The old chief was very powerful. Pan Ting went to watch the logging of wood for a while. When he returned, the old chief convened a promotional speech for the establishment of the country. The speech went very smoothly, mainly focusing on three themes: the gods suggested that gods would help, gods were spiritual leaders.

Pan Ting looked at the audience's faces. They might not understand, but they would definitely obey.

After the speech, the old chief welcomed Pan Ting into the room, waiting for his spiritual guidance.

Pan Ting was a little embarrassed. When he was on Earth, the biggest official he had ever been the team leader of the elementary school. That was the first year he entered elementary school. The teacher saw that he was energetic and helped improve the morale of the class, so that he could be the teacher's original words. In his opinion, it was so handsome that the whole class was shocked. Later, when he was removed from his post, the teacher said that he encouraged the atmosphere of abandonment in class - who made him so handsome that the whole class was as magical as magic.

Recalling his glorious history, Pan Ting sighed proudly and looked out the window.

A handsome guy from the Ice and Snow Clan walked over.

Two handsome men from the Ice and Snow Clan walked over.

...

Pan Ting withdrew his gaze and said seriously: "The establishment of a country must have a transparent, efficient, reasonable and pragmatic system."

The old chief, the senior group, Damaizi said in unison: "Oh..."

"And the premise of formulating a transparent, efficient, reasonable and pragmatic system requires a smart and reliable drafter who understands the tribe."

"oh……"

Pan Ting patted the old chief's shoulder: "After my observation for many days, your sincerity and courage have deeply touched my heart. I think people will not be wrong. It is best to give them to you by drafting the system bill."

The old chief agreed without objection, took out the wooden board and a small stone knife from the room, squatted beside Pan Ting, and said piously: "Please give me guidance."

"Well, in this way, first of all, we must have a general outline. The Kingdom of God is the country ruled by the people." After Pan Ting finished speaking, he heard the old chief whispering to himself: "The Kingdom of God is the country ruled by the God of God."

"It is the people who make the decision." Pan Ting corrected.

The old chief said: "God is the only people."

Pan Ting: "..." That is to say, he is the only commoner in the whole country?

"The purpose of the country is to 'harmoniously live together and create prosperity together'."

"I still need that...uh, abide by the law, unite and be friendly."

"Respect the elderly and love the young and protect women."

"Love the environment, be hygienic, and don't spit anywhere."

"And..." Pan Ting suddenly closed his mouth and looked at the old chief who was writing hard beside him, with a complicated expression, "It seems like you are the drafter."

The old chief said for granted: "The gods are the spiritual leaders."

"..." Pan Ting suddenly reached out to strip his clothes.

The old chief was stunned and let him open it.

After Pan Ting pulled off his clothes, he looked at the white and loose belly and shook his head in disbelief: "Maybe! You are so cunning, how could your belly be white?"

He turned his head in pain and saw the elderly group and Damaizi lifting up their clothes together and exposing their belly to show him.

Pan Ting: "..."

With Pan Ting making trouble, the senior group headed by the old chief finally agreed to follow the general outline and think of specific system terms.

Pan Ting solved one thing and immediately started another thing, "Make a map, then mark the territory of our country, build a sign, and erect it on the border. If anyone crosses the border..." He thought for a while, unless the territory was small, it would be impossible to establish a level with the current personnel of the Glorious Clan. "Anyway, just let others know who this territory belongs to."

He paused and said, "This task is handed over to the eldest nephew." The eldest nephew is the descendant of his nephew. Looking at this similar face can always make his heart feel a little warm.

The simple and kind Glorious clan obviously does not understand what nepotism means, and Damaizi and others are meaningless.

"The last and most important task is that we need to establish a government!"

The head of government needs no need to ask, naturally, the chief and the heir of the chief are the main ones. The departments must be divided into departments, national defense, diplomacy, and finance... If a country is established, should be issued currency? If a currency is issued, should a financial system be established? If a financial system is established, should an audit system be established? If an audit system is established, should an audit system be established...

Damaizi stopped as she looked at Pan Ting and said, her face getting paler and paler, and she couldn't help but touch his face worriedly.

Pan Ting hit the wall: "It's true that a country is not something that can be done by one person."

With the spirit of sharing joys and sorrows that I must never let others enjoy their happiness when I am in pain, Pan Ting returned to the space to find Sa'er, but only Zaozi was there.

Pan Ting wrapped his arm around Zaozi's neck: "We are the same group, right?"

"Of course!" Unicorn made a very loyal person.

"Say! What conspiracy is he planning?"

Zaozi said: "From his elusive whereabouts, I guess..."

"Um?"

"He may have worked hard as always."

...

Pan Ting beat up a single horn and left!

The cause of founding a country is in full swing.

The national map has been drawn, and it has the characteristics of a god-divine kingdom. I have been wandering in the woods and lakes. The location of the god-divine statues in the tribe has been marked out greatly, and there are also obvious locations where prey often appear.

"Is that good?" Damaizi looked at him expectantly.

Pan Ting resisted the urge to poke the hole on the point marked with the statue and nodded in front of him: "Has the Ministry of Foreign Affairs established?"

Damaizi came up with a young man with a yellow-brown skin and a handsome appearance. "Madoff."

Only myself, the world where Sa'er's name is not a man, is so lonely, and finally another one is added. Pan Ting asked, "Are you a member of the Gaowu clan?"

"Father Gaowu clan, mother Guangrong clan." He smiled, silly.

Pan Ting said: "I hope you will inherit the advantages of your father and mother." To be honest, the position of Foreign Minister is indeed the most suitable Gaowu clan among the three major races. They are good at maximizing interests. However, considering the selfish personality of Gaowu clan, he is a little worried that Gaowu clan uses his position to seek personal gain, and mixed-race children solve this problem well - they hope that all they can get along with their advantages.

He suddenly said, "Did your father live with his mother?"

Madoff looked at him in confusion: "How can men live with women?"

"What about that?"

"Men should live with men, they are the same kind, women live with women, they are the same kind."

Go is also a place where black pieces and black pieces are put together, and white pieces are put together.

He said so reasonably, Pan Ting was speechless. Forget it, he should not force it in terms of freedom of love and freedom of marriage.

"Call everyone you should call, let's hold a meeting, set up the system, and then study the law." Pan Ting suddenly thought that if there is a law, there will be punishment, prison cells, and even criminal law. Are such things really suitable for the simple and kind glorious clan? Teaching according to their aptitude varies from person to person. As the creator, should he give up his inherent ideas and establish a new management system?

The old chief said: "We have formulated a detailed system, please look at it."

Pan Ting couldn't understand the words, "You miss it."

"One, the first prey you hunt every time you have to be handed over to the gods."

Pan Ting: "..." This is a sign of respect for him. It's rare.

"Two, God takes turns to sleep in each household every night."

Pan Ting: "..." He held him so high in front, but he was allowed to sleep in Baijia Bed?

"Three, God God takes half of the time every year..." The thick white eyebrows raised up, making his eyes wider, and looked at him carefully, "Stay in the Kingdom of God."

"Stop!" Pan Ting finally couldn't help it, "How did I find out that the only object of these institutional constraints is me? What about you, what about the system you have to abide by?"

The old chief said, "Listen to you."

"..." It's right. Whatever they say, they do, and the country becomes a one-man show, and there will be no differences at all. What else do the system do? It's the system.

"But, I always feel something is wrong." Pan Ting, whose Silu was accidentally abducted, scratched his head in confusion.

Later, the system seminar was held several times. It was not until the eighth meeting that Pan Ting proposed the view that "the so-called system is to ensure that you can still follow my will and implement my policy in accordance with my will" that he made breakthrough progress.

The old chief said, "Okay, write down whatever you want us to do."

"Oh." Pan Ting agreed and picked up the small stone knife.

...

Pan Ting scratched his scalp with the back of the stone knife, and it seemed that something was wrong?

Pan Ting grabbed the wooden board and carved several Chinese characters, which were considered profound ancient divine texts, and then grabbed his eldest nephew as a coolie. He said that he wrote it.

"First, don't talk when eating or sleeping. It's not allowed to talk when eating meat!" Every time saliva and gravy are sprayed on your face.

"Second, don't touch other people's faces before washing your hands." Every time I apply a greasy face.

"third……"

The bang drum suddenly rang.

The eldest nephew stood up suddenly, looked at Pan Ting, and hesitated to look outside.

"What happened?" Pan Ting asked.

The eldest nephew said, "There are many outsiders coming."

Pan Ting said: "Who?"

Damaizi quickly sent someone to tell him the answer.

"The Snow Tribe's patriarch led his tribe to come over and wanted to join our country."

"Is that?" Pan Ting was skeptical, "How did they know that we have established a country?"

"It is the guidance of the messenger of God." The leader of the Snow Tribe is an extremely handsome and tall young man. His snow-white hair is like a layer of thin snow, covering most of his body. His purple lips are poisoned and sexy.

While admiring his beauty, Pan Ting asked Damaizi absent-mindedly: "Did you send someone?"

Big wheat shook his head.

The snow tribe leader was slightly angry: "How could they be the messengers of God with such ugly appearance?"

An answer came from Pan Ting's heart: "What color is his hair?"

"red."

...
Chapter completed!