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A large amount of materials were transported into Wang Yan's world, divided among the three tribes of Caesar, Alexander, and Arthur.
The three tribes were as joyous as if they were celebrating the New Year. Singing, dancing, and happiness filled the faces of every tribe member.
Wang Yan, however, had no intention of celebrating with the primitive people in the tribe.
At this time, Wang Yan sat alone on the mountaintop where he had first crossed into this world.
He had a special fondness for this place. It marked a turning point in his life, and in his peak moments of luck, he even considered building a shrine here after he had fully developed the planet!
But that was far in the future.
Now, as someone worth hundreds of millions who didn't need to worry about money for the time being, Wang Yan was pondering a very professional and serious question—what is civilization?
Seriously.
The planet's will should be crying. After neglecting his duties for so long, Wang Yan finally returned to the right path, contemplating something a god should actually think about!
The experiences of the three tribes, including Caesar's, on Earth highlighted many social problems and served as a wake-up call for Wang Yan.
He realized that he needed to understand the true meaning of civilization and then formulate a reasonable development plan.
Otherwise, his work couldn't progress at all!
He couldn't just fumble around, hammering out solutions randomly.
Look at what he had done these past few days.
It seemed like spreading fire was a serious task.
Moreover, the primitive tribes, whom he had disturbed so much, were now eagerly waiting for him to provide food every day—they were on the verge of being cultivated to just eat and do nothing!
This couldn't continue!
"Language and writing should be the foundation of civilization! Throughout Earth's history, whether it's Chinese civilization, Egyptian civilization, or any other, every enduring civilization has had its own written culture..."
"There must be writing for inheritance. Therefore, writing and language are the foundation and must be prioritized."
Wang Yan carefully wrote the two keywords "writing" and "language" in his notebook.
"Next should be order! Without order to restrain, any social structure will be a mess..."
"Order."
Wang Yan wrote down the second key word.
"Order alone isn't enough; morality should also be a part of civilization. If order is social restraint, then morality related to thought is equivalent to self-restraint..."
"Morality."
Wang Yan wrote the third key word.
"And then..."
Wang Yan stopped writing, his mind blank. He was suddenly frustrated by the lack of relevant knowledge and felt his thinking dry up.
The foundation of primitive society was too thin; it lacked almost everything, making it impossible to know where to start!
Earth had formed a huge and perfect civilized society over millennia. Such a complex system couldn't be imposed on a primitive society!
This was normal. Which civilization hadn't developed after tens of thousands of years of accumulation, building a solid foundation? Wang Yan was considering a quick solution—how could it be so easy?
Wang Yan smiled bitterly and put down his pen in frustration. He realized he was not well-suited to ponder such profound questions!
After all, he wasn't Laozi, Confucius, Zhuangzi, Han Feizi, Plato, or Socrates...
He was just a graduate from an ordinary second-rate university majoring in advertising, and his job after graduation was still art design.
Now, he was expected to consider such serious social issues, and he realized he wasn't in the right profession for this!
"I should have chosen Philosophy or Sociology!" Wang Yan sighed again, but it was too late for regrets now, and he had never imagined he would become a god!
No, what did he just think of? Suddenly, Wang Yan was taken aback, standing up excitedly, muttering to himself:
"Laozi represents Taoism, Tao is nature, and governance through non-action represents the basic law of the development of all things..."
"Confucius represents Confucianism, Confucianism is ethics, education, self-cultivation, representing ideological education..."
"Han Feizi represents Legalism, the law represents government order..."
"The Mohist school, represented by Mozi, is craftsmanship and construction, representing all trades and professions..."
"Agriculture is represented by the Farmers... politics by the Political Strategists..."
Wang Yan's previously exhausted thoughts suddenly cleared. Weren't the great sages in history, the Hundred Schools of Thought, the representative structures of society?
All he needed to do was fill in his own elements according to the framework set up by the sages—there was no need to start from scratch!
As for Plato and Socrates... what did they do?
Wang Yan completely forgot. Those foreigners... it was good enough to remember their names.
As expected, it was better to rely on the ancestors of his own country...
"The first step is language—first convey this policy to Li Zhan." Wang Yan cheered up and decided to assign tasks to his only employee. "Right, Li Zhan..."
Wang Yan patted his forehead and suddenly remembered that he had sent Li Zhan to the desert to reflect because he found him annoying!
And then he had forgotten about him!
By now, three or four hours must have passed!
Poor Li Zhan!
Hopefully, nothing bad has happened.
His money was still in Li Zhan's bank account!
Location, observe!
Li Zhan was on the verge of death, curled up behind a sand dune, his eyes dull, his lips chapped, looking as if he were about to expire!
Wang Yan was startled and quickly summoned him back.
The scene changed abruptly. The temperature dropped, and the air seemed moist. Li Zhan's consciousness instantly returned. He rolled his eyes and saw Wang Yan. He wanted to say something excitedly, but when he opened his mouth, all that came out were dry, rasping sounds. His long thirst and uncontrolled shouting had left him without saliva, and his throat was almost useless!
Wang Yan quickly fetched a large bucket of pure water from the primitive tribe and poured it over Li Zhan's body and head.
Li Zhan, like a parched fish, gulped down the water from the sky, rehydrating his severely dehydrated body.
After a while, Li Zhan regained his vitality, snatched the water bucket from Wang Yan, and after another round of frenzied drinking, he sobbed: "Boss, I thought you had abandoned me!" He choked out, "Ugh... I know I was wrong... I'll definitely follow your instructions from now on, whatever you say goes..."
Wang Yan smiled apologetically: "You can still have your own opinions!"
Li Zhan: "..."
What should he say this time? Should he admit, "Sorry, I forgot about you," after hurting his subordinate's feelings so much?
So, Wang Yan settled down, recalling how leaders in films and television handled such situations. Then, he patted Li Zhan on the shoulder, trying to comfort his bruised spirit: "Li Zhan, work hard. You're my first employee. The position of the main god is still reserved for you!"
Li Zhan's tears flowed instantly, and he choked out, "Thank you, boss."
Wang Yan smiled: "You're welcome; you've earned it!"
"..."
Li Zhan was taken aback for a moment. He lost control of his emotions and cried loudly. At forty-something, he felt as if he were a child again, overwhelmed with both relief and determination.