Starting from crossing the Fengshen

Shen Gongbao took a deep breath, not only trying to suppress the anger in his heart, but also pretending to be relieved: "Junior brother, Conferred Godhood is a big deal, and this is also the respect that Master has for you, so don't let Master down.

Jiang Ziya nodded in agreement and said, "I think so too, so I feel so stressed. Hey, Senior Brother, I won't say any more. I'll leave first. If we go to Da Shang, I'll host a banquet to entertain you."

He took out the magic whip and slashed it in the air, and then the man walked in.

In the ancient world, golden immortals can travel through the void, and so can innate spiritual treasures.

In addition, there are also sky-breaking talismans, sky-piercing shuttles, etc., which are similar to the Xuanyu Platform in the world of Shrouding the Sky, and can also travel long distances through the void.

It is precisely because of the multitude of methods that teleportation arrays are difficult to become popular.

Looking at the empty void, Shen Gongbao's face suddenly turned dark, and anger flashed in his eyes.

"Jiang Shang, you are bullying me too much!"

"And you, Master!"

Shen Gongbao looked back at Yuxu Palace and gritted his teeth and said, "Since you think so highly of Jiang Shang, I will not let him have his wish. You want him to assist Xiqi, then I will go to assist Yin Shang. I will prove to you that I am better than Jiang Ziya!"

.........

"Is this Chaoge?"

Jiang Ziya looked around, bewildered.

If the words "Chao Ge" were not still hanging on the city wall a dozen miles away, he would have suspected that he had gone to the wrong place.

In the past, Chaoge had majestic city walls that were awe-inspiring.

Today, the city walls of Chaoge are still majestic, but there are a large number of high-rise buildings that are like mountains, far exceeding the height of the city walls, and the original dirt roads outside the city have all been turned into concrete roads.

It is not only spacious and clean, but also flat.

A lot of strange vehicles were speeding on the road.

The scene of the children of the powerful and wealthy wearing fine clothes and riding horses is now nowhere to be seen.

Now was the time to harvest rice. He saw many tall and strange magical instruments eating countless rice grains with a grunt, and then spraying out clean rice grains from their tails.

An acre of rice can be harvested in just a few steps.

The people in the fields were all dressed in bright clothes, their faces filled with joy of the harvest. They were all strong and walked like the wind, completely different from their previous thin bodies and tattered clothes.

He has only been in the mountains for thirty years, but why does it feel like a different world?
For a moment, countless doubts came to my mind.

Thinking of this, Jiang Ziya walked towards the ridge of the field and greeted an old farmer with a dark face: "Wulian Tianzun, this old layman, I have some doubts, can I ask you something?"

"Hey, Taoist priest, please tell me."

The old farmer was flattered and quickly patted his hands which had some rice crumbs on them.

Jiang Ziya smiled and said, "I wonder how many acres of land the old monk has and how many people he has? I see that this is a bumper year for rice. Can the surplus be enough to feed us?"

The old farmer laughed and said, "Master, looking at you, have you been in the mountains for more than ten years and never come down from the mountains?"

Jiang Ziya nodded and said, "I have been in the mountains for thirty years. Today I am going home to visit my relatives."

The old farmer suddenly smiled and said, "No wonder, otherwise he wouldn't ask such a common sense question. Speaking of which, it is all thanks to the great blessing of the king that we people can live a good life now.

Since the king ascended the throne, he first abolished slavery, so that I could become a commoner. Then the king distributed land to us, encouraged us to cultivate good farmland, and distributed Tai Chi rice seeds.

Now there are nine people in my family and thirty acres of fertile land, and we estimate that we can harvest 45,000 kilograms of crops.

The king has mercy on us people and we don’t have to pay taxes since last year.

In other words, all this food belongs to me. Taoist priest, do you think we can have enough to eat?"

"Fizz!"

Jiang Ziya was shocked and his eyes widened.

Although he had never farmed since he was a child, he knew that the yield per mu of ordinary land was only about 100 kilograms.

But according to the old farmer's fields and output, the yield per mu should be 1,500 kilograms!

That’s ten times more!
It is only natural for the people to pay taxes.

The Human Emperor actually abolished the people's grain tax, which was unprecedented.

Jiang Ziya couldn't help but ask: "Taiji rice, where did the king get the rice seeds, and how can the yield be so high? Also, if the people don't pay taxes, how will the court officials be paid, and how will the army be maintained?"

The old farmer smiled and said, "How can the imperial court take agricultural taxes seriously? Most of the imperial court's tax revenue today comes from commercial taxes. Moreover, the imperial court also controls a large number of state-owned enterprises, and each of them is extremely wealthy.

For example, the Lingshi Mining Group, they are exploring and mining Lingshi veins everywhere, and it is said that they can mine Lingshi veins within 100,000 miles underground.

What is mined is spiritual stone!
There is also a smelting group. The newspaper said that the tax it paid alone exceeded one million fairy crystals a year.

Our agricultural tax is nothing.”

At this point, he paused and continued, "As for Taiji rice, the court did not specify where it came from, but everyone speculated that it was presented to the king by the imperial teacher.

Ordinary fertile land like mine can basically yield up to 1,500 kilograms per mu.

and……"

The old farmer smiled mysteriously. He picked up a grain that had fallen in the field and handed it to Jiang Ziya: "Master, rub off the husk and take a look."

Jiang Ziya didn't understand what was going on and took the millet.

The grain is about three inches long, spindle-shaped, and half black and half white, and it really looks like a Tai Chi pattern.

"What a strange rice!"

Jiang Ziya thought to himself, and he rubbed off the husks as he was told, revealing the crystal clear rice grains inside. They were as beautiful as jade, emitting a warm and jade-like luster.

Moreover, it actually exudes a faint spiritual energy!
This is spiritual rice!

Jiang Ziya's eyes bulged in shock.

"Ha ha!"

Looking at Jiang Ziya's appearance, the old farmer laughed heartily again: "Shocking, right? This Tai Chi rice is not ordinary rice, but high-quality spiritual rice. The spiritual energy contained in three pounds of Tai Chi rice is almost equivalent to a spiritual stone. Moreover, Tai Chi rice does not contain any impurities and can be completely absorbed by the human body. Eating this will make your martial arts training twice as effective with half the effort."

After a long while, Jiang Ziya exclaimed: "I never thought that there is such a magical rice in the world that can be grown on ordinary soil. Your Majesty's comprehensive promotion of Tai Chi Rice is truly a great merit."

The old farmer said solemnly, "Of course. Nowadays, who among the people of the world does not worship the king's tablet at home? If it were not for the king, I would probably die in a daze, and my life in the world would be in vain."

Jiang Ziya asked curiously: "Old monk, the way you talk doesn't sound like you used to..."

The old farmer waved his hand and said, "Slaves are slaves, there is nothing to be ashamed of, but that was in the past. This is all thanks to the king, who made a magical instrument specifically for literacy. Now, I can not only read books and newspapers, but I can also understand the works of many famous scholars."

Speaking of this, he felt a little proud.

Jiang Ziya was shocked that the Emperor of Man was actually carrying out a literacy campaign for all the people, even the former slaves were well-read! ?
To be honest, he thought he sympathized with the people, but he had no intention of actively educating them, because the process was too difficult and would consume too much manpower and resources.

Of course, there is another more important point. If the people are enlightened, wouldn't it be more difficult to rule? (End of this chapter)