The word offering made Lu Yao instantly get into the spirit.
He tapped on the temple and there was indeed a golden item in the [Offering] slot.
……
[Golden Dice]: 2 Faith Points are consumed per roll, if a 6 is rolled then an offering is obtained.
Source unknown.
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Seeing this description, Lu Yao’s excitement dissipated.
The Salt Pond Tribe had offered a piece of gambling equipment as an offering.
Nowadays, Lu Yao was already very sensitive to Faith Value, and as soon as he saw the description of the golden dice, one word popped into his head.
The visitor is not good.
The core of gambling was fraud.
Each roll consumed 2 points of Faith, where did all that Faith go?
Thinking back to the Salt Pond Tribe’s merchant practices, and their style of claiming to be dedicated to three gods. Lu Yao suspected that behind the golden dice was a certain god who was using the Salt Pond Tribe to run a scam everywhere.
To put it another way, using the golden dice to scam the faith deposits of other gods could be much more ingenious than the laborious and painstaking way of robbing them like Liza did.
As for rolling a 6 to get an offering.
The probability of this thing is completely unregulated, it hits when it says it does and misses when it says it doesn’t, highlighting a blatantly underhanded way of doing things.
Einstein said well, God does not roll colour.
But since the Salt Pond Tribe gave something away, there is no reason not to accept it.
Isabelle had once said that if there were unwanted offerings, they could be thrown directly into the Flame of Faith to turn it into firewood and gain some faith.
Lu Yao directly threw the [Golden Dice] into the bonfire of the temple, and it was gone in an instant.
Faith +10.
Sure enough, it wasn’t worth much.
Lu Yao observed the current geography of the Garlic Tribe.
At the Basin Plain, the base camp of the Garlic Tribe, there was still quite a bit of land that hadn’t been exploited and utilised, and there wasn’t a space problem for a short time.
The forest stretched all the way to the north and was blocked by the river to the east. To the west are mountains, and to the south is a desert.
Although the world map continued to expand as the pixel villain continued to explore, there were no other clusters of people living around.
In order to develop quickly, trade and exchange with other tribes and even integration is the best way.
Currently, the only safe passage for the Garlic Tribe to connect with the outside world was the mountains, or to be precise, the Salt Pond Tribe behind the mountains. The imports and exports were all firmly held by the Salt Pond Tribe.
The other potential passage, was the oasis of the Bedu tribe to the south, and it would take time for Isabel to open up that side.
Unlike the Barbarian Tribe’s strong conquest approach, the Salt Pond Tribe’s civilisation strategy was flexible, currently trading actively with the Garlic Tribe, there was no conflict of interest between the two sides in a short period of time.
The situation is still quite smooth.
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After the Garlic Tribe invented their own text, several new resource fields were added to the game panel, and there was another notable change: pixel miniatures had learnt to think simply, and the question marks above their heads were no longer the privilege of Prophets and Shamans.
Lu Yao tapped on the question marks of different pixel miniatures to read their thoughts.
“When I got up today, I felt hungry, and after I ate enough, I wasn’t hungry anymore, but the next day I would be hungry again. Since one is always hungry, is there any point in eating at all?”
“The weeds in the wheat field grow faster than the wheat, and no matter how you pull them up, you can’t get them clean; if the wheat could be like the weeds, it would grow by itself, and you wouldn’t be able to eat it all, how wonderful it would be.”
“Meat is good, wheat is good, garlic is good, but they are best when eaten together. This secret is probably only known to me, hehehe.”
“The prophet is old, and so is the shaman, am I going to inherit the prophet or the shaman? What a headache.”
Among the many boxes of thoughts generated by the tribal villain, there was a farmer whose thoughts caught Lu Yao’s attention.
“This year, there are especially many weeds and bugs, and there’s a drought, so the wheat harvest will most likely not be very good. Everyone in the tribe is counting on wheat, so if we don’t get a good harvest this year, we’ll have to starve in the winter.”
This farmer was not the only one, there were several other farmers who showed the same concern.
They were professionals who tended to the farmland and were very keen on the environment and food.
Lu Yao opened the webpage and searched, and after filtering and verifying, he identified the next item to support the tribe remotely.
He walked to the kitchen and took a large potato and placed it on the mouse.
–Please would you like to bestow [Potato] to your followers?
[Yes].
As the potato entered the pixel world through the temple, exclamations popped up above the heads of the many villains in the tribe.
“The gods have sent down another gift!”
“Potato, potato!”
“Potatoes that grow when buried in the earth! Drought-resistant potatoes!”
“A potato that yields more than wheat!”
“A whole new grain!”
The farmers in the field, in particular, each had a smiling head.
“Great, the gods have really blessed us!”
“God Yao knew that this year’s harvest was bad, so he graced us with potatoes!”
“No one will go hungry this winter! No one will starve to death!”
“Praise God Yao!”
The farmers quickly planted the potatoes in the newly opened farmland and began a new round of sowing and caring for the food.
As the pixelated villains went about their business, the dry season gradually passed, the earth regained some vitality, and a few rains fell from the sky.
Autumn didn’t last long, though, before snow fell from the sky and winter came back.
As the farmers had expected, the wheat harvest in the fields was poor this year. In the list of the item of grain, wheat fell from the 80% share in the past to 40%, potatoes took up 30%, and 20% was meat, and the grain reserve as a whole lit up with a yellow light.
It’s a good thing the potatoes were replenished in time, otherwise the food gap would have been huge this winter, and would have even resulted in a depopulation.
This is one of the advantages that come with the progress of civilisation.
People would think, worry and observe, and there would be more communication and experimentation.
As the god behind the scenes, Lu Yao was also able to see all the subtle changes in the pixel world from the pixel villain’s doubts, so he could make targeted adjustments and responses.
During this not-so-long winter, two things happened to the Garlic Tribe.
The first thing was that the Salt Pond Tribe came over and purchased a portion of grain at a high price.
According to the Salt Pond Tribe villain, due to the drought lasting too long, most of the other tribes that the Salt Pond Tribe had come into contact with this year had fallen into food shortages. The Garlic Tribe was already considered a more food-rich region.
The second event was the arrival of a group of immigrants totalling 22 people from the Salt Pond Tribe.
Among them were 2 carpenters, 2 medicine men, and 1 salt man.
For the first time ever, the Garlic Tribe had attracted a group of professionals.
They took the initiative to migrate over, partly because they had lived in the Salt Pond Tribe in the past and knew something about the Garlic Tribe and the Yao God beliefs, and partly because of the drought and food shortage that year.
There was no other place that had a better chance of having enough to eat than the Garlic Tribe, where the grain originated.
Carpenters, who had the skill and experience to cut down trees, had entered the forest in the winter and had already begun felling the wood, which was then processed into rough lumber. The Garlic Tribe’s first wooden house was built at the hands of two carpenters.
The appearance of the pharmacists, on the other hand, bridged the gap that only one of the shamans in the tribe had mastered the skill of healing. The two medicine men usually went into the forest to collect medicines and heal the sick, saving many lives.
The Saltman was a specialised salt maker. He had found some rock salt in the mountains to the west, and although the yield was not high, he had found another way for the Garlic Tribe to obtain salt.
Lu Yao poured a cup of iced cola and tore open a packet of cucumber flavoured chips.
Delicious.
Overlooking the busy labour of the tribe’s little people, Lu Yao felt as if he had become one with them, and his body had become more powerful.
Buddy doesn’t roll colours.
Dude just wants steady happiness.
