I, Chi You, Should Not Be a God of War but a Salt Boss

Traveling through Chiyou, the Yellow Emperor's army blocked the door at the beginning. System: "The current status of the host: no wife, zero savings, rusty weapons, and fortifications - a pile of salt lumps. Suggestion: Cry first or run first?" Chi You glanced at the clansmen kneeling on the ground, and then at the smoke and dust on the horizon that was getting closer and closer. He said: "No more fighting. Sell salt." From that day on, the Jiuli tribe stopped fighting and started doing business. The old priest changed his profession to drying salt, the assassin switched to delivering goods, and Headless Xingtian became the security captain - and the God of War, who once made the three worlds fearful, became the boss who shouted for business on the edge of the salt lake. Others fight with swords, but he fights with salt. First, the Yellow Emperor's army came crying to purchase goods, and then the gods from heaven lined up to apply for membership. The Jade Emperor smashed three jade tables: "The number one war god in the three realms, you actually become a salt dealer?!" Chi You: "Isn't being a boss better than being a god of war?" The Salt Empire marched all the way to Heaven, Kunlun, and the Queen Mother of the West's peach feast. The Alliance of Travelers came to the door, Kuafu chased the sun, and Xing Tian recovered his head. Five thousand years later, in modern Yuncheng, there was an old man wearing sunglasses standing by the salt lake, waiting for a little girl to call him "grandpa." In this life, he should not be the God of War, but the boss. The salt lake never dies and the boss is always there.