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.

The man asked anxiously, "Hasn't it been born yet?"

"It seems like there is a difficulty." A man squatted beside the wall, holding his head.

"Let me go in and take a look." Pan Ting raised his foot and walked forward, and was immediately stopped.

Several men joined forces to block his face, their eyes showing fierceness: "What are you going to do?"

Pan Ting said: "Maybe I can help."

The man who brought him here remembered that he was a survivor after the disaster and did not know much about the current rules of the Kingdom of Gods and Gods. He explained: "Men cannot enter the delivery room and will scare the children in the woman's belly back."

Where is this?

Pan Ting glanced inward and happened to see a midwife coming over with a basin and touching her face. In terms of appearance, the person inside was more likely to be scary, right?

Seeing the calls inside getting weaker and weaker, Pan Ting didn't care about his modesty and said in a deep voice: "I am a god."

The others looked at him blankly.

"The Kingdom of Gods, Gods." Pan Ting pointed at himself.

The others were stunned for a moment, then became angry. The person leaning against the wall suddenly stood up and pushed him hard: "Get out, liar!"

Pan Ting took two steps back unexpectedly and was stopped by one hand.

萨耳扶着他的腰,冷冷地看着脸色狰狞的父亲们.

I have to say that the effect is very good. The fathers were very frightened when they saw him. The man who led the way exclaimed: "People from the Kingdom of God! How did you come in?"

Pan Ting took the opportunity to rush in, but before the other party could reach out to stop him, his waist was pinched.

"Hahaha..." Pan Ting smiled twice as he was lit up with a smile, slapped his hand away, "What do you want to do?"

Sa'er can't say: "They don't welcome you. You're meddling in other people's business."

Pan Ting said: "Every life is precious!"

Sa'er canal: "They are destined to die when they are born."

"A tragic ending does not mean that the process is not exciting!"

Sa'er looked at Pan Ting's tough eyes and slowly let go of his hand. Pan Ting teleported into the room, then shouted a second before the men rushed in: "You will scare the child when you come in!"

"Bang!"

Behind him, the midwife swung the basin filled with water and smashed it on his head.

This is the tallest building in the city, with a modern five-story height. Looking down from above, you can only see one-seven or eighth of the city. The densely packed buildings begin to show the size of the capital.

It's really different from before.

Pan Ting sat on the ground, holding his knees with his hands, and his eyes went straight forward, as if he was staring at something, but as if he didn't see anything.

Saar stood behind him.

He was watching, but he frowned.

Pan Ting suddenly looked back at him, feeling dissatisfied with his existence: "Don't you say anything?"

"What did you say?" Sa'er said in a simple tone.

"You are not following me to laugh at me? The great Creator, who claimed to be hard-working to practice healing techniques, was knocked out by a broken wooden basin at a critical moment, and no one could save him."

Sa'er can't say: "You have already laughed at yourself."

Pan Ting kicked the wooden railing angrily.

Sa'er said: "If it weren't for me, you would have been beaten long ago."

Pan Ting said: "Don't expect me to say thank you."

"You're welcome."

"..." Pan Ting wiped his face and stood up, "There is not this kind of thing about the Guangrong clan. They are generous and kind, and they help people count money when they are sold. Do you remember? The Gaowu clan burned their house and they didn't even get angry. It must be the consequence of intermarriage with the Gaowu clan! Oh, they are not called intermarriage." He said, and kicked the wooden railing a few more times.

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!