After the whole sect traveled to ancient times, I led the rebellion

Dongfang Mingjue was holding two bags of salt in his hands. Without finding out any information about the salt shop, he turned around and squeezed into a corner of the public notice area.

Since the number of new factories in Huang County increased, the public notice office had a column for factory recruitment information in addition to the official documents and decrees.

His eyes fell on the latest decree.

Dongfang Mingjue was a little confused.

"Opening night school?"

He read out the words.

What kind of government institution is night school?

Dongfang Mingjue thought so and asked the question.

Hearing Dongfang Mingjue's doubts, the residents nearby all looked at Dongfang Mingjue:

"I can tell from the looks of it that you're from the village. This decree was only issued the day before yesterday. It's normal that you don't know about it."

"This young man is wearing a long gown and jade pendants. He is obviously from a wealthy family in another county. Old Lin, your eyesight is getting worse and worse. You can even see things like this." Someone interrupted.

"That's right, hahaha."

There was a burst of laughter all around, and everyone started discussing Dongfang Mingjue's identity.

Dongfang Mingjue didn't expect that the people of Huang County were so sharp-eyed that they could see his identity at a glance, but he still didn't understand the meaning of this decree.

He gritted his teeth and continued to ask his questions.

Most of the people in Huang County are enthusiastic and the topic changes quickly.

"Night school is a place for studying, similar to the old county school. The only difference is that students in the county school study during the day, while students in the night school study at night."

“The two are targeting different groups of people.”

"The county school is for students taking the imperial examinations, and the night school is mainly for ordinary people like us."

"Ordinary people?"

Dongfang Mingjue became more and more confused.

Night school is analogous to county school?

Are the students recruited or the common people?

“Yes, that’s why they recruited people like us.

Have you seen the recruitment requirements of the factory next door? "

The young man who had just teased Old Man Lin pointed at the factory's job posting:

[Salt factory recruitment]

Accountant: 20 coins a day, requirements: proficient in vertical calculation, addition and subtraction within 1,000, number of people recruited: three

Ordinary salt worker: 10 cents a day, requirements: hard work, number of people to be recruited: unlimited

[Yushun Village and Wangouli Joint Salt Shop Branch are recruiting clerks and accountants]

……

……

In addition to factory recruitment announcements, there are also shop recruitment announcements.

Like official decrees, there are no complicated words or poems interspersed, and it is plain language that anyone who can read a little can understand.

The large notes in the last column of these job announcements were related to the night school that Dongfang Mingjue had just seen.

Note: From today onwards, all special positions such as accountants, supervisors, etc. require a night school graduation certificate before applying.

"You see, graduating from night school is just a threshold, and the salary for these 20-cent daily jobs is not fixed, and if you do a good job, you can get performance commissions or something.

I know a young man named Liu Ming. He started out working on the government’s canals.

He used to get 20 wen a day, and now he's been transferred to the salt factory as a supervisor, and his daily salary is still wen, but there are production performance indicators, so I don't know how much more he gets, but yesterday I saw with my own eyes that he moved from that shabby yard to the big yard next door. "

"Tsk tsk, I know Liu Ming too. That guy is really lucky. He and his mother lived a miserable life before, but things are different now."

"Yes, the night school tuition is not expensive. Whether it is the workers currently working in the factory or the workers who want to work in the factory, they will go to night school for further study. I heard that the fastest people can graduate in three months."

Dongfang Mingjue listened to one piece of news after another mixed with all kinds of new words, his thoughts were in a mess, but he still grasped the key words.

"How much is the tuition for night school?"

"Twenty cents. Besides, the night school is built by the government, so you don't have to pay for paper, ink, pens, and inkstones."

"!!!!"

Dongfang Mingjue was shocked. When he was a child and studying, even though his family was wealthy, he would be frugal with the paper he bought himself.

Is the government of Huang County so wealthy?

Dongfang Mingjue returned to the inn dizzy with two bags of salt in his pockets.

While he was trying to digest the fact that the Huangxian government was rich, the salt he had been carrying with him had never been opened.

It was not until he was having dinner with Jiang Ji that Dongfang Mingjue thought of the two bags of salt he had accidentally found today.

He opened the bag while picking up the pork belly.

Wait until the bag is completely opened.

Dongfang Mingjue was shocked.

This salt doesn't seem to be ordinary salt.

???

He paid twenty cents to buy two bags of salt this morning, right?

Why was the salt in this bag so white and of better quality than any other fine salt he had ever seen?

Dongfang Mingjue exclaimed in surprise:

"It's called snowflake salt, and it really is snowflake salt. How come not only the government is rich, but this salt shop is also so kind and generous?"

Jiang Ji raised his eyes, and there was a rare hint of surprise in his usually lifeless black pupils.

"Flake salt?"

"Yes, that's the name."

It was a rare opportunity to hear Jiang Ji speak, so Dongfang Mingjue repeated what he had seen and heard today, elaborating on it.

Jiang Ji bent the fingers hanging at his side, and his tightly pursed lips revealed his emotions.

He could hardly control his emotions. The evil energy lingering between his legs seemed to have found Jiang Ji's weakness and began to become active.

Jiang Ji suppressed the thoughts in his heart.

But when he heard the once familiar words in a strange world, he still panicked.

This was the first time that Dongfang Mingjue saw Jiang Ji display his aura so unreservedly.

He hugged his arms, and an inexplicable chill permeated the air.

Before Dongfang Mingjue could speak, Jiang Ji returned to his usual silence.

"Take me to the salt shop owner."

"it is good."

Dongfang Mingjue didn't ask the reason and sighed. He was afraid that Jiang Ji would do something irrational.

Jiang Ji was in a daze from time to time.

As far as I can remember, I first heard about the origin of snowflake salt eight years ago.

*

The sun is beautiful and graceful.

Jiang Ji swung the sword no less than ten thousand times on the sword arena.

When he swung the sword again, the vision in front of him changed.

While Lingling was talking, the little junior sister with two buns appeared in front of her.

"Brother! Have you finished practicing sword skills?"

Jiang Ji looked at the sword that had not yet completed its 20,000th swing and was silent for a while before speaking:

"Well done."

"Very good, very good. The title of the Sword Sect's First Volume King today belongs to you."

Mu Qing looked at Jiang Ji with a smile and took out a small bag of salt.

"Brother, guess what this is?"

"Salt?"

Jiang Ji looked at the snow-white salt grains. Ordinary salt would have a yellow tint, which made him a little uncertain.

"That's right, but this salt is not ordinary salt. It's snowflake salt. I spent a lot of effort to refine it. It looks like snow, so it's called snowflake salt."

Mu Qing's voice was filled with pride.

Jiang Ji knew that his junior sister had difficulty in practicing, so when she was tinkering with strange things, he would even get involved.

This snowflake salt is quite novel and much better looking than the salt he had seen in the human world a few years ago.

Jiang Ji is the most talented swordsman in the Tianjian Sect, with a mutated thunder spiritual root. Such a chosen one of heaven is naturally full of vigor and vitality.

Before Mu Qing could speak, Jiang Ji readily took out a bag of silver.

Whenever the junior sister came to look for him, she would exchange the things she had made for money. It was a tacit understanding among all the major sects that sword cultivators were poor.

But Jiang Ji is not poor, his family is wealthy.

Jiang Ji knew what Mu Qing was thinking without Mu Qing explaining in detail.

"Wow, that's a lot of money. I can buy some candied haws. Brother is such a good person."

Hearing Mu Qing's straightforward praise, Jiang Ji's ears rarely turned slightly red.

"Flake salt is not astringent, this is a good thing. Wait for me to make a dish of salted fermented tofu..."

*

The clear voice seemed to ring in my ears.

“Flake salt is not astringent and is the best choice for making salted fermented tofu.”

He didn't know if it was his illusion or something else, but just now, he clearly heard similar words.

The underdeveloped voice has a childish tone.

Jiang Ji looked at the two people standing not far away, his clenched fists revealing his nervousness.