The human race is not doing charity, and the Asgard is certainly not an amusement park for fighting and making noise.
It was a bone-chillingly cold white jade palace that symbolized supreme majesty and power. It could determine the rise and fall of a force and judge the life and death of a powerful person.
Shui Ming Yuanjun took a deep breath and stepped into the White Jade Palace, where everything would be written down in documents.
Documents flowed in the air like a river. Shui Ming Yuan Jun felt the incomparable power of the soul. The existence sitting above seemed to have tens of millions of hands and eyes.
"The output of pork is 10 million tons, which is 5 million shi. This year, due to the epidemic, we did not reach the target. But according to the report of the Municipal Administration Bureau, only 8 million tons of pork entered the market. Qingqiu Port did send out that much."
Just as Shui Ming Yuanjun was about to explain, a calm and rational voice came from above again.
"Qingqiu has no problems. The flow of all goods is recorded by the Shipping Department, and it is impossible for two million tons of pork to be transported by land to escape supervision."
"The total meat distribution in various cities this year... Yundong, Tianquan, Yuheng and other major cities have seen multiple large-scale transactions, and the price of pork has increased by 30%..."
"Buy, stock up, buy again. The Municipal Administration Bureau is investigating. The Reserves Bureau has released all the meat reserves from the first half of this year to replace pork."
Several documents flew out and landed in the hands of different people, and then were quickly passed on to the departments below.
Shui Ming Yuanjun stared at Li Changsheng blankly. The other party had obviously not left the Baiyu Palace for hundreds of years, but he seemed to know everything and could predict all situations.
Everyone's actions below were visible.
The immortals remember all the information through the documents submitted by various departments, including the circulation of goods, weather changes, and the output of a certain type of grain. As long as it is recorded in the account book, it will be submitted here.
Then the immortal will look, remember, and ask.
It is said that the number of immortals who write every day is as high as one million, which means three hundred and sixty million a year, or even more. If the clerks were not written with magic power, the paper consumed would pile up into a mountain in a month.
When you know all the information, you will naturally reach the point of omniscience.
What a great power this is.
But if the information given below is wrong, wouldn’t those people be misled and the operation of the entire Fairy Palace completely collapse?
Shui Ming Yuanjun thought so until the 100th year, which was the 400th year of the immortal calendar, when a fire dragon burned the warehouse and nearly 5 million tons of grain were burned.
Then he saw the immortal counting with his fingers, and then lightning illuminated Tianzhou.
“Who else’s warehouse burned down?”
I almost forgot that you can tell fortunes.
Shui Ming Yuanjun completely suppressed some of the little thoughts in his heart and became more pragmatic in his work.
The immortal is never merciful. He loves the human race, not you, him, or me.
But Shui Ming Yuanjun still saw the immortal's beloved. It was the first time he smiled, and also the first time he left the jade throne in a hundred years.
It was a meeting as usual at the White Jade Palace, unless one was in seclusion for cultivation, there would be a meeting every other year.
The Immortal went about his business as usual.
This time, due to the drastic changes in the natural environment, Tianzhou was hit by disaster again, and a lot of manpower and material resources were consumed from rescue to reconstruction and evacuation.
Fortunately, the Immortal Palace had been operating for many years and had already accumulated a rich fortune, so it did not suffer any serious damage.
But it is inevitable that the development has been delayed. At present, there are two directions in the Immortal Palace, one is the cave heaven, and the other is the sun-chasing flying boat.
The former cannot be counted on at present due to the damage of the laws of space, but the latter is said to have already created an embryo.
Suddenly, an extremely powerful aura rose into the sky, the source coming from the depths of the White Jade Palace.
The immortal's indifferent face froze for a moment, then his brows softened, and his voice remained calm but less distant.
"Has he come out? Decades earlier than I expected."
"That's it for today, everyone take a day off."
Li Changsheng said to everyone below, "Take a holiday," and then he disappeared from the jade throne.
The first holiday in a hundred years.
Since that holiday, Shui Ming Yuanjun clearly felt that the Immortal Palace was not as cold as before.
Because the immortals began to take holidays more frequently, there were no problems with the various departments taking charge of the affairs, but more people meant there was room for mediation.
When the immortals are in charge, the law is truly called law.
Shui Ming Yuanjun spent decades of comfortable life like this, and he has completely adapted to the pace of life of the human race.
Until one day.
He came to the inner palace of Baiyu Palace for some matters. It was a garden full of exotic flowers and plants, with streams surrounded by flowers, and the streams surrounded by pavilions.
With such a beautiful view, it seems that immortals also need to relax and enjoy. Or in the early years, immortals have always been famous for playing with the human world.
A petite and chubby human girl was squatting by the stream. Just by looking at her, Shui Ming Yuanjun felt an incomparably strong magical power.
He had heard that the human race had a great being with a pure heart.
Zhu Xuehuazun is one of the most mysterious and powerful people in the human race. She created all the cities and formations of the human race, and even the fairy boat of the Shipping Bureau was created by her.
Zhu Xue took a glance, then looked away and picked up the toad on the ground.
Shui Ming Yuanjun bowed slightly and continued walking inside.
I only heard the sound of a piano in my ears, a gust of wind blew up thousands of petals, and a peerless beautiful figure danced gracefully, better than flowers and even better than light.
Taiyin Star God.
A Taoist in the pavilion played the zither; when the song ended, all the flowers fell.
The peerless fairy who was dancing gracefully also stopped, returned to the pavilion, sat next to Li Changsheng, hugged his arm and acted coquettishly.
"Master, how is it?"
"Very good."
Zhu Xue walked in, holding a toad in her hand, and said, "Sister Taiyin, I want to eat this."
"Why do you always catch weird things? This is a golden dream toad, it's poisonous, and you called me mom."
(End of this chapter)
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