"Qing Ge, when are we founding the nation?"
Two and a half years had already passed since the war ended.
Zhou Qing had long since returned to Holy Soul Village... Well, calling it Holy Soul Village was no longer quite appropriate. By now, the village covered an area of three hundred li!
That was the distance between Nuoding City and Falling Star City!
It was more than worthy of being called Holy Soul City!
Since the outbreak of the war, vast numbers of refugees had fled here and been taken in by Holy Soul Village. With high-yield grain seeds, convenient Soul Tools, and the Red Assembly and Worker-Peasant Council opening up wasteland, providing relief, and creating work-for-relief programs, the refugees who came here could now finally eat two meals a day.
They were currently striving toward the goal of three meals a day.
Falling Star City and Nuoding City had likewise grown and expanded. Located to the south and north of Holy Soul City, they presented a thriving sight.
Not to mention that over the past two and a half years, as high-yield grain seeds spread widely throughout the territory, Soul Guidance Factories were established, and the education system was refined, all regions governed by the Red Assembly had been moving toward stability.
With things as they were now, if this had been his previous life, Tang San could have proudly declared:
Even the golden ages of past dynasties could not compare to today's Holy Soul!
So, he felt they could officially found the nation.
"Two more years."
Although massive construction was underway throughout the territory governed by the Red Assembly and development was rapid, things had not truly stabilized. Some former nobles and Soul Master families who remained within the territory were unwilling to see their former interests divided