Chapter 2239 Utopia

A pastoral landscape, Duran enjoyed the scenery of this planet very much, but no one knew how many people had died on this land, and the annual battle royale was no joke.

Fortunately, experienced people knew to hide at home and seal the doors and windows. Those who participated in the battle royale would not foolishly surround a house and attack it fiercely, unless they did not want to kill other people, otherwise they would definitely avoid the people in the house and attack those who went out.

And they had to form groups, just like PK in the game, it was best to gather more people to attack a few people, and the advantage of numbers was very important in the era of cold weapons.

So it seemed like a battle royale, but it was not a single-handed one, and there were many experience and doors in it.

Of course, compared with the cruelty of the battle royale, the patience and kindness in daily life were more amazing, just like now Duran was in front of a peaceful scene, everyone had a smile on their face, as if the battle royale night did not exist.

Little Snowball was telling everyone in the sun drying yard in the distance why the battle royale should not be held. There was no religion or law here, and even morality was abandoned, but they had their own unspoken rules to solve problems. The ideas brought by Snowball obviously did not conform to their cognition.

Rick and Morty had actually helped before, killing the initiator of the Battle Royale Night and giving the townspeople a way to distribute positions according to their labor income, but nothing changed after they left. Even though it was the most terrifying Battle Royale, because the grandfather and grandson wore the most advanced cosmic weapons to fight against the farmers holding dung forks, the efficiency of that Battle Royale was really too high, and the death rate was the highest in all the Battle Royales, but it still did not cause any fear.

It is obviously useless to scare them with divine punishment. After all, the performance of Morty and Rick is no different from that of gods, but the villagers are not afraid at all.

So now Snowball proposed the law, but the villagers did not think the law was necessary. After all, in their cognition, the Battle Royale Night is good.

This is just like fighting a war. The more backward the weapons are, the more conflicts there are. When countries have nuclear weapons, they will not take action. It is because the benefits of previous conflicts are greater than the losses.

In fact, even if there is no battle royale night, conflicts will always exist in this level of agricultural society where people depend on the weather for food. There will be conflicts between villages over the right to use water sources, and even fights will break out because women in the village are bullied outside.

This kind of barbaric behavior in the eyes of "civilized people" is actually the norm. It obviously takes a lot of effort for Snowball and Duran to try to change this norm.

Snowball told them: "You don't have to fight. You can use manpower to increase production. It is better to produce more food than to reduce the population."

"How is it better?"

"Of course, it is more conducive to the continuation of civilization." Speaking of continuation, it's all tears, because Snowball has been castrated as a pet dog. The first sentence he asked after gaining IQ was: Where are my balls. What a grudge, no wonder he wants to occupy the earth and enslave humans.

If Snowball hadn't been stolen from the dream space in the end and had the idea of ​​not being the second human, the Dog Star would have risen long ago. So Snowball attaches great importance to reproduction.

"I don't understand. Doesn't it mean more work to produce more food? Doesn't it mean more hardship to feed more people? Then why can't we feed as many people as we work?" A town resident asked back, obviously not thinking there was any benefit in working more.

Although Duran was standing far away, he had sharp ears and heard it clearly. He couldn't help but laugh, feeling that it had that flavor.

During the period of the booming capitalism, the happiest thing for the people in capitalist countries was to hope that one day the working hours would be shortened to eight hours, but for them at that time, this dream only existed in the utopia of literary works.

But even if it was just a utopia, not reality, there were still many authors who gave the rationality of working eight hours a day. The rationality was divided into two parts: one is how to work only eight hours a day, and the other is why we should work only eight hours a day.

Working only eight hours a day is definitely not because of laziness. It is to cultivate sentiment with the remaining time. Of course, it is not for watching TV or playing games for entertainment, but to make workers not only a production tool, but also an elegant production tool that can make the whole society better.

So how can everyone work only eight hours and still feed everyone? Of course, everyone comes to work. There is no class in the whole society. Everyone is a worker. In fact, just like the small peasant economy, they work to support themselves. Ordinary workers do not need to be exploited. All their labor belongs to them, and the rich also have to rely on labor to obtain living resources.

After solving why the eight-hour work system is needed and how to achieve the eight-hour work system, utopia appears.

Now the question raised by the townspeople is that they are already in utopia, why should they increase the workload? They work and eat by themselves now, and don’t have to do extra work. Isn’t it good?

Little Snowball didn’t know what to say: "If this is the case, civilization will not develop, and one day you may be destroyed by other civilizations."

"Then why does civilization have to survive? Is it just to suffer? If so, it is better to be destroyed." The townspeople said that they would never change their habit of fighting.

Duran laughed. Snowball still couldn't convince them. His great principles were too unrealistic. He should get along with them first and then cut off the firewood.

It's not the lack of wealth that is worrying, but the inequality. When everyone is poor, no one will feel hard. Only when a group of people who don't participate in the battle royale suddenly appear in the town will they change their minds. This kind of thing can't be done in a short time.

Duran called this transformation "civilization redemption", which means that civilization changes over a long period of time. The Renaissance is "civilization redemption", the New Culture Movement is "civilization redemption", and now this place also needs a civilization redemption. Only in this way can everyone's thinking change.

In fact, all the efforts of Duran and Denise now are not to carry out a "civilization redemption" in one of the countless multiverses. A little spark will eventually burn the entire multiverse.

Snowball did too little preparation. It was obviously not enough to rashly come to this planet that is completely different from the dog civilization to act as a savior dog.

But Snowball is Snowball after all. He immediately thought that he could not send materials, but productivity and production tools. In this way, he could first let some people get more resources, thereby influencing the thoughts of these people.

No matter how difficult this change is, Snowball will not give up, because he accepts Duran's guidance, hoping to absorb more advantages of other civilizations and see more shortcomings of other civilizations, so that the dog civilization can develop healthily in the end.

Unknowingly, Duran once again acted as a life mentor, and he was really lonely like snow.