Start a Base

"Then if we build a country, what kind of system should we build? Democracy? Or a monarch?" Li Yunpeng asked.

"monarch!"

Everyone said in unison.

"Oh?" Li Yunpeng was a little surprised. The power of the monarchy is relatively concentrated. Shouldn't these people support democracy?

Zhang Tao saw that he seemed to have some doubts, so he said, "Master City Lord, it is like this. At the beginning of this proposal, there were indeed many voices supporting democracy, but after...after discussions, a consensus was finally reached."

After all, he glanced at Wang Shiyan, with a trace of hidden fear in his eyes.

Li Yunpeng caught it keenly, and turned to look at Wang Shiyan.

She smiled sweetly, but did not speak.

Li Yunpeng knew in his heart that this sweet woman on the outside was getting tougher and tougher, and he couldn't tell it usually.

But this is also good, she can be alone, and she has less to worry about.

"Well, I've made a note of the matter. The founding of the country is not a trivial matter. I need to think it over carefully and make a final decision after a week." Li Yunpeng said.

When everyone heard the words, they immediately stood up, bowed to salute, and retreated one by one.

"Shiyan, yes, you can completely control the administrative work without making a sound." Li Yunpeng said.

"Brother Peng, Moyang City is your foundation, so of course you have to fully control it. Ever since I killed someone for the first time, I have understood the rules of this world. It is different from the past. A soft heart will eventually be slaughtered by others. No matter what others think, praise it No matter if you abuse me, I am a woman, and I am your woman, so I want to defend Moyang City and the territory you have earned so hard for you, and no one can touch me!"

Wang Shiyan's words carried a faint demeanor of a queen looking down on the world.

Li Yunpeng was moved in his heart, and gently pulled her into his arms, what more could a husband ask for if he had such a daughter?

Counting up, Li Yunpeng has eight generations of ancestors, and he has not even been a village chief. In his generation, it is really exciting to go straight to the sky and become a monarch. No wonder he didn't think about it for a while.

After separating from Wang Shiyan, Li Yunpeng wore a low-brimmed hat and strolled in Wuzhou City.

Today, there are not many people who can recognize Li Yunpeng. His image and temperament are very different from the past. Only the closest relatives or those who are qualified to meet him can recognize him.

As the earliest recovered human city, Wuzhou City is also the administrative center of Doom City, and it is now more prosperous than before the Doomsday.

Under the painstaking management of Wang Shiyan and others, people's lives have returned to normal, businesses have resumed operations, and it is a thriving scene.

Today is a rest day, and many children are playing on the street. The original warm scene, but the dialogue in it made Li Yunpeng stop.

"Why are you here now, my class, some Gangxi refugees are coming tomorrow."

"Four oh, four oh, my class is the same, I don't like turning over refugees from Gangxi."

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The conversations of several immature children were full of discrimination, which made Li Yunpeng frown.

Moyang City is only a few provinces, and now even children are starting to be xenophobic?

"Don't shuttle them, Lao Si let us think about what kind of person you want to be when you grow up, do you want it?"

"I want to become a mercenary!"

"I want to become a mercenary too. Papa has shrunk. As long as I have strength in hand, I can eat delicious food wherever I go."

Li Yunpeng's face was gloomy. From the child's conversation, he could know the parent's mentality.

It seems that there is not much sense of belonging to Moyang City. Maybe, it is really time to change. If the people under his command are not condensed into the will of the country, then they will always be a mess. Maybe they are forced to make a living and temporarily obey orders, but Once a crisis occurs in Doyang City, these people are easily shaken.

Li Yunpeng, who was still a little hesitant at first, became firm in his idea of ​​Jianguo.

At this time, it is golden autumn and October, which is the harvest season of the year. The seeds planted in spring have now turned into golden grain.

Li Yunpeng set the date of the founding of the country on October 28. Counting the days, the autumn harvest can basically be completed before then.

The news that Li Yunpeng was about to establish a nation spread like wildfire, and all the people under his command knew it within a few days.

There are those who are happy, and there are those who complain secretly. The vast majority of people support this, but they are quite critical of the system, the monarchy? Isn't this a step backwards in history?

Among them, many sensible people are very disdainful, the retrogression of history? Human civilization has already collapsed, so why go backwards?

But no matter what, Li Yunpeng is still in charge of Moyang City, so their lives will not change much, so when talking about this topic, they are basically looking forward to it.

Compared with the people of Moyang City, the attitudes of various forces are different.

South China Sea Province, Blue Sea Fleet.

When Xiong Chumo got the news, he was hesitant to tell Luo Xiaotian who was still lying on the hospital bed. After all, the old man's body had just recovered, and he wondered if he could stand the stimulation.

But the matter is very important, and Luo Xiaotian must know it.

Xiong Chumo hesitated and came to the ward, "Sir, are you feeling better?"

Luo Xiaotian nodded, "It's okay, the little bastard Wang Lang is gone, my body seems to be recovering faster than before."

Xiong Chumo was a little absent-minded, "Oh... that's good."

Luo Xiaotian turned his head, "Do you have anything else to do?"

"Oh, no, nothing."

"It's okay you're there

What are you doing, you should be busy! "Luo Xiaotian said.

"Oh, ok, ok." Xiong Chumo came to his senses, turned around and left, but just as he opened the door half way, he turned around again.

"If you have something to say, if you have to fart!" Luo Xiaotian said unhappily.

Xiong Chumo was cruel, Ma De, if you don't talk about it, you have to talk about it!

"My lord, there is something... I don't know how to say it... Can your body...be able to bear it?" Xiong Chumo said.

As an old subordinate, he knows Luo Xiaotian's character very well. He has a clean sleeve and is devoted to the public. If he knows that Li Yunpeng founded the country and established himself as the king, he wonders if he will be blown up.

"Damn it, if you don't talk about it, it will kill me to death, so hurry up and say it!" Luo Xiaotian said angrily, if it weren't for my father being sick in bed, I would have given you two feet.

Xiong Chumo glanced at Luo Xiaotian, and hesitantly said: "Li Yunpeng...he...is going to found a country."

Luo Xiaotian stared at him, "It's gone?"

"Oh, the date is set for October 28th."

Luo Xiaotian withdrew his gaze, turned to lie flat, and looked at the ceiling with both eyes, without the fury that Xiong Chumo had expected, and even without any expression.

After a long time, Luo Xiaotian said: "Go, prepare a big gift, and give it to Li Yunpeng on the day when the country is founded."

"Great gift? What kind of gift?" Xiong Chumo asked.

Luo Xiaotian paused and said, "Nuclear bomb!"

"hiss!"

Xiong Chumo took a sharp breath, Lord Commander Luo, this is to kill Li Yunpeng in one go!

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