Original God: The Eternal Lord of Bliss

The autumn wind is blowing and the leaves are falling.

The autumn rain in October gently brushes the earth, just like the elves of late autumn singing softly, floating in the fields and woods of the world.

The autumn rain is like spring water, moistening the land and nourishing all things, heralding the arrival of the harvest season.

"Da da da."

The raindrops fell, making a sound when they hit the tiles. The rain flowed down the tiles, forming a rain curtain in the air, and then fell into the gutter.

This is where all power in Guiliyuan is concentrated, the Palace of the Human King.

And now, in a corridor in the Human King Palace, several figures were walking.

"Director Ningkuan, Director Zhuxie wants money to build a new academy."

"I understand. Transfer 30,000 Mora from the account."

"Director Ningkuan, the road from Guili City to Dihua Island is halfway through construction, but because there is no Mora, we have to temporarily stop the construction."

"The work has been stopped again, and 50,000 Mora have been ceded."

"Director Ning Kuan, Ming Xing, a descendant of the Salt God, has arrived. He has brought news of the death of his grandfather Ming You. From now on, he will be in charge of the salt trade."

"understood."

"Director Ning Kuan..."

"Wait a moment, I have to go to Fengtian Palace to pay my respects to the Human King. We can talk about anything later."

Under the eaves, a fat man in a brown robe walked quickly towards a hall.

He was Ning Kuan. At this moment, he looked tired, with some white hair mixed in with his black hair.

"Call me senior brother."

"Si Xiong."

"No, it's Senior Brother."

"Si, Senior Brother."

Sitting on the main seat in this hall was a young man with black hair and black eyes, about 1.8 meters tall, wearing a white robe on top and black on the bottom. On the table next to the young man, there was a ball of fur?

No, if you look closely, you will find that this is a little girl with a pair of horns, wearing fluffy clothes and delicate and delicate.

"Long live the Human King." Ning Kuan said after arriving here and bowed.

"Ah, it's Ning Pang!"

The young man sitting in the main seat was none other than Zhu Yuncheng. Although he was already thirty-four years old, he looked like he was in his twenties.

"Fat, Fat." The little girl next to her shouted in a childish voice.

The only person who can be by the side of the Human King Zhu Yuncheng and call him senior brother is Gan Yu, the second disciple of Master Liuyun.

Ning Kuan raised his head and looked at the Human King with a leisurely expression, and couldn't stop cursing in his heart: You are so good, Yun Cheng, you handed over the affairs of the Currency Bureau to me ten years ago, and handed over the affairs of the Education Bureau to Lao Zhu, and then you hid away from work. Are you the Human King or am I the Human King? If you don't want to be the Human King, just give me the Human King!

It's no wonder that Ning Kuan feels aggrieved. Although he seems to be the director of the Monetary Bureau, in fact, apart from education, he also has to do statistics on population, land, production, transactions, etc. He gets up before dawn in the morning and goes to bed only when everyone else is asleep at night. He is so busy!

The point is, he hasn’t lost any weight even though he’s so busy!

Zhu Yuncheng held the cat-sized Gan Yu in his arms and gently stroked her head with one hand. Gan Yu nestled in Zhu Yuncheng's arms and purred comfortably. "Tell me, what troubles have you brought to me again?"

"Reporting to the Human King, Director Zhuxie said that we have enough people."

"Oh!" Zhu Yuncheng was delighted: "There are already 10,000 people who want to learn from the immortal student? It's only been half a month."

"That's an opportunity to become an immortal's student. How many people do you think would refuse? If you hadn't said in advance that each household can only have one person at most, and they must be under 20 years old, I guess thousands of acres of farmland would have been wasted!" Ning Kuan complained in his heart.

Since Zhu Yuncheng became the King of Men and advocated having more children, in the past twenty years, the population of Guiliyuan has increased from more than 600,000 to more than 1 million. The original thirteen large markets in Guiliyuan have increased to twenty.

The population problem has finally been effectively solved.

The population growth also brought obvious problems. The grain production was insufficient. However, with the domestic pigs of the past twenty years and the chickens distributed to all farmers and pig farmers ten years ago, plus the grain sent by Chenyu Valley and Qingce Village for trade, the food was still barely enough to eat overall.

But as the population of Guiliji increased, there would definitely not be enough food, so a year ago, Zhu Yuncheng began to make preparations. First, he asked the Han and Yun families to make a large number of iron farm tools a year in advance. Then he summoned the elders of the Chong and Shen tribes among the immortal students to ask how many people would be needed to open up fertile fields in Shimen. He also actively purchased precious jade that was more than a thousand years old and sent it to Shimen at a high price.

After doing all this, Zhu Yuncheng asked Zhu Xie to announce the news half a month ago.

"Where are all those people?"

"Reporting to the Human King, except for the farmers who are harvesting, all those people have gone to Shimen."

"Oh! You went pretty fast." Zhu Yuncheng nodded, "Ning Pang, let's go check out the currency bureau's business this year."

As he said that, he stood up and walked to Ning Kuan, patting his belly: "That's not right, I see you busy all day long, how come you're not thinner?"

Ning Kuan was also puzzled: "I don't know either."

Zhu Yuncheng looked at Ning Kuan for a while and said, "Alas, Ning Pang, you have suffered so much in the past ten years."

"You just found out." Ning Kuan complained in his heart, but smiled, "Ning Kuan dare not disobey the order of the Human King."

"Oh, after this year, let Ningmao, Ningcai and Ninghui come to the Currency Bureau to help you, and teach them by the way. After a few years, you can go home and enjoy your life."

Ningmao, Ningcai and Ninghui are all Ningpang’s children, two boys and one girl. The oldest is nineteen years old and the youngest will graduate from high school next year.

Three years ago, Zhu Yuncheng launched the second phase of teaching reform, hiring a large number of elderly people over the age of 60 to teach twelve-year-old children who had just graduated from the first phase. Basically, they could learn whatever they wanted to learn.

Secondly, Zhu Yuncheng announced a strategy - the civil service examination, which, as the name suggests, imitated the Shenzhou civil service examination and selected the people of Guiliji to enter the Guiliyuan management system.

The number of places is fixed every year, and the topics are based on planting, economy, and land, with subjective questions being the main focus. Only when Zhu Yuncheng feels satisfied and has passed the "defense" can he be assigned to the various departments to study with the two old men, Zhu Xie and Ning Kuan. Of course, Ning Kuan is the busiest one.

Ning Kuan nodded, without much objection. After all, Old Zhu's four children, two boys and two girls, have already started teaching six-year-old children.

Thanks to the promotion of Mora, textile households, herbalists and miners began to have more and more Mora in their hands, so they began to use the Mora in their hands to buy food directly from farmers.

After Zhu Yuncheng learned about this, he specially divided out several areas in the entire Guiliyuan for use as trading places for the exchange of these basic grains. He also ordered that the trading places should be open at all times, and that everything except precious jade, cloth, herbs, and salt could be sold at stalls in those areas.

So now the only job of the Currency Bureau is to maintain the pricing of Mora and trade Mora with other demon and monster territories.

In the currency bureau, a white-haired young man sat on a chair with a nervous look on his face.

He is Ming You’s child, Ming Xing. He came here with his father six years ago to help with the exchange. This year, he came alone.