"Then if the nation is founded, what kind of system will be built? Democracy? Or a monarch?" Li Yunpeng asked.

"monarch!"

Everyone said in unison.

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

Seeing that he seemed to have some doubts, Zhang Tao said: "My Lord City Lord, this is the case. At the beginning of this proposal, there were indeed many voices in support of democracy, but afterwards, after discussion, a consensus was finally reached."

After that, he also glanced at Wang Shiyan, with a vague fear in his eyes.

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

She smiled sweetly and did not speak.

Li Yunpeng knew that the sweet woman outside, her wrists were getting tougher and harder, and she couldn't see it normally.

But that's okay, she can be alone, and she has a lot less to worry about.

"Well, I will take note of the matter. The founding of the country is not a trivial matter. I need to consider it carefully and make a final ruling after a week." Li Yunpeng said.

After hearing the words, everyone immediately stood up, bowed and bowed, and retreated one by one.

"Poetry, yes, silently, you can already fully control the administrative work." Li Yunpeng said.

"Brother Peng, Moyang City is your foundation. Of course, you have to fully control it. Since I killed someone for the first time, I have understood the rules of this world. It has been different from the past. After all, I am soft-hearted and will be slaughtered. No matter how others look at it, praise it. No matter how verbally, I am a woman, and I am your woman, I just want to guard Moyang City for you, and guard the territory you have fought so hard. No one can get involved!"

Wang Shiyan's remarks faintly carried a queen demeanor of the world.

Li Yunpeng was moved in his heart, and gently pulled her into his arms, so that the woman was like this. What could the husband ask for?

Counting up, Li Yunpeng's ancestor was eight generations, and he had never even been a village head. In his generation, he had to go straight to the sky to become a monarch. This was really exciting. No wonder he didn't think about it.

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

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

As the earliest human city to be recovered, Wuzhou City is also the administrative center of Doyang City. It is now more prosperous than before the end of the world.

Under the painstaking management of Wang Shiyan and others, people's lives have returned to normal and business operations have resumed, creating a prosperous scene.

Today is a day off. Many children are playing on the street. The original warm scene, but the dialogue in it makes Li Yunpeng stop.

"Are you here, my class, and a few Gangxi refugees are coming tomorrow."

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

......

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

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

"Don't stop them, Lao Si asked the puppets to think about what kind of person you want to be when you grow up, do you want it."

"I want to be a mercenary!"

"I also want to be a mercenary. Baba shrinks. As long as you have power in your hand, you can eat delicious food everywhere."

Li Yunpeng's face was gloomy. From the children's conversations, he could know the parents' mentality.

It seems that there is not much sense of belonging to Moyang City. Maybe, it’s really time to change. If the people under their subordinates are not condensed into the will of the country, then they will always be scattered. Once there is a crisis in Moyang City, these people are easily shaken.

Li Yunpeng, who was still a little hesitant, firmed up the idea of ​​building the country.

It is now golden autumn and October, which is the harvest season of the year. The seeds planted in spring have now become golden grains.

Li Yunpeng set the date of the founding of the nation on October 28, which counts as a date and can basically complete the autumn harvest before then.

The news that Li Yunpeng is about to establish a nation spread like wildfire, and all the people under his command will be known within a few days.

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

Among them, there are many sensible people who are very disdainful. Historical retrogression? Human civilization has collapsed. How can we regress?

But in any case, Moyangcheng is still in charge of Li Yunpeng, and their lives will not change much, so when it comes to this topic, they are basically looking forward to it.

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

South China Sea Province, Blue Sea Fleet.

When Xiong Chu finally got the news, he had been 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 didn't know if he could withstand the stimulation.

But the matter is important, and Luo Xiaotian must also be known.

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

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

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

Luo Xiaotian turned his head, "Are you still okay?"

"Oh, no, it's okay."

"It's okay, what are you doing there, you should go busily!" Luo Xiaotian said.

"Oh, okay, okay." Xiong Chumo reacted and turned and left, but he turned back halfway after opening the door.

"There is something to say, there is fart!" Luo Xiaotian said unhappily.

Xiong Chumo is cruel, Mad, you have to talk about it if you don't talk about it!

"Sir, there is something...I don't know what to say...Can your body...can bear it?" Xiong Chumo said.

As an old subordinate, he knew too much about Luo Xiaotian's behavior. He had a clear breeze in his sleeves, and he was a man. If he knew that Li Yunpeng was the founding of the country and became a king by himself, he would not know if he would be angry.

"Fuck you, don't talk about it, you will have to suffocate Lao Tzu to death, hurry up!" Luo Xiaotian said angrily, if it weren't for Lao Tzu's sickness in bed, he would have to give you two feet.

Xiong Chumo glanced at Luo Xiaotian, hesitated and said: "Li Yunpeng...he...is going to establish a nation."

Luo Xiaotian stared at him, "Nothing?"

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

Luo Xiaotian retracted his gaze and turned to lie down, looking at the ceiling with both eyes, without the thunderous thunder that Xiong Chu had expected, and even no expression.

After a long time, Luo Xiaotian said: "Go, prepare a big gift, and wait for Li Yunpeng's founding of the country, and send it over."

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

Luo Xiaotian paused and said, "Nuclear bomb!"

"hiss!"

Xiong Chumo took a sigh of relief, Commander-in-Chief Luo, he wanted to kill Li Yunpeng!