Two light words came from the speaker, instantly silencing the already silent team again.

When it is not clear whether Soma is praising or scolding, we can look at it based on the literal meaning and the thinking of the civilized era.

Most people were so nervous that they held their breath.

They thought of the TV series where the emperor said these words to his ministers and what happened to them.

They even thought about what kind of miserable situation they would be in once they were expelled from their territory.

Fortunately, this atmosphere did not last long.

Seeing how most of the people were holding back their breath and blushing and having thick necks, the cold expression on Sumo's face suddenly changed.

"Don't be nervous. In the apocalyptic wasteland, the old rules should change."

"As people who are destined to follow me and stay in the history books in the future, you should have some confidence in yourself."

With a flash of divine light, a lucky bag exuding seven colors appeared in Somo's hand.

In the dark night, even a spotlight with extremely high lumens cannot cover half of these colorful colors.

This is a high-level bag that can only be obtained when the average completion level reaches 300%. It is also the best testimony of the villagers' efforts.

"Today's harvest belongs to each of us"

Just one sentence, paired with Soma's bared smile.

In an instant, the ice melted!

The silence that had occupied this land for a short time was suddenly broken by cheers again.

In addition to a group of management who understood the message conveyed in Soma's words, they stood below with complicated eyes and mixed feelings in their hearts.

All the other villagers lined up moved very neatly.

Blue, green, colorful.

More than a thousand colorful blessing bags began to appear in everyone's hands as Soma initiated the distribution.

This time, the light of the spotlight was completely overshadowed by the light of the lucky bag.

When everyone held the blessing bags high above their heads, from a distance, it looked like a new sun rising from the earth, which was extremely shocking.

"I declare that from today on, everyone's lucky bag rewards do not need to be turned over."

"This is the fruit of your labor and your reward for living every day in the last days."

"Everyone's property will be protected by me, and no one under my command will use any means to coerce or trade other people's goods."

As expected.

Hearing Sumo really say such words, the management felt relieved this time.

Look at the villagers below who are cheering and cheering as if they are celebrating the New Year.

In the end, they shook their heads and could not say a word.

When privatization begins to appear in a collective, it means that the initial social structure is about to be formed.

Although there are only a thousand people in the territory now, there are rules first.

Soon, when the number of people increases, a small social collective will be completely formed.

And if such rules can be formed over time, when the number of people reaches a peak.

At that time, the territory could no longer be called territory. There was a better term to describe it.

land!

The villagers are not ordinary survivors, but people!

And this depression is no longer the territory of Somo alone. With the help of countless people, it will become the first in the wasteland continent.

nation!

Shocked and emotional in every possible way.

What Sumo said later made all the management members dizzy and found it difficult to listen to anything.

It wasn't until Somo shouted to dismiss the meeting and all the villagers walked in small groups towards the farm tool center that they suddenly realized what was going on.

"What, are you surprised?"

Seeing Somo walking down confidently, Chen Shen, who had known Somo's ultimate goal before, trembled his lips, as if he wanted to say no, but finally nodded.

"The time should not be now"

"It's too early, we haven't gathered enough foundation yet, we don't have enough yet"

Sumo interrupted: "Then when is the right time?"

It's like guessing a charade.

This time Su Mo's question stumped Chen Shen.

Yes, when is the time?

Ten thousand people?

One hundred thousand people?

Or a million people?

One year? Five years? Or ten years?

In this wasteland, no one knows how long they can survive, so what's the point of talking about the future?

"I understand, but this."

Sumo: "What I want to see is not lifelessness, but circulation. Chen Shen, I don't believe you don't know the meaning of circulation."

"Any product put in our hands is of no use. Big pot rice is not suitable for the end of the world."

"I don't want to see everyone doing good or bad doing the same thing, and I don't want to see everyone even if they live in our territory for a long time and have no food, they are still waiting for us to distribute it."

"In the future, when our size grows, we can't continue to be like parents, worrying about this and that. If they want to eat, let them buy it from the shelter. If they want to use it, they can spend money to find it.

"Made by people"

"What I want to see is a diversified development territory, rather than money, materials, and weapons all concentrated in the hands of people like us, leaving these things lying in the warehouse every day, keeping company with dust!"

Seeing that other people had the same doubts in their eyes, Sumo simply spoke out.

Reform is a matter of time.

The earlier it is revealed, the greater the damage will be to lords like Sumo, and the greater the benefits will be to the people below.

But the later you tell it, the more wealth it will accumulate for the upper class.

But as the scale increases, the difficulty of reform will increase exponentially, and more problems will arise.

At that time, if there was a mistake, it would probably have unimaginable consequences.

Between the two, Sumo chose the former.

He is not the kind of idiot who wants to collect all the good things and read them several times before going to bed every day before he can sleep peacefully.

As long as you don't have to worry about eating, don't worry about using it.

Once the economy circulates, Sumo believes that it will be the source of science and technology.

Wealth will return to his hands in the end!

At that time, his control over this territory will reach an unprecedented level.

Far more than ten times, a hundred times more than now!

"Okay, I know what you want to say. You will understand after a few days."

"Now go back and open the lucky bag. If something good comes out, you can become a rich man in the territory!"

He shook the colorful lucky bag in his hand.

Looking at the group of people below, the management wanted to say something but didn't know what to say.

Somo laughed loudly, turned around and walked towards the underground shelter.

From an angle that no one could see, Su Mo glanced at Su Deben and grinned.

In a sense, he still has selfish motives.

However, only Su Deben can understand this.

Scientific research is a bottomless pit, and no matter how much one person's wealth is invested alone, it will not be enough to fill it.

If the wealth of the territory is used and things continue like this, when the number of people increases, the people below will definitely complain.

Even if it is distributed to them for free, there will still be a feeling that Somo is misappropriating collective wealth to do things.

But now, as long as there is such a distribution.

When Lu Kuan and others produced high-tech equipment, all the villagers wanted to use it was to pay money.

And at that time, everyone would be willing to "take the bait" if they had fun with crowdfunding.
Chapter completed!