Cultural Propaganda 3

At the night assembly, a middle-aged man knelt on the ground, weeping: "I killed my own son and indirectly caused my wife's death."

"Because my wife needed treatment for her illness, I had no money, so I could only sell my son to the Devil Race."

"When I returned home, my wife had hanged herself."

"I'm useless. If only I could earn a little more."

Gerd's voice was nearly hoarse from speaking.

Lynn had to step in and take over: "Why don't you have money?"

"My job can't cover the cost of treating my wife."

"How much do you earn in a month?"

"Ten silver coins."

"You can't afford treatment with ten silver coins?"

"Yes."

"What were your household expenses back then?"

"Housing and taxes took up eight-tenths, and the remaining two-tenths went to medical treatment."

"Why did housing and taxes take up eight-tenths?"

"Housing only took one-tenth; the other seven-tenths were taxes."

"That much in taxes?"

"I lived in the Western Territory. There were taxes for fighting the Devil Race, property taxes, income taxes, and church taxes."

"Isn't this the fault of this world?" Lynn grabbed him by the collar and lifted him up: "All of you—have you never realized that this world is to blame?"

Lynn looked at the crowd, their eyes craving comfort: "You all say you're guilty. This was supposed to be just a speech about freedom, and now it's turned into a discussion of what guilt even is."

"Everyone listen up!"

"If you live in abundance, without oppression, and you commit a crime, then you are guilty!"

"But!"

"But!"

"If you struggle with all your might and still can't survive, then the one at fault is this damn world!"

"If external circumstances turn people rotten, then the fault is also this damn world!"

"A world that turns people into devils—shouldn't it be smashed to pieces?"

"So!"

"So."

"So I will build a new society. I want you to follow me. I want you to work with me. I want you to become followers of the spirit of freedom, democracy, and fraternity!"

"I will create a concept: the Aningsbe people. We will uphold the Supremacy of Science, live a simple and poor life, work for the collective, and help one another."

"Under the banner of Aningsbe, under its laws, you will gain freedom!"

"I will lead you to resist oppression. I will lead you to transform society. What I say is no empty talk!"

"I will prove it through Actions. Even if you don't understand my words now, it doesn't matter. You only need to understand this!"

"I will create a beautiful world!"

"I want you to have free housing. I want you to live and work in peace!"

"I want you to have land!"

That night was only the beginning, as long as the Department of Culture and Propaganda had finally opened a crack.

Whether people heard clearly or understood didn't matter.

Speeches, propaganda—they only needed to be repeated over and over, constantly hammering home the simplest of truths.

The next day on the streets, the Tricolor flag hung everywhere. Party members performed a unified hand salute—a silent language that constantly told people they were a collective.

This ritual quickly spread to every corner of Aningsbe, after all, it wasn't that big a place.

The work of propaganda and culture continued.

Ideological fervor required two things.

First, a terrible social environment.

Second, the arrival of an Upright Official, bringing light.

"Next is the report from the Department of Culture and Propaganda. Your Excellency, Grand Commander Lynn!"

"First, based on the propaganda of the past few days, I propose that we need to fulfill what we've promised as soon as possible, and build it for them to see, so they believe such a society truly exists." Gerd raised his right hand, his eyes burning with fervor, mixed with a trace of hope.

Lynn knew clearly that Gerd lacked the ability to deliver. Besides, Gerd was merely echoing everything Lynn said. He too was hoping for the promise Lynn had made at the start.

"Gerd, I've already written the document. Take a look." Lynn let out a Ha Qi and handed the file to Gerd, his eyes ringed with Dark circles.

P社 players have a bird's-eye view of the entire situation, but Lynn doesn't. Fortunately, he used to stay up late gaming in the past, so he still has the energy to hold out.

A lot of things aren't like playing a game—you can't just move the mouse and get them done.

Gerd took the documents and saw Lynn's preliminary plan.

Agricultural Cooperative plus a dual land system.

People only protect what belongs to them.

From the perspective of human nature, dividing up the land is the best choice.

But from the perspective of development, collective farming is the most beneficial for growth.

Lynn intended to implement a dual-track system.

First, give everyone a plot of land, but not too much—just enough for them to feed themselves.

Second, underground mineral resources belong to the collective, but when the government mines them, it needs to compensate the owner of that land.

Third, implement the Housing Act. People shouldn't have to run themselves ragged over a house. So, while distributing land, also build homes and give them away for free, gradually replacing the current collective dormitory system. Humans may be social animals, but living in a dormitory day in and day out will eventually lead to depression. Private space is important.