Original God: The Eternal Lord of Bliss

Listening to Ning Chao's words, Ning Cai lowered his head and rubbed the wine glass in his hand: "Long live the Human King, he knew it a long time ago. This morning, after your grandfather was buried, he took me to the prison and met the Salt God's people. They told me everything."

Ning Chao's face turned pale as paper in an instant, and he knelt on the ground, holding his father's legs tightly with both hands: "Dad, Dad, you have to save me, I have no choice!"

"Why are you so forced?" Ning Cai looked at his eldest son and asked, "Do the people of Yancheng have any leverage over you? Or is there a girl you like who is from Yancheng? Or do you just want more Mora?"

Ning Chao didn't see his father's disappointed face, and cried, "Dad, I was bewitched by the monster and fell in love with Mora, so when the Salt God's people found me, I agreed without thinking too much."

"Hehe, ha, hahahaha!" Ningcai laughed out loud when he heard this, and his body fell back and forth with laughter, as if he had heard the funniest thing in the world.

Ning Chao was stunned and didn't know what his father was laughing at.

After a while, Ning Cai lowered his body and looked at his eldest son: "Do you know my identity? I am the Tianquan Star appointed by the Human King. I am the money bag of Guili. Last year, Guili's tax revenue and other income totaled 65 million Mora. I can use this 65 million Mora however I want. The Human King will not ask about it, and other people are even less qualified to ask about it. And you, you are actually obsessed with a mere 2 million Mora!"

Ningcai kicked Ningchao away and poured himself a glass of wine. "You shouldn't do this. Why do you think the people of the Salt God come to you to sell private salt? It's because the Human King ordered me and your uncle and aunt to suppress the value of Yancheng's handicraft products. We want to firmly control everything that the people of the Salt God eat and use. In this way, Yancheng will do whatever we want! We must make Yancheng the Salt City we return to, not the Salt City of the Salt God!"

Ning Chao was stunned. He sat on the ground and kept muttering, "How is it possible? How is it possible? How can the Human King have such an idea? He is a demon god, a demon god!"

"A gentleman should use his own methods to deceive others. Have you forgotten what we learned in school? The transactions between Guili and Yancheng are all based on a contract. If Yancheng violates the contract, the Emperor will not sit idly by. Do you think the demon god of Yancheng is a match for the Emperor?" Ningcai sneered, then sighed heavily and closed his eyes. "I have finished what I want to say. Come out and arrest the man."

"What?" Ning Chao's body trembled, and he looked around and saw several people in brocade robes coming out, bowing to Ning Cai, and then grabbing Ning Chao.

"Who are you?" Ning Chao struggled and shouted, "Are you from the Qianyan Army? I have a friendship with the Chongfeng coach, you can't arrest me."

"They are not the Qianyan Army. They are a department established by the Human King himself to monitor us, the Seven Stars officials. It is called the Human King Guard. Everything you did was discovered by them." Ningcai's eyes were full of disappointment.

When disaster strikes, they will drag other people into it.

"No, father, please save me. You are Tianquanxing, and the Human King trusts you. As long as you ask, the Human King will let me go. I can hand over all the Mora I swallowed, as well as those restaurant vendors who sold contraband salt from me. I am your son, father, please save me!"

Facing his eldest son's plea for mercy, Ning Cai could only say indifferently, "The only people the Human King trusts are father and Uncle Zhu Xie. Finally, I'll tell you the truth. The Human King knew what you did on the day your grandfather died. But in order to let him rest in peace, he had to wait until he and Uncle Zhu Xie were buried before settling the score."

Ning Chao stopped talking and was dragged away by Wang Wei with lifeless eyes, like a fish deprived of oxygen.

After a few days, a large number of Qianyan troops began to arrest restaurant owners in various places in Guili. For a time, the whole Guili was in chaos.

Only one day later, the reason came out. These hotel owners bought private salt from Yancheng from the son of Tianquanxing, which seriously damaged Guili's interests. According to the law and treaty, they should be executed in the autumn!

-

Just as the people of Dangguili were discussing this matter with great interest and were in awe of the law and the contract, a soldier from the Thousand Rocks Army entered the palace of the Human King.

"Long live the Human King. The lives of the civilians in Yancheng are very difficult right now."

"Please elaborate on this."

"Every day, we need to make handicraft products from morning till night, working for more than thirteen hours, and what we gain is not Mora, but Salt God Coins."

"Salt God Coin?" Zhu Yuncheng was curious, "Tell me in detail."

"Long live the Human King. The Salt God Coin was proposed by the current Human King of Yancheng, Mingli. Its original intention was to imitate Mora, but because the Salt God Coin is made of stone and is easy to imitate, it is not as good as Mora.

At the beginning, one Salt God Coin was equal to one Mora, but when I went to investigate, one Mora could already be exchanged for ten thousand Salt God Coins. In addition, all the arable land near Yancheng was in my hands, Guili, which led to high food prices in Yancheng. In Guili, one Mora could buy ten kilograms of food, but in Yancheng, one kilogram of food sold for one hundred thousand Salt God Coins. In addition, the Yancheng human king also imitated my Guili to implement a tax system, the standard of which was to take one out of three, which made the civilians of Yancheng always hungry.

In the inner city, the nobles of Yancheng used the best resources of Yancheng, had no worries about food and clothing, and would throw leftovers into the sewer from time to time. Moreover, in the inner city, Mora was the only trading currency. "

"Heh! What's the attitude of the Salt God?"

"I don't know about this. The only thing I know is that every year the nobles of Yancheng transport a large amount of colorful fabrics to the Salt Temple."

"Ha! Playing with fiction? The Demon God is not so easy to fool. I guess the Salt God doesn't care about this at all!" Zhu Yuncheng muttered to himself.

"There is a shortage of food, no land, a sharp devaluation of currency, the people are suffering, the class structure is rigid, and there are heavy taxes. Isn't this just a replica of the end of the dynasty?"

Zhu Yuncheng rubbed his chin, a wicked smile on his face: "If this is true, then there is a lot to be done!"

He turned his head and looked at the Qianyan soldier: "You are very good. You have found out so much information in such a short time. What is your name?"

When the Qianyan soldier heard the Human King's affirmation and asked his name, he was excited and said, "Long live the Human King, my name is Ye Yu!"

"Ye Yu?" Zhu Yuncheng was slightly surprised, but then his expression quickly calmed down. "Ye Yu, I have an important task for you. It will take a long time. Are you capable of doing it?"

Ye Yu bowed with great respect: "Long live the king! I will go through fire and water!"

"Okay, from today on, you are no longer a member of the Qianyan Army. I have specially appointed you as a new team to gather information about other demon territories for me. You are my eyes for understanding and mastering the situation of other demon territories. I call you, God Unaware! And you are its leader. As for your subordinates, I will not assign them to you. You have to find them with your own eyes. The subordinates may not be the subjects of the Emperor, but they must maintain absolute faith in the Emperor and be loyal to me. Do you understand?"

An intelligence organization that is invisible to gods and even demons. This is Zhu Yuncheng's first step to deal with future wars with demons.

And now, this newly born organization has faced its first mission.

Zhu Yuncheng called this task: Are kings, princes, generals, and ministers born into a certain class?