Chapter 744

True Person Chuhe didn't just talk, but displayed segments of images. Some of these were recorded by the foster fathers, and more were recorded by the foster brothers and sisters.

The old Daoist still only had three foster fathers, but there were many more brothers and sisters, so the recorded images were exceptionally rich. Those mortals couldn't think that a bird or a cat on the field branches was actually a person on the immortal path.

After watching these images, although Ji Weiwei Yuan used a manifestation, his face was still livid.

Between the fields, many people stood in the fields, digging the soil with or without effort, looking listless. Some didn't care about their feet at all when entering or leaving the fields, trampling down many seedlings along the way.

Many people not only didn't do much work themselves but also mocked those who worked seriously, saying that no matter how much they did, they wouldn't get an extra jin of rations, so they might as well rest well.

Anyway, the fields were the Wei Wei Jiezhu's, and the grain was also the Wei Wei Jiezhu's. These people wouldn't get an extra bite to eat even if they worked themselves to death, so why bother working for the Wei Wei Jiezhu? Even if they didn't work now, their rations wouldn't be a bit less. Only when the manager came to inspect would these people restrain themselves a bit, putting on a look of working hard. But the hoes they swung all day were only swung during the time from when the manager arrived until he left.

And in some places, those who worked seriously would be intimidated or even beaten. In these places, the managers either were relatively lazy themselves, with inspections being superficial, or they were related to the troublemakers.

In all such places, the seedlings in the fields were sparse, and the spiritual energy dissipated into heaven and earth in vain. As long as the managers turned a blind eye, no one else would say anything more, even if the seedlings in the fields were about to die.

These managers were actually True Person Chuhe further up. Chuhe put eighty percent of his heart into spirit beasts, and the remaining twenty percent into the medicine garden and spirit fields. He basically didn't care about the mortal fields at all, only paying special attention to the opening of the fields. The eight million mu of fields in the Azure Void were indeed too many, and one Chuhe couldn't manage them at all.

And this trend was constantly spreading. It wasn't just the mortal fields; even the spirit fields weren't planted as well as before. The yield of spirit rice was already ten percent lower than it should have been, and only the medicine garden was considered normal.

At this moment, a new profession, the ruffian and rascal, began to emerge in all parts of the Azure Void.

When he saw a few idle ruffians dragging two people who were working seriously into a small forest, beating them until they were covered in bruises, and threatening them to give up the quota for cultivating the Dao foundation in their homes, killing intent finally appeared in Ji Weiwei Yuan's eyes.

As the Wei Wei Jiezhu, he could naturally monitor heaven and earth, and with many manifestations, in the blink of an eye, Ji Weiwei Yuan found out the ins and outs of the matter.

These ruffians were not simple rascals; they were actually thugs raised by the local patrol manager, specifically to do some shady things for him. This time, it was specifically for the quota for cultivating the Dao foundation.

The manager's family already had a quota for cultivating the Dao foundation, but his son was not promising and had eyes higher than the top. During the last Dao foundation ceremony, he didn't listen to advice and insisted on choosing the Dao foundation himself, but as expected, he failed.

The manager wanted to fight for another chance for his son, but didn't have enough merit, so he set his sights on the two honest people who were working, wanting to force them to give up their quota.

The quota for cultivating the Dao foundation itself was non-transferable, but these people had their own ways. The manager prepared to let his son impersonate them. Anyway, there were many people in the Dao foundation ceremony, and the inspection was very loose, so there was a great chance of muddling through. This manager was playing the idea of replacing the real with the fake.

Seeing this, Ji Weiwei Yuan understood why the luck account had decreased significantly recently. Refugees were coming in a steady stream, but whether it was the blue luck of the newcomers or the blue luck continuously contributed by the residents of the Azure Void, it was clearly decreasing. Now Ji Weiwei Yuan finally understood the reason.

In a village, as long as there was such a patrol manager, Ji Weiwei Yuan wouldn't be able to get even a shred of luck from the entire village!

Ji Weiwei Yuan immediately arranged for manifestations to organize manpower to thoroughly investigate the entire Azure Void to see how many similar things were happening, while he himself set off immediately, rushing back to the Azure Void from the Northern Shanmen at full speed.

In one day, Ji Weiwei Yuan flew back to the Azure Void. When he returned to his residence, he saw Zhang Sheng sitting in his room, calm and composed, reading a book.

Ji Weiwei Yuan was startled and asked: "Why did you come out of seclusion again?"

Zhang Sheng raised his head slightly, his eyelashes jumping with faint light, and the lines of his chin were exceptionally smooth and clear in the sunset, saying: "I have been restless recently and sensed that you had killing intent, so I came out of seclusion to see what happened."

Ji Weiwei Yuan wondered: "Can this be sensed too?"

A small sword with five colors appeared in front of Zhang Sheng. Ji Weiwei Yuan actually had a sense of familiarity, as if he saw himself on this sword.

The small sword disappeared immediately. Zhang Sheng pointed to his heart and said softly: "There is an empty seat in my clear sword heart. If I put someone in it, I can roughly sense his joy, anger, sorrow, joy, luck, and safety."

Ji Weiwei Yuan "ah"ed and asked again: "Then how many such empty seats are there?"

Zhang Sheng rolled his eyes at him and said: "One is already a drag on my cultivation!"

Ji Weiwei Yuan was moved in his heart and sat down beside Zhang Sheng. The corners of Zhang Sheng's mouth rose slightly, and the light rippling in her eyes looking at him only held one person.

It was just that the warmth hadn't passed for three seconds when Ji Weiwei Yuan's hand climbed onto Zhang Sheng's body. Zhang Sheng flicked out a sword energy, shooting it onto Ji Weiwei Yuan's lower back, instantly making his whole body numb and unable to move, and then said: "Talk about business first! You suddenly brought killing intent back; what is it for?"

Ji Weiwei Yuan sighed and told the story of what had happened recently, and then showed those images to Zhang Sheng.

Nearly a thousand images, Zhang Sheng unfolded them at the same time and finished watching them once; the efficiency was roughly three times that of Ji Weiwei Yuan.

After watching, Zhang Sheng closed her eyes and pondered for a moment before saying to Ji Weiwei Yuan: "What do you plan to do?"

Killing intent flashed across Ji Weiwei Yuan's face, and he said in a deep voice: "Dao foundation training is the top priority and also the foundation for us to bind all aristocratic families. On average, it takes a thousand taels of immortal silver for an aristocratic family's child to become a Dao foundation.

These managers want to plot the training quota, which is equivalent to embezzling a thousand taels of immortal silver, and their crime deserves death! If this were according to the Jin Law and Tang Law, a hundred taels of immortal silver would mean the whole family would be exiled, and a thousand taels would be enough to exterminate the clan! These people must be killed!"

Ji Weiwei Yuan checked and found that there was more than one manager who wanted to plot the Dao foundation quota, but a full dozen or so. These managers also communicated with each other, and many people prepared to unite to monopolize the Dao foundation quota in their area.

Only two or three of these people had needs for their own families, and the rest were actually for profit. These quotas were prepared to be resold to loose cultivators in outer territories or other aristocratic family children. The selling price was only fifty percent of the Azure Void's official quotation.

This matter originated only a few months ago, and in a short period of time, it spread to a dozen managers, and more than sixty people were secretly discussing it. The total number of regional managers in the Azure Void was less than two hundred, and in the blink of an eye, half of them were about to fall.

So after Ji Weiwei Yuan perceived it, he had killing intent on the spot and immediately returned to deal with it.

Zhang Sheng listened and said slowly: "Quickly cutting the Gordian knot is correct. The lost hearts of the people, as long as the butcher's knife falls and a few corrupt officials are killed, most of them can be recovered on the spot.

But such things didn't happen once or twice, but dozens or hundreds, scattered everywhere. Killing at this time is just treating the symptoms but not the root cause. We must find the root cause and prescribe the right medicine to solve it once and for all. Otherwise, if we kill a batch today, we will have to kill a batch tomorrow, and we will have to kill a batch in a few days, endlessly. No matter how many we kill, the lost hearts of the people will not come back."

Ji Weiwei Yuan sighed: "This is also what I am worried about. I don't know what these people are thinking. They haven't lived a day where they could eat their fill, so how did they become like this? When they were refugees before, they would burn high incense if they could eat their fill once every few months or half a year.

Managers are greedy for money, and it is everywhere; just kill them. But there are so many ruffians and rascals, which is truly something I didn't expect. How to solve it, I haven't thought of it yet."

Zhang Sheng said: "I just thought of a way to solve the urgent need."

Ji Weiwei Yuan was overjoyed: "What way?"

Zhang Sheng's lips pouted slightly and said: "Benefits."

This time Ji Weiwei Yuan was both surprised and happy, hurriedly leaning over, carefully tapping lightly on the cherry lips that looked like they had just been soaked in well water, and then couldn't bear to separate.

Zhang Sheng dropped a sword energy, fixing Ji Weiwei Yuan in place, then drilled out of his arms, sat upright, and said calmly: "Talk about business."

Ji Weiwei Yuan's heart went up and down, but he was helpless against her.

Zhang Sheng said: "I think the method lies in one sentence: do not worry about scarcity, but worry about inequality."

Ji Weiwei Yuan instantly understood in his heart, stood up, and said: "That's it! It is to be unequal!"

(End of chapter)