Zhu Yuanzhang, who commanded the wind and rain, lived a long and arduous life.

After returning to the palace, Zhu Yuanzhang hurriedly issued an imperial edict.

"Guards! Go and tell Minister of Personnel Zhan Hui to thoroughly investigate the officials in Huaibei who have failed to properly handle the disaster victims and have been negligent in their duties. Dismiss them from their posts and investigate them!"

"Issue an imperial edict to Fu Youwen, the Vice Minister of the Ministry of Revenue, to open the Taicang granary, allocate funds to Huaibei, and at the same time provide relief to the disaster victims in Southern Zhili!"

"Pass on our message: Ask the Prefect of Yingtian Prefecture: Are you blind? Can't you see all the refugees in Yingtian Prefecture? Do we have to put a knife to your throat before you'll do anything?"

The next moment, Zhu Changye looked at the little guy next to the old man who was quietly holding onto his clothes, his nose slightly red and with snot about to drip out. He looked to be about four years old, but he didn't make a fuss. The old man's words about him being well-behaved were not untrue.

"No taboos."

next moment.

He got promoted.

It smells so good!

Fu Youwen's eyes flickered, and he cupped his hands, saying, "Your subject obeys the decree."

Then, the immortal assisted Xiong Ying, making all the officials both awe and convinced, thus ensuring Xiong Ying's secure position.

The little boy made a sound as if he was eating something that didn't taste good, and the old man stopped collecting the offerings when he heard it.

As time went on, his body began to tremble, as if he were undergoing some kind of painful transformation.

When he opened his eyes again, they were bright.

Like someone who's been cooped up at home, he walks towards other worshippers, looking at their offerings here and there, observing how meticulously they calculate their incense-burning expenses, feeling quite at ease.

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.......

Suddenly, the little boy felt an itch in his nose.

He immediately squatted down and looked at the little boy's curious eyes looking around: "His nose is red because he has a cold. I only ate a piece of cake. The old man has so many wishes that can't all be fulfilled, but this is one of them."

"Perfect timing to show off my skills and expose that charlatan. An immortal? Heh, as the Deputy Director of the Imperial Observatory, do you think I don't know whether immortals exist or not?"

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…….….….….….

Tianyun Temple.

He was about to collect the offerings when he reached the osmanthus cake display area. He put the cake away, broke off a small piece, and placed it in his grandson's hand.

How can I not get angry? How can I not be annoyed?

“Deputy Supervisor Lü, you can’t say that.”

A wisp of soul left the body and came to the outside of Tianyun Temple, looking down at the capital of the Ming Dynasty from high above.

Immortals? That's just something to fool kids; he doesn't believe it.

An elderly man with white hair walked past Zhu Changye.

"Xiao Jiu, don't eat this osmanthus cake. Grandpa will make you another one when we get back."

"Hey, Xiao Jiu, are you cold?" The old man looked down when he heard his grandson sneeze.

Today, he seems to have faintly touched upon a barrier to his realm.

He gently raised his hands, pointing to the sky, and thousands of stars fell down.

As for Xiong Ying and Empress Ma being saved, Lü Ben believes it was the old man's doing.

"Grandpa, this has no flavor," the little boy said honestly, and placed the osmanthus cake in the old man's hand, indicating that he didn't want to eat it.

"Wait, is the new prisoner an immortal?"

He took a bite of the osmanthus cake.

He didn't answer, but instead searched for more memorials.

Zhu Changye looked at the old man.

The aura it emitted was also stronger than before.

"Since this is a tribute, I should be able to eat it."

boom!

Zhu Yuanzhang slammed his fist on the table and roared, "Nonsense! We killed corrupt officials and traitors!"

"Oh? He's quite capable, that I have to go outside and invite him."

Achoo~~

He sneezed loudly, and then felt refreshed. His nose was clear, and the redness on his nose visibly subsided.

The old man felt discouraged. Was it really that bad?

Eating an osmanthus cake with your soul is an easy task.

Once he reaches the mid-stage of the Nascent Soul realm, his soul can leave his body at will.

Supervisor and Deputy Supervisor.

Zhu Changye chuckled softly and headed towards Tianyun Temple.

However, once Zhu Yuanzhang used phrases like "By the Mandate of Heaven" or "I, the Emperor," it meant that the other party was not far from death.

Fu Youwen thought for a moment and asked, "Your Majesty, I heard that a new director of the Imperial Observatory has been appointed today. Shall we summon the new director of the Imperial Observatory?"

After speaking, Zhu Changye took a gentle sniff of the osmanthus cake, and a wisp of its unique aroma rose up and entered his mouth and nose.

He said he wasn't cold, and the old man, seeing that he was alright, quickly moved his hands, worried that the little boy might catch a cold if he stayed outside for too long.

Fu Youwen did not know that the new supervisor was an immortal, but Lu Benren, who was the deputy supervisor, did know.

….….….….….…

Qin Tianjian.

He placed offerings on the table in front of the clay statue; the offerings were fresh osmanthus cakes, which smelled wonderful.

"Although the previous supervisor, Yang, was responsible for the prolonged drought, perhaps... the new supervisor has a solution?"

This osmanthus cake has lost all its sweetness and fragrance; it's like an empty dough ball, and it's even full of crumbs inside.

The phrase "a feast for the eyes" perfectly describes him. In his spiritual state, he can eat by smell alone. Of course, that doesn't mean he can't eat directly. The City God Temple has a blessing for its respective City God, and in his City God Temple, he is invincible.

While packing up, he had a thought: This is strange. I made two osmanthus cakes together, but this one tastes different. The one at home tastes much better. Could it be a problem with the oven?

Zhu Changye smelled it, and his mouth immediately watered.

Back at Tianyun Temple.

Not long after,

The old man saw that his grandson's previously red nose had healed and his runny nose from his cold had stopped: "Xiao Jiu, do you want to wipe your nose?"

The old man muttered to himself, expressing many wishes.

After giving his instructions, Zhu Yuanzhang prepared to review the memorials.

He became a mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator.

The streets of the capital city of the Ming Dynasty were like a painting, bustling with carriages and people.

The distant clock tower rang out with melodious chimes, echoing continuously.

Upon hearing this, Zhu Yuanzhang pondered for a moment and then said, "Alright, go to the Imperial Observatory and tell Lü Ben to personally go and discuss this matter with the Director!"

"Grandpa, I want to eat osmanthus cake."

He intended to return to his body, but then he saw a person carrying incense walking in through the door. Zhu Changye thought for a moment, then took a deep breath, and two wisps of sandalwood incense entered his nose. A smile appeared on his face.

Fu Youwen continued, "Your Majesty, His Highness the Crown Prince summoned me this morning, and I spoke with him. His Highness agrees and has already ordered the Embroidered Uniform Guard to investigate."

Lu Ben raised an eyebrow: "Minister Fu is right. I acted rashly just now."

After looking through it for a while, he closed the memorial.

"They say the reason for the severe drought is because... because Your Majesty has committed too many killings over the years, so Heaven has sent down this disaster as a warning."

His skin began to become transparent, revealing the flow of energy within him; his eyes became bright and piercing, able to see through everything.

“But Your Majesty, with no rain for so long, I fear rumors will spread.” Fu Youwen sighed, “The more important thing is the poor harvest, which will ultimately bring suffering to the people.”

"Now that His Majesty has issued a decree, I will go and find the new supervisor."

The little boy recovered and his appetite returned; he was tempted by the osmanthus cake on the table.

After finishing,

Zhu Changye smiled, got up and left.

Gradually, his body began to emit a strong light, as if connected to the entire universe.

The new supervisor will have to serve for who knows how many years. If he is younger than him, wouldn't that mean he won't even be able to reach the position of supervisor before he dies?

Fu Youwen said with a smile.

“You silly boy, we’re offering sacrifices to the City God. Wait until Grandpa finishes his offerings before you eat,” the old man said, and the little boy nodded obediently.

The old man asked in disbelief, "Is it really that bad?"

He made two today, and I just ate one and it was quite delicious... Is it because we're getting old and our tastes have become stronger that we think it's delicious while Xiao Jiu doesn't?

He is the city god here, so these offerings are made to him, meaning he can absorb the incense smoke from this place.

"Yay!"

Lu Ben chuckled: "Yes, an immortal, hehe... What an immortal! As the Director of the Imperial Observatory, you've never even seen anything like him."

Zhu Yuanzhang was still reviewing memorials when he glanced at one of them casually and asked, "What brings you here? Do you have a problem with my imperial edict?"

Standing to the side, Zhu Changye was both amused and exasperated: "What a fine old man, he has so many wishes just to eat a bite of your osmanthus cake."

"If there is no harvest this year, our national grain reserves will not last long."

really.

The little boy shook his head.

Lu Ben rolled his eyes: "Fine, let's go together then."

Fu Youwen, the Vice Minister of the Ministry of Revenue, arrived here.

"If the source of the rain is not addressed, the court may save the refugees and displaced people temporarily, but it will not be able to save many more refugees and displaced people in the future."

Looking at the osmanthus cake, Zhu Changye rolled up his sleeves and stepped forward, bending down to take a sniff: "It smells so good, just smelling it makes my mouth water. I wonder what it tastes like?"

Zhu Yuanzhang frowned slightly: "This is a major issue that needs to be resolved."

A memorial was quickly found.

"Not bad, not bad." Zhu Changye savored the taste.

Zhu Yuanzhang went out for a walk in the morning, and it was Crown Prince Zhu Biao who sent someone to tell him.

Lu Ben raised an eyebrow: "You want to see that immortal?"

"Deputy Supervisor Lü, should I go too?"

Zhu Yuanzhang's imperial edict was very simple and easy to understand, but the simpler it was, the more it showed that Zhu Yuanzhang had no intention of killing anyone.

The imperial edict previously issued to Zhu Changye used the phrase "By the Mandate of Heaven" because Zhu Changye was an "immortal" and had saved his grandson and wife; he wanted to be more proper and disciplined.

How many years has it been since I last ate osmanthus cake?

The memorial in his hand was from the Prefect of Yingtian Prefecture, requesting the imperial court to allocate funds to repair canals and dig wells to combat drought.

Fu Youwen was startled and leaned close to his ear, saying, "Be careful, the walls may have ears."

soon.

With a gentle tap, Zhu Changye unleashed a burst of golden light from his hand, which seeped into the little boy's body.

However, eating such food might be too frightening and might scare the person making the wish.

144.202.114.56

A difference of just one word can define the difference between real power and nominal power.

Fu Youwen breathed a sigh of relief, thought for a moment, and then said, "Your Majesty, it hasn't rained for more than a month, and now there are already some rumors circulating in the streets... "

Fu Youwen bowed.

Go outside the imperial city?

Lu Ben raised an eyebrow and said irritably, "Do you really think you're some kind of immortal? Wandering around outside the court."

"Fairy?"

"Speak," Zhu Yuanzhang said, rubbing his forehead in exasperation.

He had been waiting for this for several years, and finally, Yang Ruchang was about to breathe his last when a new supervisor suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

"Heaven and earth possess righteous energy, which manifests in various forms. Below, it becomes rivers and mountains; above, it becomes the sun and stars. In man, it is called the vast and righteous spirit, which fills the boundless sky."

Sui Er.

"Hmph, we're not afraid of any of that." Zhu Yuanzhang sneered, "The worst thing in a year of disaster is when it's compounded by human error. If anyone dares to embezzle, we'll kill them all, as many as there are."

Fu Youwen stared wide-eyed, his face filled with disbelief.

Zhu Changye's appetite was whetted. He loved osmanthus cake when he was alive, but he hadn't tasted it since his wife passed away.

Zhu Xiong Ying faked his death, and Empress Ma pretended to fall ill, all in order to put on a show and promote this immortal.

Fu Youwen coughed once: "Ahem, it's a good opportunity to check on the people's situation and see how the influx of migrants is going. We're on the way."

"The new director is not in the Imperial Observatory. As for where he is, have Lü Ben go outside the Imperial City, and someone will take him there."

The old man walked out of the temple, holding his grandson's hand.

Your Majesty's willingness to tolerate such a thing suggests that this person is highly learned.

Since the imperial edict appointing the new Director of the Imperial Academy had only been issued that morning, Fu Youwen was unaware of the immortal who was the new Director.

"Very well-behaved." Zhu Changye chuckled.

So, the new director of the Imperial Observatory didn't come to the Imperial Observatory?

He quietly closed his eyes.

Lu Ben had been serving as the deputy director for several years, hoping every year that Yang Ruchang would die so that he could take over as director.

"In my opinion, His Majesty and the others have been misled."

"Isn't it delicious?"

"Could it be that someone is deliberately spreading these rumors?"

Upon hearing this, Zhu Yuanzhang's eyes darkened.

"Pah." After chewing a few times, the old man spat it directly onto his hand, feeling as if he were chewing wax.

A gentle breeze blew by, and Zhu Changye's long robe fluttered in the wind.

After finishing speaking, the old man quickly packed up his things.

Not long after.

Zhu Changye returned early to meditate and cultivate.

"We've been out for quite a while, it's time to go back."

Zhu Yuanzhang sighed, "This is what we're most worried about."

He had little respect for the new supervisor.

The old man completed a series of rituals, including worshipping the City God and burning joss paper, and then put a few coins into the donation box.

"City God, this is what I've been learning to make these past few days, it's delicious... Please bless my good grandson, that he'll recover from his illness and be able to study in the future, and also my son..."

"Thank you, Grandpa," the little boy said, making the old man beam with joy. He couldn't help but pat his grandson's head.

"No, no, no, I wouldn't dare," Fu Youwen said somewhat flusteredly. "It's just... this year's drought has affected the counties and prefectures around Yingtian Prefecture, including Yingtian Prefecture itself, which haven't seen rain for over a month."

"Grandpa, I feel like my cold is better, I don't feel so bad anymore." Xiao Jiu smiled happily, feeling relieved that she no longer felt uncomfortable.

So fast?

As the old man looked on in surprise, he caught a glimpse of the tasteless osmanthus cake in the bag in his hand, and an unbelievable thought popped into his head…

The City God has appeared!

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