Jun Qianqian suddenly discovered that Gadot, who had always behaved simply and even a little stupid, was the one who could see the overall situation clearly, while Pula, who was clever and clever on weekdays, was blind and had no foresight.

"Are you tied to the purple flower with an iron heart?"

Jun Qianqian played with the newly made coins in her hand, tilting her head, as if she saw something new.

"Purple Flower, whoever gets on the boat earlier will be more advantageous."

Gadot replied to Jun Qianqian's simple and lovely smile.

Natural black is really a very scary thing.

With Gadot's cooperation, the difficulties in the early stage of currency circulation have plummeted, and most of the projects cannot be started in winter.

After the ratio of males to females in the tribe was somewhat balanced, children were born one after another.

Cough babies are not in the labor force now, and they need to be taken care of by others.

"Are you the devil, you just wanted to make them work when you were born?"

Ana looked at Jun Qianqian with a frightened expression.

However, looking at the census record book of the Purple Flower Tribe, the number of people finally broke through the triple digits, and everyone was still very happy.

There is a growing population, and there is always a sense of hope.

But when will this group of little beans grow up?

Jun Qianqian counted the year with her fingers, this winter has passed, and she will be an adult in three years.

Time flies, if she was still in college, she could almost go to the hospital for an internship now, but in this world, she can't figure out what her profession is.

The messenger of science, the legendary god stick?

"New Year, New Weather, Let's do something."

When Jun Qianqian came to Luo Ze with a wicked smile on her face and a small notebook, he knew that with this sentence, the entire Zihua clan was estimated to be working overtime again.

"What do you want to do?"

Luo Ze found that these few days were a rare leisure time for the Purple Flower Tribe.

The number of reserves of the hand ** cannot be increased indefinitely, as long as it is kept in addition to the regular training consumption, it is enough to deal with defensive battles in the short term.

If you really want to start a war, the temporary concentrated labor force will work overtime to produce in time, and this thing will not be used for a long time, first, it is easy to get damp, and second, it is necessary to prevent accidents.

The expansion of the granary has also been selected, and there is no way to start construction for the time being, but the cement and sand are ready, and everyone can start work as soon as the temperature rises.

What does Jun Qianqian mean by doing things?

"Division of labor and cooperation!"

Jun Qianqian pressed the notebook on Luo Ze's table, looking triumphant.

It's a pity that Luo Ze is still at a loss.

"I'm here to reduce your burden, at least be happy!"

failed to get the expected reaction, Jun Qianqian immediately puffed out her cheeks unhappily, her chin was round, like an angry little pufferfish.

"Is it specifically for me?"

Luo Ze grasped a good hand, and immediately rushed over with emotion to kiss and hug and hold it high.

"Stop!"

Jun Qianqian hurriedly reached out and pushed Luo Ze's face away, and the flesh on his cheeks was piled up with force.

"Qianqian."

Luo Ze was aggrieved.

"The division of labor I am talking about is to distribute our Purple Flower Tribe from top to bottom according to its functions."

There is also a group of squad cadres under the squad leader, they happened to have a long errand last year, and they also have a good idea of who in the tribe is good at what to do.

"How do you want to divide it?"

Even if Jun Qianqian doesn't mention it, Luo Ze has vague thoughts in this regard, but she can always put forward good ideas at the right time, which makes Luo Ze feel like he has no worries.

"Don't divide it too carefully, at present, we have few people, and the personnel of various departments overlap."

Jun Qianqian's book has written a lot of rules and regulations, but most of them have been deleted.

"First of all, the warhead, this thing is the foundation of the tribe, and all adult and strong men and women should be counted in it, but in the future, when there are more of us, the combatants will still have to be separated."

Zihua's current personnel reserve can't even accommodate the tuntian system, and their fighters are not going out to fight in wartime, and they can farm in their spare time, but they are going out in wartime, and they are almost out of leisure time to train.

The laborers of the clan were to mine, make iron, farm, gather, raise livestock, and build houses.

There are simply no conditions for training a group of professional servicemen right now.

"But we can first clarify the division of labor among the various parts."

After the next expansion of the Purple Flower Tribe, the mountain behind it was completely enclosed into the internal territory, so that the direction that needed to be defended became four-sided, and the distance in each direction was further increased.

There is only one commander-in-chief, Luo Ze, which is obviously not enough.

"I'll be on one side with you, and I'll have to find at least two people to learn how to command."

Luo Ze really wanted Jun Qianqian to stay by his side, whether it was on weekdays or on the battlefield, he could take care of her as much as possible.

It's just that there is a shortage of purple flowers now, and Jun Qianqian is not a character who will obediently follow him.

"Uh-huh, then choose two staff officers!"

Jun Qianqian wrote the handwriting of "two staff officers" in the box of the military headquarters.

"Of course, the manufacture of weapons is handed over to the eldest brother."

"Xiaoduo can also help now."

"Then a weapons minister, a deputy minister."

Speaking of the war, Luo Ze was very enthusiastic, and the two quickly filled a whole page, from weapons to command, from orders to logistics, although the total number of people was not large, but they also arranged what everyone had to do clearly and clearly.

But Purple Flower is not the only department.

"The military and politics are in your hands, and my sacrificial platform is in charge of culture, education and diplomacy."

Finally, after a day of discussion, Jun Qianqian closed the book and rubbed her eyes.

Their current system, said to be a feudal society, is very different.

Now Zihua does not have private ownership, let alone the class division of landlords and peasants, but then again, it is centralized power, and Jun Qianqian, a science student, has given up defining the current situation.

Don't ask, ask is the primitive society with purple flower characteristics.

"Now we're all promoted."

Luo Ze looked at the little book helplessly, and now each of them has at least two or three titles on their heads.

"I can't help it."

If a tribe, or a country, wants to operate on its own, it must be large enough.

Jun Qianqian had heard a saying in her previous life that a modern country must have at least 300 million people to maintain normal operation, but this astronomical figure, even if it is placed in the entire southern boundary, cannot be reached.

However, the division of labor is carried out as soon as possible, and a complete operation system also has advantages in the early stage of development with fewer people.