Although eggs had long since ceased to be anything rare in Great Zhou, for commoners who lived in poor conditions, ate only two meals a day, and subsisted mainly on steamed buns and pickles, they were still a rare "tonic."
The allure of eggs quickly revealed itself. Compared with a few days ago, when hardly anyone had come to listen to their speeches, this vacant lot was packed to the brim today.
Fortunately, their minister had contacted the security squad in advance to maintain order. Otherwise, the scene really might have gotten out of hand.
However, as they looked at the bustling crowd, the members of the department below did not seem particularly happy.
"What's wrong? Why are you all so downcast?"
Noticing that his subordinates had something on their minds, Kong Daqian asked with concern.
"Minister, is this really okay?"
"What is?"
"Handing out boiled eggs to them."
"What's wrong with handing out boiled eggs? Our Propaganda Department already has a publicity budget. It's not coming out of your wages."
"It's not about the money. The point is, aren't these people here for the boiled eggs, plain and simple? They're not here for our State Religion."
Hearing this, Kong Daqian immediately laughed inwardly. Young people are still so naïve.
"Think about it. Workers are exhausted after working all day, and all they want after work is a good rest. If you want them to give up their rest time to listen to you speak, will moving your lips alone do any good? You have to give them some tangible benefits they can see and touch."
"Only then will they sit down and listen to you. Only then will you have a chance to express our State Religion's thoughts and ideals to them, and even instill them in their minds."