Memories always made one want to cry. This was exactly one of those times.
That was exactly how Qian Ningshuang felt now. In the former City Lord Mansion of Cherno, now the New Army headquarters, she was bent over a desk, frowning at a pile of documents.
Rebellion had been satisfying. Hanging nobles had been satisfying too. Now came the troublesome part.
She had not slept for three days and nights. She probably would not be getting any rest anytime soon.
Sooner or later, she would work herself to death!
The New Army had now conquered half of Heaven Dou's Northern Border. As their territory expanded, all manner of administrative affairs came with it.
The downside of hanging nearly all the nobles had become apparent: almost all government affairs had piled onto the New Army. Yet most of the New Army had once been commoners from the lowest ranks, barely able to read. The administrative work that accumulated there could only be handled by Qian Ningshuang herself.
Of course, simply dealing with administrative matters would not have been troublesome. They could just use the Martial Soul Branch Halls to replace Heaven Dou's former governing institutions. The Martial Soul Branch Halls, spread throughout every city on the continent, existed for precisely that purpose.
But the problem was that Qian Ningshuang wanted the Martial Soul Branch Halls, yet she did not want to govern the land already under her control according to the old policies.
She wanted to implement more advanced policies—agriculture, military affairs, economics, public welfare, urban planning, laws...
But copying everything over at once was impossible. Qian Ningshuang had to change things gradually.
When Qian Ningshuang had read the original Douluo novel in her previous life, she had felt that with things like Soul Power and Spirit Masters, productivity was