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Chapter 52 Banquet

The personal and material evidence of Jiang Ziya's crime of intentional injury are all there, so there is no way to deny it.

If the pheasant spirit hadn't been magnanimous and kept pressing this matter, Jiang Ziya would have stayed in the dungeon for a long time.

Jiang Ziya felt miserable and couldn't stand it anymore.

The next day, Song came belatedly and bailed Jiang Ziya out of the demon spirit.

Jiang Ziya had just returned to the street when he heard a child yelling:

"Selling newspapers, selling newspapers, Chaoge News Chaoge News, a monk named Jiang dared to do such an unsightly thing in broad daylight. Is this a loss of human nature or a distortion of morality? Come and take a look.

!”

"Selling newspapers, selling newspapers, Chaoge News Chaoge News, a monk named Jiang dared to do such an unsightly thing in broad daylight. Is this a loss of human nature or a distortion of morality? Come and take a look.

!”

Song was petrified on the spot and quickly took out a penny to buy a newspaper.

The news reported in the newspaper was clearly what Jiang Ziya committed when he first came to Chaoge yesterday.

The title makes people think a lot, but the article is indeed about facts.

"What is this newspaper?"

Seeing someone from Song hand over the newspaper, Jiang Ziya asked while holding the newspaper.

The texture of this newspaper is tough, not like leather or cloth, but very smooth, and the words on it are quite neat.

He sincerely sighed: "The person who wrote the newspaper is really not simple. His handwriting is so neat and tidy. It is really admirable."

"This is paper, and the words on the newspaper are not written, but printed using printing. Brother Jiang, my child is now an apprentice at Haoran College, and the textbooks he uses for school are also printed."

Someone Song explained calmly.

Jiang Ziya knew that this newspaper was written by Wucheng King Huang Feihu, so he praised it again.

"Although this newspaper is indeed written by Master Huang, the newspaper was invented by Your Majesty. This newspaper is published every day, and all kinds of anecdotes are clearly recorded."

"If the king is so wise, why do you let the monsters run wild in Chaoge City?"

Song did not answer.

Jiang Ziya returned to Songjiazhuang step by step with a confused mood.

As soon as Jiang Ziya entered Songjiazhuang, he saw the boss who was stunned and open-mouthed.

In an open field in Songjiazhuang, I saw many half-year-old children flying with swords. They were not very skilled and they were flying awkwardly.

There are also many people who get together to practice the Five Elements Kung Fu and discuss them from time to time.

There are even people arranging magic arrays, although few have succeeded.

Jiang Ziya couldn't get over this phenomenon for a long time.

The former Taoist cultivator was a drop in the ocean among the vast sea of ​​people. He practiced hard in Kunlun Mountain for forty years and still did not find the way.

Nowadays, these half-grown children can practice so casually without having to go to the mountains and forests to learn from a master.

How could this make him feel so embarrassed?

Moreover, Mr. Song also said that tomorrow Haoran Academy will expand its enrollment and branches will be built. By then, almost all Chaoge children will be able to learn Taoism.

Someone from Song held a reception to welcome Jiang Ziya's arrival. The various kinds of meat were so dazzling that Jiang Ziya was dizzy.

He knew that his friend was quite wealthy, but Jiang Ziya was a little flattered by such a luxurious reception.

After knowing Jiang Ziya's thoughts, Song said with a smile.

"My dear brother, you don't have to think about whether these are available or not. These meats are not expensive. They are all over the streets. Even beggars can eat meat every meal."

"Is Brother making fun of me? How is this possible?"

"Hey, brother, how could I lie to you? The Taoist priests of Jiejiao have transformed all kinds of exotic beasts and crop seeds, and with the generous help of fish monsters and tree monsters, even the rice grown in the south can be used every month.

They all gained a lot.”

"Oh my god!"

Jiang Ziya was really frightened. This was incredible. According to what Song friends said, wasn't Chaoge the richest city in the world?

During the dinner, Jiang Ziya gradually understood Chaoge's situation at this moment.

Nowadays, Chaoge is extremely rich, and the prices are as cheap as if they were given free money. There are also subsidies for having children, and adult men from the human race who marry a woman from the demon race can receive even greater subsidies.

What is all this about?

Isn't this a paradise on earth?

The Jade Emperor is nothing more than this!

"A year ago, the king Nuwa wrote a poem, which caused everyone in the world to curse the emperor. However, in just a few days, the king said that Nuwa had given him a dream and told him a lot.

A lot of skills allow him to help Dashang, and he also gave the auspicious nine-tailed fox a few days ago. Empress Nuwa is compassionate and considerate of the people. The Emperor is wise, wise and generous. I believe Dashang will get better and better.

, we will also become happier and happier.”

Someone from Song ridiculed him, thinking that he was from a wealthy family a few years ago, but it was impossible for him to eat meat every day. Even if he could fill his stomach, it would feel like there was smoke coming out of his ancestral graves.

Especially if there is any natural or man-made disaster, I would not dare to think about eating meat. I would be lucky not to eat dirt.

Nowadays, the great merchants are on good terms with the Dragon Clan, the weather is raining and the wind is favorable, and everyone has meat, so they can't finish it all.

My descendants are even tired of eating meat, and they cry out every day that they are tired from practicing.

Every time these children complained, he was so angry that he wanted to vomit blood.

Thinking back then, not to mention practicing, he couldn't even fill his stomach.

The more Mr. Song talked about it, the deeper his feelings became and he started to cry.


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