Fang Er was stumped by his question; he truly had no idea!
However, speaking of surnames, since they both shared the surname Chai, and Chai Rong had once been the Emperor of Northern Zhou, it was unlikely they lacked any deep foundations.
"Your Majesty, perhaps we should dispatch someone to summon Chai Meirong for questioning?"
Li Shimin shook his head, "These minor matters, you can handle them yourselves later. For now, let's discuss how to proceed since disbanding the army and returning to civilian life is proving difficult."
"Then we'll pull some and scatter some," Li Ji said confidently from the side.
"Those willing to fight, the loyal and brave, will remain. The idlers will be screened out."
"So many soldiers failed to defend the capital; there must be no shortage of those just filling the ranks."
"With people like that, even if you gave them a hundred guts, they wouldn't dare to cause trouble!"
After exchanging glances, everyone nodded in agreement.
Li Shimin also nodded, "Then we shall refine and retain the best!"
"There's no need to discuss the tax issue. It will be as you previously decided: three years of tax exemption!"
"After the period ends, they will be treated the same as the people in the Central Plains."
"Your Majesty is wise!" everyone quickly flattered.
Following this, others raised other issues.
For example, trade, land division, provincial division, and the matter of people of the same clan needing to find their relatives.
These people had just migrated to America, and there was a massive demand for supplies, most of which needed to be transported from the Great Tang or produced locally.
Li Shimin dumped this responsibility onto Fang Er.
"When it comes to trade, no one in the court is more adept than you. This matter will be handed over to you."
He paused for a moment before suddenly declaring,
"Fang Anzhi, listen to your decree!"
Fang Er was startled. It wasn't a festival, so what new appointment was this?
After performing a salute, he perked up his ears to listen to the rest of the words.
"You have rendered unparalleled service in the matter of immigration!"
"In terms of merit, it is time to enfeoff you as a King."
"For the country and the people, you are a fortunate general to me."
"How about, I enfeoff you as the King of Ji."
"From this day forward, Liúqiú and Luzon shall be combined into one, known as the Ji Kingdom."
"You, shall be the King of Ji!"
Fang Er instantly felt like a monkey was following his backside, calling him King Jijiji!
He quickly exclaimed, "Your Majesty, this cannot be!"
"Liúqiú and Luzon are the fiefs of that rascal Fang Xin. If you do this, aren't you essentially snatching my own son's property?"
Old Li waved his hand as a matter of course, "That kid is still so young; there's no rush!"
"With such a large continent, are you afraid I won't have places to enfeoff?"
Fang Er: ...
Was this a matter of whether there were places to enfeoff?
The main issue was the title "King Jijiji," wasn't it?
"Your Majesty, can we change the title?"
Li Shimin looked at him doubtfully, "King of Ji, such an auspicious title. Why are you being so picky!"
Before Fang Er could speak, Li Ji suddenly stepped forward.
"Your Majesty, your humble servant also feels that 'King of Ji' is somewhat lacking."
"The ancients said that Kunlun is the pillar of heaven, and Duke Anguo is no less than a pillar of the state to the Great Tang. How about changing it to King Kun?"
Fang Er: !!!
Can we still play together happily like this?
But without giving him time to object, Li Shimin nodded, "It is so decided!"
"Yaoshi, draft the decree and send it to the court. Have the newspapers create a headline!"
It's over!
Now, his title as King Kun was officially sealed!
"Greetings, Your Highness King Kun!"
"Hello, Your Highness King Kun!"
"Your Highness King Kun, when do you plan to host a banquet?"
Cheng Yaojin, Yuchi Jingde, and others also joined in the teasing. Fang Er felt like ten thousand mud horses stampeding through his mind.
He wondered how future generations would imagine his image when they saw the title King Kun!
After a period of commotion, Li Shimin raised his hands to signal everyone to quiet down.
"Alright, the matter of trade will be handled by King Kun."
"Next, let's discuss how to divide the provinces and prefectures of the land beneath our feet."
With that, he had a map of America brought over and spread out on the flat ground.
After some deliberation, the division resulted as follows.
Establish prefectures and yamen in Meijian, setting up seven routes: Jinshan Route (San Francisco), Dezhou Route (Dezhou), Huazhou Route (Iowa), Shazhou Route (Kansas), Jiazhou Route (Nebraska), Sulu Route (Missouri), and Yili Route (Illinois). Each route would govern nine prefectures, and each prefecture would govern 9 counties.
A total of 567 counties, with each county having between 800,000 to 1 million people.
Concurrently, governorates would be established in each state, with imperial princes drawn from the palace to serve as governors, assisted by the incorporated noble families.
Thus, the general trend would be set.
The meeting concluded, and their stomachs were filled.
Zhang Gongjin looked speechlessly at his tent, which had once again been occupied by Li Shimin.
However, the dark-skinned girl had been kicked out because her constant noise throughout the night had severely disturbed Li Shimin's mood.
Returning to his living quarters, Fang Er lay on the camp bed. As soon as he closed his eyes, Princess Changle ran in again.
"Brother-in-law, the alpacas are all asleep, and no one is here to play with me~"
Fang Er: ..........
"Alpaca! Alpaca! That's not called an alpaca!"
Changle, with her finger in her mouth, looked at him pleadingly.
"Oh, alright, the alpacas are asleep, and I can't sleep, and no one is here to play with me~"
"How about you let me play with your phone?"
He took out a phone and handed it to her, "Play here, and don't wander off~"
She couldn't go to Li Shimin and his wife. His mother-in-law, since returning, had been hunting with Qin Liangyu, Tang Saier, and others, never returning to the camp.
The only place the little girl could stay at night was in his tent.
Listening to the sound effects from the other side, Fang Er felt that his sleepiness had been significantly disrupted. He glanced at his watch; it was past ten o'clock at night. He wondered how this little girl had so much energy.
Huh?
Is it September?
He quickly opened the system panel and found that the items had indeed refreshed.
As his gaze swept across the items, Fang Er instantly jumped up from the camp bed.
"Hahahaha, nice!"
Little Changle, who was playing a game, was startled by him and asked curiously, "Brother-in-law, who died?"
"Hahahaha, no one died, you play slowly, brother-in-law is going out!"
After throwing out these words, Fang Er, clad in his clothes, rushed out. Under the moonlight, he was howling and jumping, like a madman.
What appeared this time were not goods for external sale, but academic papers!
A total of twenty papers, all concerning explosives, such as Hexogen, Nitroglycerin, C4, and related content.
After redeeming them all, he immediately grabbed the walkie-talkie and called out to Chai Lingwu.
"Quick, bring me Motorola!"
Chai Lingwu didn't know what was happening, but hearing the tone, he didn't dare to delay and quickly ran over with Motorola.
"Brother-in-law, what's wrong?"
"Bang!"
Fang Er pointed to the paper materials beside him and said to Motorola, "Here, help me translate these!"
Motorola glanced at the materials and almost fainted, "Your Highness King Kun, all of these need to be translated?"
It was so thick; when would this translation finish?
Fang Er said sternly, "Don't talk nonsense. I know English. If you dare to mistranslate a single word, you'll never see Yourong again in this lifetime!"
Motorola: ..........
For Yourong!
He'll risk it!