Original God: The Eternal Lord of Bliss

After three months of lurking, Ye Yu has basically learned about a group of civilians who still have absolute faith in the Salt God. He also told them the news that the Salt God was imprisoned by the current Human King of Yancheng, and asked them to be prepared. He has already contacted Guili and asked for the help of Guili Human King.

And this group of civilians who had not read much naturally believed what he said.

But at this time, an accident occurred.

A noble from the inner city of Yancheng came to the outer city.

Ye Yu saw a white-haired, yellow-eyed noble from the inner city, surrounded by a group of Yancheng guards, distributing porridge with shredded pork for free.

Almost all the civilians in the outer city were attracted there.

"Get in line, don't worry, there's one for each of you."

The inner city noble was a woman, she called out softly.

"Line up, everyone, or I'll break your legs! It's your honor that the king's daughter personally brings you porridge." The guards beside her shouted in unison, and with the help of their armor and spears, the civilians trembled and lined up obediently.

Ye Yu did not go to queue up. His appearance was out of place with those pale and skinny civilians and he would be seen through at a glance.

He hid in the dark with a cold look in his eyes. The appearance of the daughter of the King of Yancheng undoubtedly disrupted his plan. As long as someone asked her about the situation in the inner city, they would know that the Salt God was not imprisoned at all.

"We have to think of a way to prevent her from ever coming to the outer city again?" Ye Yu thought about it for a moment and decided to sneak into the inner city at night and knock the girl out.

He had the confidence to do so. Ever since he was appointed as Shen Bujue by Zhu Yuncheng, Ye Yu had obtained a large amount of resources to practice the art of refining jade and opening eight orifices. In three months, his strength was undoubtedly top-notch in Yancheng, where the highest number of orifices was only six. The only thing he had to worry about was the Salt God Heulia. If he took action himself, the Salt God would definitely not sit idly by.

"Well, that's not right. There's no need to hurt her." An idea suddenly emerged in Ye Yu's mind.

The population of Yancheng is over 300,000, of which 270,000 live in the outer city. Even though Mingjing, the daughter of the king of Yancheng, brought many kilograms of rice to make porridge, she was unable to provide every civilian with a bowl of porridge.

"It seems I need to bring more out tomorrow." Mingjing muttered to himself and turned back to the inner city.

Compared with the muddy and dirty outer city, the outer city seemed extremely clean, with bluestone paved roads, tall and neat manors, and nobles coming and going in gorgeous clothes and wealthy looks. After seeing Mingjing, they all saluted and called her "Princess".

Mingjing looked at the nobles who were greeting her, and a thoughtful look flashed in her eyes.

"My Lady Princess, I heard that you went to the outer city today to deliver porridge to those lowly people?"

Suddenly, a Yancheng noble said this after bowing.

Ming Jing frowned slightly and looked at this person: "Who are you? Why don't I recognize you?"

"My Lady Princess, it doesn't matter whether you recognize me or not. I have a question." The Yancheng noble had a faint smile in his eyes, "If the Princess continues to deliver porridge to those low-class people in the outer city, how many days will the food in our inner city be enough for the outer city to eat?"

This noble, of course, was Ye Yu in disguise. He continued, "You should know that we don't have much food in the inner city. All our farmland was taken away by Guili. We can only buy it, but Guili has severely suppressed the price of our handmade products. After buying porcelain and cloth, we don't have much money left to buy food. It's not even enough for us. Princess, you still want to feed the people in the outer city. Isn't it too extravagant?"

The nobleman's words prompted other nobles to think, as if this was the truth, and they didn't have much food to begin with.

"You!" Ming Jing was so angry at the noble's words, "What do you mean!"

"It's nothing, I just want to remind you, Princess, that we are the nobles of Yancheng, naturally superior to those inferior people from the outer cities, and they are born to work for us." After the noble said this, he turned around and left.

"You, you stop right there!" Ming Jing was so angry that she chased after him, but the noble disappeared after turning a corner, leaving Ming Jing helpless. After stomping her feet hard, she turned around and returned to the Yancheng Human King Manor.

It was still early, but it was already time for the nobles to finish their dinner.

The inner city nobles have four meals a day: morning, noon, evening and night.

In the restaurant, the current Yancheng native Wang, Mingli, was looking at the porcelain produced by Guili in his hand with a fascinated look.

"Mingjing is back, come sit down and eat."

When his wife saw the mirror, a gentle smile appeared on her face.

"Little sister, I heard that you went out to deliver porridge to those low-class people in the outer city today, and you were scolded by someone when you came back." The wise eldest son looked at Mingjing with a sarcastic smile, "I don't know who that person is, but what he said is absolutely right. Those low-class people in the outer city are born to serve us."

"That's not true. Those people in the outer city are also the subjects of Lord Salt God. They should be able to fill their stomachs just like us!" Mingjing gritted his teeth.

"Where do you get this love from?" the wise older son asked, "Why haven't you ever done this before?"

"That's because I didn't see the life in the outer city before." Mingjing explained, "I only saw these when I went to the inner city wall because I was bored."

Then, Ming Jing looked at the more than 20 dishes on the table in front of him, and then looked at his father: "Dad, is our inner city really short of food?"

Hearing his daughter's cry, Mingli put down the porcelain in his hand and looked at the former: "Yes, there is a severe shortage of food. All the Mora obtained was used to buy porcelain and colorful fabrics."

"But why are there so many meals?" Mingjing pointed at the more than 20 dishes. "Dad, why don't we save some money and learn from Guili to only eat three meals a day and only have a few dishes?"

"Mingjing, my daughter." Hearing this, Mingli's face became serious. "If you want to feed those low-class people porridge to fill their stomachs once or twice, I have no objection, but if you want to do this for a long time, and even plan to reduce the number of dishes on our table, I will not agree!"

He pointed at the food on the table and said, "I am the King of Yancheng. I am the most powerful person besides the God of Salt. These dishes are the symbol of my status. I will never allow myself to be like those ordinary nobles who only eat a dozen dishes and wipe their mouths with cheap flatbreads. Do you hear me? You are not allowed to go to the outer city again!"

Hearing this, Mingjing's eyes flashed with disbelief: "Dad, you are the King of Yancheng. Look at how the King of Guili manages the people of Guili. He ensures that every Guili citizen has enough food and clothing. He..."

Before Ming Jing could finish her words, the furious Ming Li slapped her in the face and knocked her to the ground: "All you keep talking about is the Human King Guili. If you like Guili, then go to Guili and be the daughter of that Human King!"

After saying that, Mingli turned and left.

"Oh, you seem to have upset your dad." The sensible eldest son continued to laugh, "What are you going to do?"

"Say less!" Their mother helped Mingjing up with some concern, "Mingjing, I'll call a doctor to check you out."

"Mom, I don't know what I did wrong and why my father beat me." Mingjing looked at her mother, tears flashing in her eyes, and cried, "I will go to find Lord Salt God, He will definitely support my actions."

"Plop!" Just as she said this, her mother who was supporting her let go, causing her to fall to the ground.

"Mom!" Mingjing looked at her mother with tears in her eyes, but found that her face was frighteningly cold.

"Minghan, keep an eye on your sister and don't let her go out in the future!" the mother said coldly, then turned and left.

After his mother left, Ming Han stood up and walked to his sister. "Oh, my sister, you really don't understand the current situation at all. The Salt God is just a mascot used by our Ming family to rule Yancheng. What can a weak demon like him do?"