I became a god by treasure hunting after arriving 500 years early

As Lu Yuan read out the list, Sha Mo and the others were simply overjoyed beyond words. According to traditional views, wasn't this list naming the founding heroes?

Well, the nation was a bit small, but they were still founders!

Even for old-timer Sha Sanli, a position had been arranged—Director of Education!

Director of Education for over 50,000 children, what did that imply?!
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It practically felt like commanding thousands of troops!

Becoming high-ranking officials undoubtedly made them feel an indescribable sense of achievement and responsibility due to their new statuses.

Their powers had increased, and they no longer needed to report many issue within their duties to Lu Yuan, but that also meant greater responsibilities... In short, the taste of power was something that could only be understood, not described.

Lu Yuan cleared his throat and promptly reprimanded these restless folk, "Our society has decided, class is a necessary thing at the moment."

"A civilization without classes is either primitive or one of the strongest top civilizations."

"But let me say this upfront, power must be caged, and the abuse of power is something we cannot tolerate. The current trial laws, temporarily called the Green Grass Laws, I do not wish to see any of you ending up in prison."

With the new officials in place, they were all very excited.

Each one thinking about how to pass this enthusiasm on to everyone else.

Furthermore, the high-level council, especially the Prime Chairman, Comrade Old Cat, had the duty to supervise them.

If there were significant errors, they could initiate an impeachment process at any time.

Old Cat, the scheming one, with glinting eyes, murmured in his heart, "It's just a few people in a department. They're this excited?"

It desired to see how the "Propaganda Group" would report today's meeting.

If the event "Establishment of the Human Civilization Government" was poorly reported, it would impeach the newly appointed Head of Propaganda tomorrow!

The newly appointed colleague, noticing Old Cat observing him, promptly realized this.

He instantly broke into a sweat, frantically thinking about his wording.

How come this job didn't seem so easy after all...

With noises abounded for a while, defining the responsibilities of each department.

Larger departments, like the Science and Security Departments, had over a hundred people.

Smaller departments, like the Propaganda Department, had barely a few people.

The provisional setup wasn't so provisional anymore.

Lu Yuan made several gestures, signaling everyone to quiet down.

"Friends, comrades, what I need to declare first is that we are still a very weak civilization. Don't think that having won the war, we can now live long on the Pangu Continent. How much ammunition do we still have?"

"There are 720,000 bullets left, only 22 artillery shells, and landmines and rocket launchers have also been exhausted," the newly appointed Logistics Director immediately said.

"Can we produce them?"

"Clearly... we can't."

"So, facing another disaster, it will be difficult for us to hold out."

The group went silent. Having witnessed the power of technological weapons, their old long spears and bows were no longer sufficient.

Although technological weapons could be purchased, these people, who had endured much hardship, clearly understood the principle "it's better to rely on oneself than on others."

Lu Yuan said, "We must set long-term plans and faithfully see them through to become stronger."

"Our first minor goal is to return to the human world and successfully meet with our mother civilization."

He was actually cribbing from a previous political lesson, "comprehensive construction of some social order." Of course, the provisional setup wasn't that complex; it needed to be something everyone could understand.

"The second medium goal is to survive in this harsh world."

"The third big goal, we will eventually become a civilization even stronger than the Green Grass Civilization!"

"These things should be written in our principles as the political lessons for the next generation. What does everyone think?"

Lu Yuan looked around. Except for Miss Conch, who was smiling broadly at him, everyone else was quite serious—Lu Yuan prepared to privately warn her, if you keep this up, I'll impeach you. (Miss Conch holds a secretary position.)

Sha Mo asked, "Since it's to be written into our principles, why not write it grander? Is there a civilization stronger than the Green Grass People?"

"The Gear Civilization and the Great Lai Empire should be stronger... but Green Grass is the strongest civilization we can contact. We can't feel the others, so it seems pointless to write them in."

"Since that's the case, I have no objections," Sha Mo nodded and smiled, "I'm just afraid that we'll achieve the big goal too soon, then stand bewildered with our swords drawn."

Everyone laughed, lightening the otherwise serious atmosphere.

Lu Yuan massaged his temples and shook his head, "Then let's tentatively decide on this."

The first goal, returning to the human world, albeit a bit self-serving from Lu Yuan, was also to get everyone "moving."

This place had mountains and water.

To the north was a vast desert, to the south a vast ocean.

The geographical position... truly privileged!

If they stayed here, potentially for hundreds or even thousands of years, they might not experience a monster attack.

But Lu Yuan deeply knew that for humans to completely succumb to laziness, it could be just a matter of a few generations away.

The first generation works diligently, aware of the difficulties of survival, earnestly striving to build up a substantial foundation.

The next generation could only appreciate a tiny part of these hardships and fail to grasp the difficulties of survival.

The generation after that might regard it as merely a myth, not knowing what a "survival crisis" even is.