What about taxes? Will you pay for which side you want to pay? It will not cause vicious competition between the two governments, which will infinitely lower the tax prices, or both parties reach an agreement and raise taxes at the same time?

When he asked the question, he knew that he was thinking too much.

The man said, "What is tax?"

"What does the government do every day?" Pan Ting recalled that although he helped the Kingdom of God and God establish a government and divided the departments, he did not tell them about the government's functions. Now the government is likely to be just a false and empty arsenal.

“Organize us to hunt.”

"Organize us to build a house."

“Organize us to pave the way.”

Pan Ting said: "Would you like to bring your own dry food?"

The man nodded, "If you want to go, don't go."

Pan Ting said again: "What are the benefits of the government?"

"If we agree, we must donate some of the prey. The government will organize us to work if we receive enough prey. If not enough, we will cancel it and everyone will take all the prey back."

Pan Ting was stunned when he heard this, "This city, these streets, and these houses come from this?"

The man said proudly: "The street ahead has prey I donated, and I was only sixteen at that time."

Pan Ting said: "Are there many people from the Guangrong clan on the donation list?" He thought of the urinary nature of the Gaowu clan, and he felt a little unfair for the Guangrong clan.

The man looked at him strangely: "The population of the Guangrong clan is so small, how could it be more numerous?"

Pan Ting talked to him for a while before he realized that the great disaster seventy-eight years ago united all races and communicated frequently, especially the Guangrong clan and Gaowu clan. There were very few purebred Guangrong clans and Gaowu clans, but the Ice and Snow clans still maintained their aloofness. After the great disaster, only one-third of the people joined the Kingdom of Gods, and the remaining two-thirds established the Kingdom of Gods north of the Kingdom of Gods.

Pan Ting said: "Can you take me to the East and West governments for a look?"

The man said, "I'm rushing to see my lover have children."

Pan Ting was surprised: "Have you established a marriage system?"

"Marriage? What is that?"

"You just mentioned your lover, what kind of relationship do you have?"

"Why don't you know anything?" The man looked at him with inquiry and scrutiny. "These are common sense, but you know nothing. It really makes people suspect that you came from the kingdom of God, even though you don't look like you at all."

"So what happened to the Kingdom of God?"

The man changed his face: "I must report you!"

Only then did Pan Ting realize that the relationship between the Kingdom of God and God was in dire straits. He took a lot of words to make the other party believe that he was not a spy sent by the Kingdom of God, but a descendant of the Gaowu clan and the Guangrong clan who were separated during the disaster.

The other party said: "Women should not go out to hunt during pregnancy, so it is stipulated that we who have been with her will take turns to send her prey until the end of the breastfeeding period."

"Did the child grow up with his mother?"

"Yes." The humane said, "her clothes are very good and will raise children well."

Pan Ting silently restrained his machismo, "Sorry to bother you for so long, take me to see your child."

The man's lover lived in a mortar painted stone house two streets away from the central square. Three men were waiting there before him. Their expressions were very anxious, and the crying of the pregnant woman in the room was intermittent, making her look weak.

Sa'er can't say: "At least it won't be sold to help people count the money."

“…”

Pan Ting dusted his clothes, "It's almost time, the government should go to work, let's go."

Sa'er raised his eyebrows.

Pan Ting did not realize that he had made an invitation by accident and trotted all the way into the so-called government building. The government building was only two stories high, narrow at the top and wide at the bottom. The wooden pillars supporting the house were extremely thick, and many straw ropes were tied. The man who was receiving an ordinary appearance was both the characteristics of the Gaowu clan and the Glorious clan. Seeing Pan Ting coming in empty-handed, he frowned and quickly smiled: "Do you want to join the Falcon Group? You don't have to hand over the prey now, just wait until you follow the Falcon Group to hunt the prey before handing over."

Pan Ting said: "Who is your leader?"

The man said, "Maybeanie will not easily see people unless you hand over more than one hundred kilograms of prey."

"Big wheat?" Pan Ting was stunned, then asked in surprise, "Is it the big wheat I think of?"

"Then I don't know."

The two argued for a while, and neither of them was willing to give in. Due to the consequences of identifying themselves as their own identity last time, Pan Ting did not dare to say that he was a god. He was in a stalemate. He flashed his head and turned his head and ran away. When he saw Sa'er standing at the door, he was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously pulled him up and said, "Find a hidden place to go back to the space and go."

Back to the space, Pan Ting looked through for a long time before he took out the wooden stick given to him by the old chief. At that time, he only regarded it as a souvenir left to him by his nephew, and did not expect that one day it could be used as an ID card.

Seeing that Pan Ting came in quickly, Zaozi went out in a hurry, and quickly pulled Sa'er who was following behind slowly: "What are he doing?"

Sa'er's lips moved, trying to say something and struggled to death. When the words came to his mouth, his heart moved, but he held it back, pulled Zaozi's hand away, and still followed.

Pan Ting excitedly raised the wooden stick to the person receiving the government.

The man sneered and said solemnly: "We only collect prey."

"Don't you recognize it?" Pan Ting felt the malice of the world. Could it be that he was the only one who thought that this thing could command the world like the Sword of the Heavenly Sword and Dragon Slaying Sword?

The man began to think that there was something wrong with his brain.

"I am a god." Pan Ting said with a reproach.

The man jumped up in shock, stared at him for a while before saying, "Come with me."

"Why?"

Pan Ting looked at the man suddenly becoming respectful and vaguely found the treatment he had been a few dozen days ago. He took two steps and looked behind him, only to see a cluster of fiery red flashing by the wall. As if he felt his gaze, Sa Er showed half of his body.

The two looked at each other from afar.

Pan Ting felt a little strange. He clearly believed in his heart that Zaozi, the Glory Clan and himself were the same group, and Sa'er was the absolute opposite. Why did he feel natural when he saw him standing at the door waiting for him?

"Please, here." The man saw him standing still, and urged softly.
Chapter completed!