Original God: The Eternal Lord of Bliss

Ning Kuan watched Zhu Yuncheng pat his head and muttered in his heart: "You guy, do you have any new ideas?"

Time passed quickly and it was night in the blink of an eye.

At the end of that day, among the more than two hundred students who came here with the two True Lords, only more than twenty were able to feel the essence of heaven and earth entering their bodies.

Zhu Yuncheng felt regretful, but was barely satisfied.

"My three junior brothers have been busy all day, so I will treat you to dinner."

He stopped the three people who were about to leave and spoke directly.

"A dinner for you?"

Among the three, Han Wu was slightly surprised: "Why is this?"

Zhu Yuncheng explained with a smile: "Nothing, I just want to thank my three junior brothers for their help."

"Yes, the director has this kind of personality." Ning Kuan also said, "You don't have time to go back and report to your master anyway, so why not have a meal? I guess you three haven't tasted salt yet."

"It's so strange. I've never heard of such a phrase as treating someone to a meal. But I don't know why, every time Yun Cheng treats me to a meal, my attitude towards him becomes much better." Ming You muttered to himself.

Seeing the two senior brothers like this, the three of them didn't say anything else, but followed Zhu Yuncheng to a restaurant.

When the restaurant owner saw the five immortal disciples, he felt his scalp tingling for a moment and didn't want to know whether to go up and ask. Fortunately, Zhu Yuncheng spoke up in time and ordered a bunch of dishes and indicated that they should be added with salt.

The six people sat down and the food was quickly served. After the three immortal disciples tasted the salt for the first time, their eyes lit up and they quickly started eating.

After a while of drinking and eating, Zhu Yuncheng looked at Han Wu and suddenly asked, "Junior Brother Han and the two junior sisters, I noticed that you all looked sad today. I wonder why?"

"What else? It's just that I have no way to practice magic after being conscripted by you." Ning Pang complained in his heart.

Hearing this, the two women and one man also showed shame on their faces. Han Wu said, "To be honest with Senior Brother Yun Cheng, today I saw that the talents of the students of Master Lishui and I were so poor, which reminded me of myself."

"There are more than 20 students out of the 200. Isn't that good?" Ning Kuan asked in confusion.

Ming You shook his head: "If the situation remains like this, then there will be only one person out of ten thousand who can break through the acupoint on the first try."

"Ten thousand people?" Ning Kuan was shocked. "Do you need that many?"

"This is just the first time he opened up a new path." Ming thought about it and added, "This is under my guidance."

"Hiss." Ning Kuan frowned, "If the probability is really so low, is there any need for us to practice?"

"Okay, I have my own ideas about this matter." Zhu Yuncheng saw that the conversation was about to be led astray by Ning Kuan and Ming You, so he quickly interrupted and looked at Han Wu, "You continue."

Han Wu heard this and hesitated for a moment before saying, "According to Master, Yun Lian, Ning Qu and I have very poor talents. It is very likely that we will never reach the standard to be in charge of a market. If this is the case, the three of us will be abolished as immortal disciples and become immortal students."

Zhu Yuncheng was slightly surprised. He had not expected such a statement. Then he asked curiously, "I heard that each of the heirs of your three families was a disciple of an immortal. How could they be abolished?"

Hanwu smiled bitterly: "Brother Yuncheng is right, but the main reason why Master accepted us as disciples is to protect the safety of the markets in Guiliji. If we can't even meet this requirement, how could the immortal accept us as disciples?"

Upon hearing this, Zhu Yuncheng also understood.

"In fact, if Brother Hanwu and Sister Yunlian can focus on their studies, they should be able to fulfill Master's requirements." Qu Ning said weakly.

"Oh?" Zhu Yuncheng was curious.

"No, it's just because I know I don't have the talent, so I'm preparing for my future life." Cambrian shook his head.

Yun Lian nodded: "But I don't know how many people will buy ironware at the Guili Gathering."

"Ironware?" Zhu Yuncheng's hands trembled as he looked at the two of them. In his mind, he recalled the three famous forging families in Liyue's history, namely the Han family, the Yun family and the Kun family.

Could it be that the two people in front of us, Hanwu and Yunlian, are the ancestors of these two families?

"Use iron to make weapons?" Ming You also showed a thoughtful look on his face, "If the two disciples abandoned by the immortal start to make weapons in Guiliji, I will order a large number of weapons."

When Ming You said this, Zhu Yuncheng was embarrassed and shocked at the same time. The iron that had not been developed in Guiliji had actually appeared so early in the territory of the God of Salt.

Han Wu felt a little uncomfortable when he heard Ming You's words, but he couldn't say it, so he could only say sullenly: "Of course."

In this era when business is just starting out and everything in the human world is managed by fairies and demons, the term "human relations" and the meaning it represents have not yet been born, so there is absolutely no problem with Ming saying this.

Zhu Yuncheng looked around and lamented in his heart: "Why did you forget to order wine?"

He thought of several methods in his mind, but when he thought that he was probably the only one at the scene who understood the ways of the world, he gave up helplessly.

He coughed a few times. "I see it's getting late, why don't we just go home and have a good rest?"

Ning Kuan also sensed that the atmosphere was not right, and he stood up as well: "Indeed, it is already late, and we will need to trouble three junior brothers and sisters to bring students here tomorrow, so it is better to rest early."

With that, the banquet ended, and Zhu Yuncheng and Ning Kuan returned to the Currency Bureau.

"Mr. Director."

As soon as he returned to the currency bureau, Zhu Xie came towards him and said, "I was scolded by my father."

Ning Kuan was puzzled. Why did you tell Yun Cheng about being scolded by your father?

Zhu Yuncheng understood immediately: "You told your father what I said to you?"

Zhu Xie nodded. "He told me that since I'm already working at the currency bureau, I shouldn't get involved in education. I should just do my job. The most important thing is to take care of the children. He also thought that it was totally unnecessary to teach Mora and salt, and that we should focus on teaching words and rules."

After Zhu Yuncheng said those words to Zhu Xie in anger, he had anticipated this situation. It was certain that he would be rejected by Zhu Xie's father. Even Zhu Xie had such a serious fixed concept, not to mention his old father: "I know, you should go and rest first."

Zhu Xie frowned, but still took his leave and went back to rest.

"Director, what should we do now?" Ning Kuan asked, "Zhu Xie's father doesn't seem to recognize Mora's importance."

"What are you thinking about?" Zhu Yuncheng was speechless. "Mora is indeed important, but teaching the people of Guiliji to read and write is more important than knowing Mora. Only after those people can learn to read can they understand the importance of Mora."

Ning Kuan opened his mouth and said, "Then, Director, why did you ask Zhu Xie to tell his father about this?"

Zhu Yuncheng turned around and patted Ning Kuan's belly: "Didn't you hear? Zhu Xie's father asked him to have more children, that's the most important thing."

Ning Kuan was stunned and cursed in his heart: What are you talking about? Zhu Xie's father asked him to have more children. What's wrong with that...

He suddenly remembered that when he met him this morning, he also suggested that he have more children, but he directly refuted it.

Thinking of this, Ning Kuan looked at Zhu Yuncheng's receding back with a complicated expression.

At this time, Zhu Yuncheng stopped, raised his head, stretched out his hand, and a snowflake floated down from the sky and melted in the palm of his hand.

"Snowing?"