**Article 4: Usage Guidelines.** The core function of a pickle jar is to pickle vegetables! It is strictly forbidden to store official seals, official documents, rice, flour, and other important supplies in front of the jar! It is strictly forbidden to build jar shrines in public areas or where traffic is obstructed (such as at Wang Pozi's house). Violators will be issued a "Vat Usage Correction Order" by the association. Those who refuse to comply will have their jar registration revoked and the jar forcibly recycled! Recycling and transportation...
Chen Bao's gaze turned to Sanbao Su Yu and his rainbow cloud boat in the corner.
"His Highness Yu Bao's Rainbow Cloud Boat will carry out the 'Counterfeit Jar Recycling Special Line' mission! It is responsible for the compulsory recycling of illegal jars and illegal shrine construction materials!" Chen Bao waved his little hand, and a cartoon diagram of the cloud boat dragging various broken pickle jars appeared in the golden light.
Sanbao Su Yu had been feeling sorry for his little boat, but upon hearing this, his face lit up instantly! "Cloud Boat! Feifei! Catch the broken jar!" In his tiny mind, being able to carry out "missions" in a Cloud Boat was a thousand times cooler than patrolling the porridge bowls! The sadness of the shipwreck was immediately replaced by the excitement of being a "law enforcer."
**Article 5: Top Secret Protection.** The "Pickled Vegetable Jar Information Confidentiality Regulations" promulgated by the Poison Tongue System are reaffirmed and strengthened. Jar No. 7, C-shaped, in the General's Mansion, and all traces of its surface (including His Highness Ling's saliva marks, footprints, and Chaos Formula graffiti) are cosmically confidential! **Added Severe Penalty Clause:** Anyone attempting to scrape samples from the jar, copy its lines, or peer closely (including cultivators using secret techniques) without permission will, upon discovery, be punished by the Poison Tongue System with the ultimate penalty—**making His Highness Ling Bao wash diapers for a hundred years (without celestial assistance, purely manual)! **The penalty is immediate, enforceable across reincarnations!
"Puff!" Su Li nearly burst out laughing again. Washing diapers for a hundred years? And for a Chaos Divine Infant like Lingbao? This punishment was a double blow to the mind and body! The deterrent power was absolutely MAXIMUM! She could already see the petrified expressions of those monks who had tried to sneakily scrape the jar when they heard the terms of this punishment.
Xiao Jue's lips curled up ever so slightly. This regulation combines drastic measures (revocation of registration, mandatory recalls, exorbitant fines for candy), clever solutions (official certification, legal transactions), and a terrifying ultimate deterrent (a century of diaper washing). Even more remarkable, it seamlessly integrates the abilities and "industries" of the three treasures (the Pacifier Gold Shop and Yunzhou Express) into the management system, forming a closed loop. Chen Bao's calculations truly lived up to the name "Divine Machine"!
"Alright! Let's follow Chen'er's plan!" Su Li made the final decision. "Immediately establish the 'Pickled Vegetable Jar Protection Association'! Chen'er will be the chief planner and abacus notary, Heng'er will be the chief inspector, and Yu'er will be the recycling team leader! Ah Luo, immediately draft the association's founding announcement and detailed rules and regulations, and post them in the most conspicuous notice! Focus on the inspection fees and the 100-year diaper washing clause!"
"Venomous Tongue System!" Su Li shouted into the air, "Upgrade your 'Secrecy Policy'! Engrave the punishment of washing diapers in the most conspicuous place on the C-shaped tank number seven! It should be glittering gold and have an intimidating sound effect!"
**[As ordered, host. The penalty clause "100 Years of Diaper Washing" is being engraved onto the tank wall with cosmic-level deterrent runes... Engraving completed. Added a passively triggered "Diaper Hell Illusion Experience" function (preview version), automatically unleashed upon malicious peepers for a quarter of an hour.]** The electronic tone of the Venomous Tongue System carried a hint of gleeful cruelty.
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The establishment announcement of the "Pickled Vegetable Jar Protection Association" and the glittering golden management regulations were like a huge rock thrown into a boiling oil pot, instantly detonating the entire royal city!
There was a huge crowd in front of the announcement, and the noise of discussion almost blew the roof off.
"What? Pickle jars need to be registered as jars? There are different levels?"
"One hundred Skittles for one test?! That's a steal!"
"What? Official seals can't be placed in front of a jar? Then my county magistrate..."
"Look at that last one! Stealing the General's mansion's jars will result in a hundred years of diaper washing?! Oh my God! This is worse than going to hell!"
"It's His Highness Zero's diaper! The Chaos Divine Infant's diaper! Wash it for a hundred years! Hiss..." Everyone gasped, as if they had already smelled the "mellow" scent that spanned a hundred years, and their eyes were full of awe (and sympathy?) as they looked towards the General's Mansion.
The effect is immediate.
Those who once burned incense and kowtowed to their pickle jars at home, dreaming of becoming a "Wen Qu Xing" (literary star), saw the notice clearly marked with inspection fees and the dire consequences of "jar registration revocation" and "forced recycling." Then, looking back at their own ordinary, even slightly leaking, vats, their heated minds were like being poured with a basin of ice water, instantly sobering up. No matter how great the dream of becoming a "Wen Qu Xing" is, it can't withstand the inspection fee of a hundred rainbow candies and the threat of a cloud boat coming to seize the vat! Forget it, just pickle!
The street-facing shrine in Wang Pozi's home was dismantled before nightfall, and the "little chaos jar" was carefully moved back to the corner of the kitchen, where it resumed its duty of pickling pickles. Wang Pozi looked at the dismantled red silk and the uneaten pig's head, and her heart ached.
At the Qingyang County Yamen, the county magistrate, upon seeing the "Regulations for the Use of Pickle Jars" delivered expedited through official channels, along with the prominent "Hundred Years of Diaper Washing" penalty clause, and then thinking of his official seal piled in front of the jar and the mountain of official documents, broke out in a cold sweat. He scrambled to the main hall and, with all his might, wrestled the seal from the jar. He wiped it again and again with his sleeve, then bowed deeply to the jar (not daring to kneel): "Jar God... no, Master of the Pickle Jar! I was foolish! You may concentrate on pickling! I will handle my business... I will handle my business myself! I will never trouble you again!" Under the terrifying threat of "Hundred Years of Diaper Washing," the county's paralyzed machinery of government creaked back into action.
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