If there is a so-called daily life for ordinary people, what does it look like?

For Shina, no matter what it looks like, it is probably very far away.

His daily life is training and fighting.

As a young soldier, he was fascinated by the words of Ali Al Sasseus. A little older, he was trapped in a war of patriotism, never treated gentlely by Kurgis, but was watched by war and death for it.

The mood to survive was so intense at that time that his faith was broken.

After that… he joined the Heavenly Man.

The years in heaven and man may be the happiest time in his life.

Lockon Stratos, Tieria Ode, Areluya Haptison, King Lee Noriga, Ferute Gures, Ian Vasti... and Gundam... He can recall everyone's voice and content in full. The days with them are happy.

But in the time of heaven and man, training, fighting and separation... never stops.

Although they are both fighting, they are different. The battles in childhood only make him crazy and painful. However, the battles of heaven and man are ideal and selfless.

How far is all this from the daily life of ordinary people?

And how far away is the people on this land from the daily life of the three united citizens?

He walked out of the elevator, reached the door, stood on tiptoe, and gently rang the doorbell.

"Here, come, who is it?" A woman wearing a headscarf opened the door and looked down at the moment. Her face suddenly stretched out and looked very happy. The woman smiled beautifully, not in her appearance, but in her grace, so she would not decline with time. But she was not old, and she looked only twenty years old. She dressed very simple, and her clothes were a little dirty due to the day of work. Her pale hands kept rubbing her skirt, and then held Shin's little hand, which was very warm.

The legal marriage age of the people on this land is very low. She married Shina's father when she was a girl. Compared with most women of the same age in other countries, she has now become a mother of a big child. She has shouldered too many responsibilities and helplessness, and has seen too many tragedies.

The faith that shrouded in this land was not friendly to women.

"Soran, you're back. It's almost time for supper, so stay."

She was Shina's mother, and she almost said pleadingly. She was born a frank and friendly person, but the frankness, kindness and kindness in this world cannot determine whether a person is happy or not. In her life, it is full of regrets. The girlish imagination has never had a moment of germination, and her life has been ruthlessly decided. She obeyed her parents for the first ten years, and then she has obeyed her current husband. She has never had the so-called free moment. All life is just a mere life. Death, war, poverty, all of this covers her head. She dared not resist nor had the ability to resist...and then was born in a flash.

The moment was the only treasure in her life, which condensed all her love and all her expectations, and was the only light she could see in her bound life... the light that belongs to the future that she had never thought of.

But in an instant, everything changed. When Shina raised her gun to her, she almost collapsed. She knew that KPSA had found Shina a few years ago, but as the people and believers of this country, she and his husband had a naive delusion about this terrorist organization. They never thought that there would be such an end, but this ending would come.

Fortunately, I woke up in time in an instant.

Then, when KPSA took away the moment she had not completed the task, such a young child... she watched all this and did nothing. She was scared of everything, she... was scared. Looking back at that time, the huge guilt almost made her cramp, she kept crying and she kept shedding useless tears-

But now it's all over!

Then the happy life that belongs to our family can begin?

The days ahead are still long.

She thought.

"Okay, mom." Facing this emotion, I was at a loss and let my mother hold his soft little hand.

He is destined to be unable to accompany his family for too long. But at this moment, he is just a child loved by an ordinary woman.

There is no doubt about what happened to KPSA, the family is just enjoying this happy time in peace.

In the office, the warm sunlight poured on them through the spacious floor-to-ceiling windows, pulling their shadows to the opposite wall.

"Aren't that also very happy? Shina F. Qingying."

He turned the chair and said to the child.

Tieria was a very beautiful man. But the basis for people to determine dissidents was their appearance characteristics.

His skin is too white and his hair is weird, and he is incompatible with the people here. He calls himself Raphael and is regarded as a messenger of God by those who are trapped in the instant quantum explosion. However, for those people who know nothing, he is just a white-skinned heretic and demon.

Now he is a gentle person and does not want to stimulate the hearts of those suffering people, so he cannot come forward like when he was young and can only let others do it.

"But I am a person who can't be happy for my own happiness. You know, Tieria Ode."

There are also unfortunate families and unfortunate people on this land, and they cannot turn a blind eye to it in an instant.

Moreover, he knew very well that misfortune is something that can be contagious. No matter where it is, human society is connected to each other and will eventually be affected. But happiness is often something that is built on misfortune. When the misfortune that can be transferred and dispelled from conflicts disappears, happiness that is exalted by misfortune will also be in trouble.

On the other hand, only by actively challenging can you control your own destiny and choose the tomorrow you want.

He took off the small needle hat on his head in a moment of discomfort. This hat full of religious characteristics made him a little unhappy. But it was a gift her mother made for him. He felt an indelible guilt towards his parents, and he would not refuse to wear this thing.

He walked past Tieria, leaned against the floor-to-ceiling window and looked down, and saw the entire city.

The right to rule a city is rare, but it is not that difficult for people who have both strength and ability and can pay prices.

This is a city that no longer requires currency, and it belongs to Raiser's practice.

Raiser is the reorganized name of KPSA.

"What if those people refuse to hand over it? How do you deal with them?"

They refer to people who own capital and are not ready to obey program arrangements.

The initial currency was just a medium of transactions, which could be made of shells, paper, or metal, and was a convenient exchange for barter. By the end of the 23rd century, it was almost completely digitized. However, in the process of this change, the currency that could neither grow grain from the land nor process raw materials into products could increase its value... It was not through production, nor through transformation of nature.

All wealth originates from the common creation of the people, but in the process of distribution, people with more money can often get more, not through management, not through technical contributions, nor through real labor, but only because of money, land, and equipment. These money, these land, these equipment can be called capital, but if we trace it back to the beginning, land is born naturally, and equipment is the crystallization created by everyone. Isn’t this a strange thing?

They didn't get the answer.

Or the answers they got were too contrary to common sense in the world and also to the concepts they developed since childhood.

They were also frightened.

There is no shortage of these capital-owned people in this city.

People who own factories, land, equipment, and large houses and apartments have property rights to ask Raiser's messengers for more money and are not going to participate in the plan. They announced that all workers who use their factories, land and housing according to Raiser's arrangements must pay them money.

They don’t know the name of Raiser or the connection between Raiser and KPSA, but they just think it is an emerging designated municipal government.

"For these guys, how long have they been wasted... Maintenance and storage are both a loss for them, and they are even priced at such a high price."

The project leader complained here. Of course, he did not feel any responsibility for his tasks, but was just afraid of the punishment of the leaders in front of him.

"These are also their assets... Private property is sacred and inviolable, and this is written into the Kurgis Constitution. We have no morality or law to force them to contribute."

Tieria flipped over the legal text in her hand and felt helpless.

"I can't wait any longer, I can't convince them slowly."

I couldn't wait for a moment.

There is no way to raise funds to purchase the right to use all of this, there is no way to negotiate with them slowly to test their psychological price, and there is no way to satisfy everyone.

Then you can only do some tyrannical things.

"When you speak, someone dies, and when you negotiate, some families may be destroyed." Turning around immediately, "I have never done all this planning and management work. I don't know the chain of interests inside, I don't know what unspoken rules are there, and I don't know what sacred and inviolable regulations are involved..."

He is serious and is obviously just a child, but it makes people feel cold.

"All disobeyers are confiscated! Adults are subject to the second-level monitoring procedure."

He said to the person in charge.

In order to ensure the smooth progress of production, distribution and consumption, the program has a punishment and reward mechanism. Generally speaking, the working time assigned by the program is about six hours, and the second-level monitoring program will monitor at a higher level within eight hours. For example, once the terminal used by ordinary people is removed, it actually has nothing to do with it. As long as other terminals detect subsequent production, distribution and consumption, there will be no punishment, but it will be notified many times. The second-level supervision will directly feedback, delaying the distribution of materials the next day, and immediately requiring manual intervention... The second-level supervision is the level of the prisoners who need labor reform.

Of course, as long as the task is completed, it will be treated equally.

This is certainly not the best mechanism, but it is the faster mechanism.

Let this city that is dying alive as soon as possible, so that everyone can learn, work, and... live and get rid of the endless poverty.

Hearing this, the middle-aged man's forehead immediately burst into heavy sweat.

These capitalized people were certainly abandoned by the Kurgis Central interest group, but they were not affordable to him.

He did not believe in the power of this organization that took over the government.

"Mr. Quanta... isn't this suitable?" He remembered the code name of Raiser, and wanted to persuade the child whom he saw was childish. "This will arouse the anger of the people. Those property are also the income of their ancestors' hard work!"

"I know." He looked up at the tall adult and said, "But now it must be. I can't wait anymore... When you advise, there may be families who can't do anything to commit crimes!"

"Then let them die! Wouldn't it be damned if they violate the law?" he murmured, but he did not dare to say this in public, so he had to propose in a silence: "The government's relief funds can be used..."

It is obviously impossible. Kurgis' interest groups will not pay a penny. It is not enough to post the entire Raiser. What's more, can it be saved for a while?

He looked at him calmly for a moment.

Facing the gaze of a mere child, the fat middle-aged man could not bear it anymore. He looked at Tieria with a helping look and begged almost tremblingly: "Mr. Raphael, please persuade Mr. Quanta!"

Tieria had no expression on her face, and her glasses reflected the sunlight on the middle-aged man's face.

He said:

“Quanta’s idea is what I think.”

Before he could finish speaking, the middle-aged man took off his hat and smashed it on the ground under the shocked gaze of the two, shouting:

"Everyone and every other are dead. Then I quit. Isn't it possible? I resigned."

The man ran straight away.

Shina and Tieria exchanged a look.

Silence for a moment.

"So what to do next? Will you choose someone to do it? What should I do about this guy?"
To be continued...