Start a Base

According to intelligence, Wu Mu's Wulan army began to move frequently, and the vast territory originally occupied between cities was no longer defended.

"Li Dun, pass on my order to let the second army go to the seed base to help defend. Now is the critical period of spring plowing, so there must be no mistakes!"

"yes!"

Li Yunpeng had long ordered Li Ying to secretly establish an intelligence organization. The members were all professional spies summoned from the barracks. After controlling the entire province, Li Ying began to infiltrate outside the province.

At this time, he had a basic grasp of the Wulan army's movements.

No matter what the Wulan Army's plan is, the two guards' forces can basically guarantee that nothing will go wrong.

At this time, when the organizational structure of Xihai Province is being adjusted, it is not easy to go to war. Although the heads of the main departments have basically confirmed it, the staff of the subordinate units still need to be selected and tested layer by layer.

For several days in a row, Li Yunpeng paid special attention to the situation in Wulan Province, but Wu Mu showed no sign of attacking the seed cultivation base.

A large number of seeds have been cultivated at the base to supply the province's spring plowing needs.

If all goes well, enough food will be produced for tens of millions of people.

And within the sphere of influence of Moyang City, there are only four million people.

Compared with the original population of nearly 50 million in Xihai Province before the end of the world, in less than a year, there were almost no one in ten.

The tragedy of the last days can be seen in general.

On this day, Zhang Tao, Wu Gang, Ding Chaoyang and others made an appointment to meet with Li Yunpeng. After reporting some work progress, Zhang Tao said: "My lord, our Moyang City has a vast territory now, comparable to some small countries. I will discuss it later. It's time to build a nation."

Li Yunpeng was taken aback. He had never considered the matter of Jianguo. Xihai Province seemed huge, but he didn't pay attention to it. Isn't it too early to say this at this time?

He didn't want to be the laughing stock of the world like Wuyou Nation and Nanzhou Nation, with empty names and no use.

"Jianguo? Why?"

Wu Gang said: "Look, there are many cities under our jurisdiction now, and your identity is still the city lord, so it doesn't match."

Ding Chaoyang added: "Sheltering millions of people and saving human beings in times of crisis, such credits are enough to build a country."

After some persuasion from the crowd, Li Yunpeng was a little moved, but after thinking about it, he still refused. A small place is not worthy of his dream.

"We will discuss this matter later, and we must first hold Xihai Province firmly in our hands."

All the senior officials under Li Yunpeng looked at each other in blank dismay, the city lord was not interested in the throne, what should we do?

Now that Li Yunpeng said it, no one dared to refute, so he had to say goodbye and leave.

Li Yunpeng is an extremely pragmatic person, he doesn't care about his false name at all, no matter what his current title is, he is the undisputed uncrowned king of Xihai Province.

With nothing else to do, he planned to visit his two heartless brothers, one real and one fake.

Before the meeting, he communicated with these two people many times, hoping that they could take up some important positions and share his worries, but these two idiots were unwilling to kill them, saying that they were afraid of trouble.

Zhao Qian has recovered and been discharged from the hospital, and is recuperating in a house on Jingmen Street in the city center of Liu Zide. He is sitting on a rocking chair by the door, looking at the few people in front of him speechlessly.

The fake monk Zhao Si was squatting on the side of the street watching the beauties passing by without taking his eyes off it.

Ren Xiao and Liu Zide stood beside each other.

After Li Yunpeng arrived, he saw that these people were silent, and he was curious, "Monk, what are you doing?"

Zhao Siyi turned around, got up quickly and said, "Ah, it's okay, I'll take a stroll!"

Li Yunpeng: "???"

Liu Zide scolded with a smile: "You're a fool, brother Peng, this guy is a fake monk, drinking, eating meat, watching girls, doing everything."

Li Yunpeng: "..."

I had a little respect for him at first, but I didn't expect him to be a liar.

Zhao Sizhen smiled and said: "I can only look at this, and I cough when I look at others."

"What the hell!" Li Yunpeng resisted the urge to kill him, at least this fellow saved the life of the mercenary group. "Don't look, monk, tell me about your origin."

Zhao Si rolled his eyes, "I am the Holy Lord of the Western Regions, and I have traveled here..."

"Don't brag about riding a horse. I'm still the Holy Lord of the Western Regions. I'm still the God of the East China Sea. You're just a fake monk in the wilderness!" Ren Xiao ruthlessly attacked.

Li Yunpeng saw the virtue of the monk, and ran the train with his mouth full, fearing that he would not be able to tell the truth, so he simply stopped asking.

At this moment, Huo Huan came from a distance with flint. Li Yunpeng rarely appeared in public, and ordinary people basically didn't know him, Hu Huo started to shout loudly from a long distance away.

"My lord, my lord! I can see you now."

With this shout, the nearby people immediately gathered around. The people who followed Li Yunpeng at the beginning have basically become grassroots managers now. The impression of Li Yunpeng that later civilians only existed in legends.

Li Yunpeng's face was a bit ugly, if it wasn't for Huo Feng'er's face, the two of them would have been sent to the frontier a long time ago.

Li Yunpeng stepped into the room, Ren Xiao and Liu Zide stood guard at the door, and Zhao Sizi's eyebrows and eyes were full of color, and then dispersed the crowd.

Huo Huo felt that he might have gotten into trouble, and was about to turn around and slip away when he happened to run into Huo Feng'er.

"Er...Feng, Feng'er, why are you back?"

Huo Feng'er had a serious face, "If I don't come back again, you two might make something happen again!"

Huo Huan looked embarrassed, "I have been squatting for so long, and finally caught

Seeing the traces of the city lord, this is not a thrill, just..."

"You have something to do with the Lord City Master?" Huo Feng'er asked.

Huo Huan twitched a bit, "Look, the entire pedestrian street in the city center belongs to Liu Zide. With your status, why don't you want a store or two?"

"What is my identity? I have no identity!" Huo Feng'er felt that he was hopeless, "Wait for me here!"

Huo Huo's eyes lit up, "Okay, okay, don't worry, I will never disturb your meeting with the city lord."

Huo Feng'er glared at him, and walked into the house where Li Yunpeng was.

"Huo Feng'er? Aren't you practicing in Nanzhou City? Why do you have time to come back?" Li Yunpeng was a little surprised to see Huo Feng'er walking in.

Huo Feng'er looked at Li Yunpeng with complicated eyes, shy, happy, and...painful.

"I... I have become a fourth-level evolutionary." Huo Feng'er said with her head bowed.

"What? Level 4?" Li Yunpeng was startled. This girl must be too talented. How long did it take to surpass Liu Zide and reach level 4 evolution? The level of evolution is the same as her own!

Of course, this is when Li Yunpeng didn't devour the three fourth-level evolutionary crystals he got from Yingruan.

But even so, it's astonishing enough.

Li Yunpeng circled around her a few times, until Huo Feng'er's pretty face turned red, and said, "Be good, from now on, you don't have to worry about anything, just concentrate on cultivating on the altar of the devil!"

Huo Feng'er bit her lower lip tightly, "Brother Peng, I...I want to leave Xihai for a while."

PS: What do you think Li Yunpeng should be named if he founded the country? Discussions are welcome in the comment area of ​​this chapter, and the names with the most likes will be considered for selection.

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