Zhao Gang wrote a brief line on his inspection report.
"The tribes are becoming a society."
After writing it, he crossed it out and replaced it with another.
"Society is taking on a shape of its own."
When Lin Mo saw the report, he was reviewing two years of construction data at the Autonomous Region Joint Command Center.
Zhao Gang sat across from him, holding a cup of tea that had already gone cold.
"Construction in the core area is one hundred percent complete. All main roads are connected, and public power grid coverage has reached ninety-six percent. Most of the remaining areas are remote or migratory."
"What about medical care?"
"Permanent residents can now generally receive an emergency response within fifteen minutes. For mountain tribes, the average response time has fallen from two days to under six hours."
"It's still far from perfect, but we've established a minimum safety net."
"Education?"
"School enrollment among children of school age is ninety-three percent. Of those remaining, some are in transit on migrations, while others belong to families still unwilling to let their children leave the tribe."
"The education working group is adding remote classes and itinerant teachers."
Lin Mo nodded. These figures had already far exceeded his targets.
After all, how long had Great Xia taken to go from literacy campaigns to universal schooling?
Of course, times were different now. Great Xia's technology could accelerate so many things.
There were also many differences to contend with during the integration of different peoples.
For instance, different races understood working hours differently. Dwarves were accustomed to working with day and night reversed, and to drinking on the job.
Some races among the Half-Orcs were better suited to arranging their work around daylight and hunting grounds.
There were also dietary habits, ethnic customs, and