At the end of the second day, everyone was satisfied to see the dark circles and blank eyes on the faces of the prisoners of war. Shocking scenes are always hard to sleep, thoughts and mental malaise afterward. Of course, there were also excited capitulators, with the words "Go back to the Empire" written on their faces, which was not expected by Dr. Wei, the author of this educational program. Someone wants to "abandon the darkness and turn to the light" and "change the court" so quickly, is this a lack of personal will or bitterness? Dr. Wei stood beside the construction site and frowned, the improvement of this plan needs to be further studied.

Dr. Wei always liked to refer to himself as a Ph.D. - I don't know if he was happy with his returnee Ph.D. in economics or if he didn't like the name his parents had given him, but according to a colleague who used to with him at a barbecue stall in the new district, it was a bit of both, and as for the credibility of his drunken speeches, it was up in the air.

Dr. Wei initially joined the New District Working Group with a group of experts. There is no pressure of Bensan, no emotional constraints, and no burden of family business, with a good father and talent, he can easily get a ticket to the new world. Starting from Elta's analysis of the economic structure, he easily found the seemingly seamless but irreconcilable contradictions in this economic system. The use of economic means to solve the problems of the future began to become his ideas and thesis discussions. As a result, his thesis was unanimously acclaimed, and he was transferred to the POW Working Group. Here, how to use these prisoners of war became a testing ground for him and his colleagues, elites from all walks of life, to practice the "peaceful evolution" of the Elta empire and its subjects.

After another day of uneventful labor, the POWs consciously sat in front of the screen with anticipation. After the whistle blew, they were once again captivated by the subtitles.

"This is the life of the average person among us"

The camera slides through the streets, clearly a mobile shot with a vehicle. The road is smooth and free of dust and gravel, the block is neat, there is no trace of garbage and urine piled up on the road, and the greenery looks fresh and elegant. Aside from the avenue wider than the imperial capital Garcia, it is not something that the earth buns can imagine if the place where you walk can become a park.

The lens is gradually pulled up. It turns out that such a road is nothing more than a leaf capillary of the city. Countless people and cars flow freely in it. Time flew forward again, and the radiant city that never sleeps shone with a blurry glow in the night sky.

The camera continues to pull up. Such points of light on the entire continent are no longer distinguishable from each other, and this is a processed satellite photo. The city here no longer has to submit to the obscenity of darkness, and every corner is covered with light like day. How many candles do you have to do! Can torches and candles shine so terrifyingly?

The camera pulls up and pulls out the screen frame, and it turns out that it is just the picture of a mobile phone (exclaimed the POW. The teenager then made a video call, and the camera then panned to the teenager and girl sharing dinner in the restaurant.

In the midst of the lights of thousands of homes, every family is enjoying a pleasant dinner time. This made the noses of many veterans who had already started a family sour, and this Chu Ge's board seemed to hit the veterans' hearts, but it was actually very heart-wrenching. They were either voluntarily or coerced into the army and tied their lives to their crotches in exchange for food rations and living expenses for their families, and when they died, no one would remember them, not even if someone came to the door to report to the widow.

It's early morning again. The family went their separate ways, and countless people poured into schools, hospitals, enterprises, agencies, and factories, and the peaceful scenes filled the people present with countless expectations. Although they are of different genders, different clothes and different appearances, they seem to be high and low, but their faces are full of the same confidence, and their lives today and tomorrow and the future seem to be under their feet, that is, they are stepping on the road of the rising sun.

As these clips gradually penetrate into the lives of the people in this country, the POWs begin to realize that they also want to live like the residents in the film, living without worrying about starvation and disease, living in a clean and tidy house instead of a house infested with feces and bugs and fleas, and not having to worry about hunger every day, which may be the life they want!

The subtitles and female voice at the end are also intriguing.

"You can have as long as you want."

If they were just a pitiful vassal of this magical society before, as of this day, a large part of them have understood their direction, and a small number of them have understood the purpose of these captives. Everyone has taken a reassuring pill, and tomorrow may be waiting for them the same labor as yesterday, but the meaning is completely different. Perhaps yesterday they were working for their own food, and today they will be working for their future. For the vast majority of them, this kind of life is definitely a new and irresistible temptation. But new questions began to spread during the night in the camp.

If the Imperial army is vulnerable to this group, why should it show the enjoyment of its own people to the defeated soldiers, and go to great lengths to make promises to win hearts and minds and in fact buy off humanity? If Elta were to be conquered, it would be much easier for the group to roll up their sleeves themselves than to direct them to put out the fire. So what exactly can they do? Or rather, what do they want them to do?

Of course, no prisoner of war could have answered this question correctly at the time, but if we had turned the clock back and asked Frank, who had just swept away the rice bowl, he would have swallowed his meal and looked at you seriously:

"Learn."

Frank was now busy every day, learning the basics of agricultural machinery during the day under the tutelage of a master from a technical school who had come from afar, and in the evening there was a real class, and every day there was a lesson in politics and mathematics or literacy, which was actually commissioned by the working group to the literate captives.

The Working Group considered that the teaching of the current captives should at least reach the point of having a set of universal teams for the use of machinery, the repair of machinery, the assistance of planting, the assistance of animal husbandry, and the assistance of medicine in each of the lord's districts. They hope that these people will be able to complete their education before the beginning of spring, and bring these simple knowledge of saving labor or increasing production and even saving people from fire and water to the farm, in the field. There is no need for force, and it is easy for people in the lower classes to recognize which is better and which is inferior. Never before had an upper-middle-class ruler be able to exist independently of the broad underclass, which is why Dr. Wei and his colleagues highlighted the crucial nature of the educational approach.