become wide enough for four carriages to run side by side, and there are even special four-wheeled carriage tracks for wealthy people to use for travel - it is said that this place will be converted into a public steam locomotive track in the future, but no one can say for sure.

With the sound of wheels rubbing against steel, the carriage soon arrived at its destination - Food Processing Plant No. 4.

With the help of the driver, George calmly got off the carriage and saw this familiar yet unfamiliar factory again.

But he used to be just a humble worker, but now his identity and status are very different. He is already a glorious "first-class citizen", half a step into the circle of the upper class.

(End of this chapter)