Lu Yao took out a bunch of Giant Peak grapes from his belt.
This was something he bought at the fruit stall on his way home. When the stall closed at night, the owner sold them cheaply and gave him 6 yuan a catty and an extra bunch of small ones.
Lu Yao tore open the skin of the grapes and tasted one.
The grapes’ characteristic fruity acidity had an aroma and sweetness to it, and the taste was full.
Lu Yao sent one bunch of grapes into the temple and let Little Fire take the other bunch to wash it and eat it himself.
He crossed his legs and spat out the grape skins while watching the reactions in the simulator.
The little people were very excited when they got the grapes.
“It’s grapes! The gods have graced us with food again!”
“Magical grapes, grapes from the land of the gods!”
Unlike Lu Yao, the little people of the Garlic Tribe took great care of each grape. They planted a single grape in the most fertile black farmland and waited for the round fruit to grow.
Gradually, green shoots grow in the soil and a grapevine begins to take shape. Since time in the pixel world is much faster than in the real world, the vines in the field were soon full of grapes.
The little people of the Garlic Tribe picked the grapes and ate them one by one. They climbed over each other, enjoying the holiday given by the gods.
“Delicious grapes, never before sweet and sour.”
“Why are grapes so delicious? Is it because the gods added divine power to them?”
“That’s because the grapes have the mercy of the gods flowing through them.”
“Do the gods also eat grapes?”
Lu Yao lifted the grapes in his hand, “Eat them too, they are delicious.”
He certainly had a reason for choosing grapes as a boon.
In this broken world, the types of fruits were extremely h*mogenous. The edible fruits of the Garlic Tribe were the common red berries, and the little people had yet to develop any other fruits.
Cultivating fruits from scratch would take a long time.
The various fruits commonly found in shops today also had a sour taste and tiny heads in the early days, and it was only after humans continued to improve them that they became popular and delicious fruits.
Lu Yao said in his heart that he also counted himself as improving the recipes for the little people.
Of course, the most important thing is the derivative of grapes, wine.
The Garlic Tribe also had a few heroic talents nowadays.
The sorcerer Moromi, the boat builder Fishing Lian, the theological seer Hemila, the merchant Shang Li, and the game boy Mu Ke ……
Lu Yao reckoned that this group of people could pound wine out of grapes anyhow, right?
The little people loved grapes, and they planted plenty of vines, but they just never thought of mashing this fruit to make wine from grapes.
They always washed the grapes clean and cherished each and every one of them, and prayed before eating them.
Lu Yao’s head hurt from watching.
Intelligence was up, and this sense of ritual was getting stronger and stronger.
The primitive villain of the past, where food was food, was gone.
After experiencing fervent worship, the tribal little people held Lu Yao in even greater esteem, not even daring to show any disrespect to the food that the gods had graced them with, which instead bound many people’s minds.
Just as Lu Yao was preparing to cheat a little and have Isabelle take a message, things took an unexpected turn.
[Nong’ang invented ale.]
[Nong’ang invented the small-mouthed, pointed-bottomed wine-making pottery bottle.]
[The Garlic Tribe learnt to make ale.]
–Great God, there is a believer who has performed a feat far beyond his peers, may I ask if he needs to be transformed into a hero?
Lu Yao looked on with tears and laughter.
This time, he really had the intention to plant a flower, but didn’t want to plant a willow.
It was also considered a curve to complete the goal.
He clicked on the God’s Temple and turned Nong Aung, the man who invented ale, into a hero.
Nong Aung’s drawing was very simple, a middle-aged man who was cutting wheat with a scythe. With his dark skin and straw hat, he looked very ordinary.
Under his characterisation there is a quote.
–The wheat field is beautiful.
……
[Hero Lv1] Nong Aung
Attack 0 Defence 0 Knowledge 2 Mana 0 Luck 0 Morale 0
[Ability].
Farming Lv1: Good at growing food, with a certain probability of improving new food.
……
Regardless of image, personal remarks or skills, they are all simple and pristine.
Nong Ang represented the many silent farmers.
Lu Yao suddenly realised that he had gone into a thinking misunderstanding.
It wasn’t the heroes who were inventing and creating, but because these people made inventions and creations, they could be called heroes.
He had subconsciously mistaken the cause and effect relationship.
He always thought that by relying on those villains transformed into heroes, he could keep pushing the tribe to accelerate forward.
Wrong, all wrong!
Lu Yao was enlightened all of a sudden.
Hope should be placed on all people.
To further increase the population and give the little people a relatively good and positive environment to live in. A portion of the tribal population would naturally stand out and utilise their talents.
[Population is the shell.
If you want to get faster and stronger, you can’t just jerk squats, you have to work on your whole body.
……
The advent of ale had a series of profound effects on the Garlic tribe.
The first place the wine entered was the Colosseum.
Here the little people, one by one, with pottery mugs in their hands, watched the beasts fighting in the grounds while indulging in binge drinking and far more excitement than ever before.
Because of the large amount of alcohol abuse, the little people in the colosseum also often had friction, which then escalated into a brawl.
So there was a strange scene: the beasts in the centre of the colosseum were fighting, and the spectators in the ring around the colosseum were also fighting each other, often synchronised inside and outside the arena.
Soon enough, game boy Mukhor and merchant Merchant Li opened up a new way to play.
The Colosseum was split down the middle, with a beast arena on one side and a human arena on the other.
Human fighters, like the beasts, could not carry weapons and could only fight with bare arms. The fighters in the arena relied on flesh and blood to fight each other until one of them fell or admitted defeat.
It didn’t take long for the Colosseum to be completely transformed into a human fighting arena.
Similar types beating each other made the spectators even more excited and happy to watch, and they even spontaneously started placing bets with sea shells to buy the winners and losers of the gladiators, enjoying the double pleasure of violence and gambling.
The simulator kept popping up with prompts.
[Grapes are integrated into the world.]
[The Garlic Tribe invents a new profession: Gladiator.]
[Gladiators have become popular, some people’s morale has slightly increased and their intelligence has slightly decreased.]
This second prompt made Lu Yao a little hard to strain.
How did intelligence drop?
[Ale became popular, everyone’s intelligence had a slight boost, and a new cultural trend began to brew.]
Luckily, there was a hedge of alcohol.
Lu Yao was relieved.
[The Garlic Tribe developed a fervent cult of the Colosseum.]
He held his breath for a moment.
Faith was about to have another explosion!
Lu Yao was filled with anticipation, his eyes dead set on the upper right corner.
However, the Faith at a Glance figure was unchanged.
Lu Yao calmed down a little.
This time, the fervent worship was not generated towards himself as a god, but was caused by the Colosseum.
It seemed to be generating other effects.
Lu Yao looked down at the many villains of the Garlic Tribe, and the pixel villains didn’t have any buff symbols or anything like that above their heads.
The only change was that there was a permanent crowd around the Colosseum. This place turned into a new landmark for the entire tribe, completely replacing the old monument.
Soon, a new profession [Gladiator] appeared in the tribe. These muscular warriors trained in physical combat every day in order to be ready to compete in the Colosseum.
Many pixelated villains gathered around in order to watch the gladiators wrestle and wrestle with each other.
Lu Yao also watched the muscle men wrestling with great interest. But soon, he was subdued by a line on the screen.
[The Colosseum has advanced to a spectacle.]
[The Garlic Tribe has built the first spectacle.]
–You have named it ______ Colosseum.
Lu Yao’s brain was first blinded for a moment.
Then he slammed his fist on the computer desk that he had only just repaired, almost hammering the desk apart.
Forced delivery to break the door, right?
Don’t even want your face anymore!
