People in Douluo, the mastermind behind the scenes

"Yes! What the hell is Poseidon! If he dares to starve us of food, we will rebel against him!"

For a moment, the villagers were excited, and under the leadership of the middle-aged man, almost everyone joined in the ranks of cursing the Sea God Tang San.

No one suspected that this great soul master who came from afar had ill intentions. They were all struggling on the brink of life and death, so what did they have to lose?
Humph, it’s nothing more than cursing the Sea God. If cursing the Sea God can earn them a living, they don’t mind cursing the Sea God’s ancestors every day!

Seeing that the atmosphere was already being created, the deacon quickly took out a stainless steel thermos bucket more than one meter high from his storage ring and placed it on the table.

"Come on, it's almost noon, let's have a meal first. Let me make it clear, this meal is not for nothing. When we officially start work tomorrow, you must work hard. If I find anyone slacking off, don't blame me for being rude!"

A bowl of thick porridge with a little soy sauce poured on it, it was such an extremely simple food, but it made everyone cry. The villagers all praised His Majesty and the Lord Leader, and cursed the Sea God Tang San and the Sea God Pavilion.

Seeing this scene, Huo Yuhao felt very upset. A bowl of porridge with a little soy sauce destroyed the faith of the Sea God Pavilion? Was it really that outrageous?
Is it that the Poseidon Pavilion is too mean to these lower-class civilians, or is it that the Ningyun Sect is too good to them?
Obviously, the answer is the former.

Huo Yuhao sent a voice transmission to the Tianmeng Ice Silkworm in his sea of ​​consciousness: “Brother Tianmeng, if I learn the system of the Northern Dipper Spirit and replicate it in the territories of the Southern Dipper Spirit and the Xingluo Empire, can I completely restore the reputation of the Sea God Pavilion on the Douluo Continent?”

Ah this...

Tianmeng Ice Silkworm is in a dilemma.

He had no idea what Huo Yuhao was thinking about day by day, and he underestimated the intelligence systems of the two empires and the Poseidon Pavilion.

Can what happened today be hidden from the top leaders of the two empires and Poseidon Pavilion?
Do you really think that you, Huo Yuhao, are the only smart person in the world?
You, Huo Yuhao, are just a thug and know nothing about government affairs, yet you pretend to be such a big shot. This is really...

Although he thought about it, Tianmeng Bingcan couldn't say these words out loud. Huo Yuhao was under too much pressure right now, so it wouldn't be a big deal if he could restore some self-confidence.

Thinking of this, Tianmeng Ice Silkworm said in a mean way: "Well... Xiao Yuhao, the two camps are fundamentally different, and some good systems cannot be perfectly replicated. However... there are still many things we can learn from them, so you can go over and learn from them."

With the affirmation of Tianmeng Ice Silkworm, Huo Yuhao’s self-confidence soared to the extreme. He immediately walked out of the bushes, pretending to be passing by, and came in front of the deacon.

Huo Yuhao scratched his head and said shyly, "Brother, I am a spirit master born in the civilian family. I am not doing well in Shrek City. I happened to hear that Beidou Ling... Oh no, Muyun Empire is going to issue a series of policies to favor civilians. I wanted to come here to do some practical work. Can you introduce me to someone?"

A soul master of common origin?
After the deacon looked him up and down, he couldn't help but feel suspicious.

The deacons who were sent out to travel across mountains and rivers to the villages to recruit workers might not have outstanding cultivation, but their ability to guess people's hearts was definitely far beyond that of ordinary people.

After just one glance, the deacon could tell that the other party... could not possibly be a soul master of common origin. It might even be the first time for him to see the true appearance of a lower-class commoner.

A soul master of common origin can become a true aristocrat through learning and long-term high position.

On the contrary, no matter how much the nobles learn, even if they lower themselves to live with the lower-class common people for a long time, they can't learn the unique simplicity of the rural villagers. "Could he be a spy sent by Nan Dou Ling?"

The deacon had already made up his mind, and as a professional, he did not show any inappropriate expression.

The steward frowned and said, "The Yeya City Farmers' Association branch has just been established, and there are many positions that need civilian soul masters to take up. How about this, you wait for me for half an hour, after I finish my job, I will take you to Yeya City and introduce you to the branch president. As for whether you can be qualified for those positions, it depends on your own ability."

The deacon smiled and patted Huo Yuhao on the shoulder, then returned to his seat and went back to work.

Except for those who needed to stay at home to look after the fields and the elderly, the weak and the disabled who were unable to work, almost all the villagers signed up for the canning factory.

Among these hundreds of villagers, only one person awakened his soul power, and she was a little girl with only level one innate soul power and a blue silver grass martial soul.

It was said to be half an hour, but by the time hundreds of villagers had awakened their martial spirits, it was almost dark. Huo Yuhao just sat there and watched until it got dark, without showing any impatience at all.

Fortunately, the village was not far from Yeya City, and the two arrived at Yeya City before the city gate was closed.

The deacon didn't even have time to eat. The first thing he did after returning to Yeya City was to take Huo Yuhao to the temporary office of the Farmers' Association branch.

"Lady Saint, this is the list of all the people from Tielang Village who have registered for the canning factory. Please take a look."

"Oh, by the way, there is also a little girl with the innate first-level soul power and the Blue Silver Grass martial soul. Because it was too late, I did not bring her here. I need to tell the driver who will go to Tielang Village to pick her up tomorrow to take the little girl with him."

As he spoke, the deacon pushed the list he had compiled in front of Qin Mengmeng.

Qin Mengmeng did not look at the list on the table, but instead focused her attention on Huo Yuhao. "Hey...young man, what's your name? Have we met somewhere before?"

Hearing this, Huo Yuhao's pupils suddenly shrank and he forced himself to suppress his facial nerves so as not to show an expression that should not appear.

Huo Yuhao smiled bitterly and said, “I am a common soul master with no backing. I am discriminated against wherever I go. How could I have the chance to see Her Highness the Saint? Perhaps… it was just a coincidence that I had the honor of meeting Her Highness the Saint, and you happened to remember that moment.”

Huo Yuhao activated his innate skill - playing the victim. Anyway, his appearance, aura, and even martial spirit had all been disguised. No matter how powerful Qin Mengmeng was, she would not be able to guess that he was Huo Yuhao.

"So it seems that you want to join the Muyun Empire and do something practical for the lowest-level civilians? How about this, you fill out the form first, and I'll see which position you are suitable for."

As she spoke, Qin Mengmeng pushed a form in front of Huo Yuhao. (End of this chapter)