"On Reef Island, you earn your living supplies through labor."
Jamie's voice carried steadily. "Right now, there is indeed something we need you to do: shovel snow."
"What you need to do is put the snow into the pool in front of this tall building. This snow will provide the water you use while living here.
Whether you're cooking, bathing, or drinking, you'll use this water."
He surveyed the people below and made a quick estimate. "There are 630 of you altogether. You'll be divided into six teams, and the water each team obtains by shoveling snow will be kept separate.
Remember, if a single person on your team shirks their work, the supplies provided to the entire team will be cut in half.
And we'll also reconsider whether you can settle down on Reef Island."
These were Kroya's orders, passed on by Rob.
There was so much snow now, and it contained no strange contaminants. It would not be perfectly clean, but after settling and filtration, it would be usable.
This was all fresh water, after all. They certainly would not be able to use much of it.
There was no harm in storing the rest, nor would it be difficult. This also happened to be a good way to train these newly arrived serfs to follow orders.
As long as they could adapt to Reef Island's rules and way of life, fitting in later would naturally follow.
More importantly, this approach of having the team motivate the individual could effectively prevent a lone slacker from dragging the entire team down.
When an entire group worked hard toward something, even those who wanted to shirk and cut corners would be swept along.
That was the power of a team.
When Jamie began saying all this, the serfs had not