“Enriching or aimless?” Milo frowned and said, “We’re facing a food shortage crisis, so there’s no time to think about all that.”
Emeka said, “That was why I stopped Ms. Steele. It’s not because I want to throw away the potatoes, but because I hope Future Commander will give the order to sell them at parity prices to stabilize the market and not give them out to the stronghold residents for free. Not everyone is that ambitious. When they realize they can survive without putting in any hard work, many people will become utterly complacent.”
Milo thought for a moment and said, “If it were me, I would go and do something more meaningful if I didn’t have to worry about having enough to eat and wear.”
“Future Commander, that’s you, but there will always be a portion of people in society who are prone to laziness.” Emeka said in seriousness, “Why are there able beggars in the stronghold? In this era of hardship, why do some young people still laze around at home while their parents work to support them?”
“There aren’t many people who are truly motivated and have a sense of self-control. The people who play mahjong all night long will only leave the table if they still need to work to survive. If they can continue sitting at the mahjong table without doing anything else, they might as well be useless. Of course there’s nothing wrong with always playing, but what if it’s playing for a month or two, or what about a year or two?”
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