Chapter 474 May the Fire God bless you
. Lai Lai Tou was not the only one who learned from him. His wife, Bai Li, was also pulled over by his wife to learn together.
Lai Lai Tou felt that teaching at home was not effective, as it would hinder him from spreading blessings. But he couldn't not teach, because his wife couldn't speak, and he couldn't get the millet.
So Lai Lai Tou simply brought his wife and children to the door and spoke on the street.
When Lai Lai Tou was speaking on the street, there were inevitably some old people and children who came to listen, which made him even more excited.
He was a person who liked to brag. The more people there were, the more excited he was. He spoke from day to night, his throat was smoking, and when everyone left, he took his wife and children home.
In the evening, he had to fight a few battles as a reward for praising the God of Fire today.
The God of Fire said that hard work will be rewarded, and praising the God of Fire will bring blessings. Huang Su has not received it yet, so he should enjoy this blessing first.
When he was too tired to fall asleep, he was woken up by his wife, who insisted that he listen to her and see if he was right.
After listening for a while and correcting a few mistakes, Lai Laitou was too sleepy to sleep, and his wife was so angry that she hit him on the back several times.
The next day, when he was eating Huang Su with his wife and children, he heard a lot of noise outside the door. He went out and saw that it was the children who didn't listen to the story enough yesterday who were making noise outside.
The door was open, and the smell of Huang Su porridge wafted out. The children couldn't help but sniff the smell of Huang Su floating in the air.
"As long as you learn to tell the stories I tell, each of you will have one bowl, no, three bowls of thick millet porridge."
Lai Laitou immediately promised. After all, he could exchange for a pot by himself, so three bowls was not too much.
The children cried excitedly and urged Lai Laitou to tell stories.
It was another day of storytelling. It was dark for a long time. Lai Laitou's throat was a little bit exhausted, but these people didn't leave.
"Tell more, tell more, I, an old man, haven't heard enough."
The old man was usually taciturn because his teeth had almost fallen out. But today he tried to keep Lai Laitou for the fourth time.
Lai Laitou knew that the old man didn't hear enough, but he didn't learn.
Although he was old, he also wanted to drink the three bowls of thick millet porridge.
Lai Laitou also wanted to continue teaching, but his voice was really not good. He persuaded the old people and children to leave. Lai Laitou felt that he needed to quickly train someone to replace him.
And there was a candidate for this person, his blessed daughter-in-law.
With this idea, Lai Laitou deliberately stayed up for a while that night to let his wife tell him the story of the God of Fire.
His wife thought of the same thing as him, so she told him everything she remembered.
To Lai Laitou, the story was irrelevant.
But according to the middle-aged man, the requirements for these people were not as high as those for himself and others. If they were taught more, they would probably be able to exchange for a jar of millet.
Lai Lai Tou told the stories outside during the day and listened to his wife at home at night. After six or seven days, his wife could tell the stories in detail.
On the morning of the second day when his wife could tell the stories, he took his blessed wife and headed for the orphanage in Huodu.
When they arrived at the orphanage, Lai Lai Tou hesitated.
He felt that this was not very reliable. He thought that the man who could tell stories would be given a bowl of yellow millet. He thought that he was a liar and didn't want to involve his blessed wife.
In addition to this, he was afraid of seeing the middle-aged man with a clear voice. Every time he saw him, Lai Lai Tou would think of the scene where he smiled and chopped off people's heads.
He had been in Nancheng for so many years and had seen more than one or two people being beaten to death, but he had never seen someone killing people with a smile.
The more he thought about it, the more unreliable it seemed. He turned around and prepared to take his wife home, but he didn't expect that a few familiar warriors would appear beside him. Seeing these people, he knew he couldn't leave.
He took his wife into the orphanage with trepidation, and saw the middle-aged man teaching the children with a smile, telling the same story he had learned.
The middle-aged man waved his hands at him, which frightened him. He was stunned at the time, and his neck felt cold until he heard a sentence from the back, "Wait inside," and he came to his senses.
After waiting in the house for a while, the middle-aged man came in. Lai Laitou immediately went to meet him and said, "Yes, yes, my blessed daughter-in-law can tell you."
The middle-aged man was stunned and asked what blessed daughter-in-law he was talking about. Lai Laitou then told him about his encounter with his own daughter-in-law when he returned home.
The middle-aged man laughed for a while, said it was indeed a blessed daughter-in-law, and began to let his blessed daughter-in-law tell the story.
Lai Laitou's blessed daughter-in-law was also nervous and told the story in a mess, but she still remembered the general order.
First, it was the creation of the world, then the covenant with many totems, and the designation of the Fire Tribe as the first group of believers, etc.
The middle-aged man listened carefully, nodded from time to time, and took the time to tease Lai Lai Tou's cheap daughter. He waited until Lai Lai Tou's wife finished the last part before he spoke.
"You are the first one to come. You have done a good job. The millet is ready. I won't keep you any longer."
The middle-aged man said, and took out a cloth bag from his arms and handed it to Lai Lai Tou's cheap daughter.
"This is honey. It tastes good when soaked in water. My daughter also likes it. I give it to you."
Lai Lai Tou was a little at a loss, but her cheap daughter didn't have so many ideas. She took the cloth bag in her hand.
"Let's go. I won't see you off."
The middle-aged man smiled and touched Lai Lai Tou's cheap daughter's head, letting them leave with the millet.
Only after leaving the orphanage did Lai Lai Tou regain some of his normality. He heaved a sigh of relief and looked at the jar of millet in his arms to make sure that he was not dreaming.
"Go home,"
Lai Lai Tou said with great enthusiasm.
On the way home with the millet in his arms, someone inevitably asked him what he was doing. He showed the millet in the jar and said, "Praise the God of Fire and receive blessings."
He returned home showing off all the way. From a distance, he saw a group of old people and children gathered at his door waiting for him.
"Lazy, what have you been doing?"
the old man with a leaky mouth asked.
"I prayed to the God of Fire and got a blessing. I got a pot of yellow millet."
He showed the yellow millet in his arms to let people see it, then opened the door and returned home. He put the yellow millet jar away and went out to continue telling stories.
After this experience, his desire to tell stories became stronger. He talked non-stop all day, and he didn't stop even when his voice was hoarse.
While he was telling stories here, his blessed wife was also not idle. She went to visit the neighbors and told stories to the aunts and sisters. Her enthusiasm was no less than that of the lazy.
The couple has already regarded this as a career, and began to spread the faith of the God of Fire with all their might.
They have achieved results here, and the others are not idle either. More than 200 people began to bring many people who can tell stories to the orphanage one after another.
For each person's first person, as long as the person sounds okay, Shao will reward him with a pot of yellow millet.
With this practical pot of yellow millet as an encouragement, everyone is more motivated.
They began to be dissatisfied with speaking alone, and began to form gangs and factions, starting with their relatives and acquaintances around them, and then radiating from this.
The first person to achieve results was not any of the more than 200 people, but Lai Laitou's Fubao daughter-in-law.
She visited neighbors and friends, and got a lot of women to listen to her stories.
She felt that she was not a good storyteller, so she dragged these people to the head of the lairs, and asked the head of the lairs to help her tell the stories, while she would occasionally supplement them.
After more than ten days, these women actually reached her level, and some of them told stories better than her, so she asked the head of the lairs to take her to see Shao.
"What do you mean, I give them half of the altar each, and the remaining half is for you?"
Shao looked at the shy and blessed daughter-in-law in front of him and asked with certainty.
Lai Laitou's wife looked at Lai Laitou, then nodded vigorously: "They sing praises to the God of Fire, so they should be blessed."
Shao looked at Lai Laitou's blessed wife with a scrutinizing gaze. He was sure that this woman really believed it.
No matter how absurd this story seemed to him, and no matter that anyone with a little knowledge could see through the false structure in it.
At least this illiterate woman who didn't know that the God of Fire was the totem of the Fire Tribe really believed it.
"What do you think?"
Shao asked Lai Laitou again.
"Praise the God of Fire and you will be blessed."
Lai Laitou's piety was no less than that of his blessed wife, which made Shao show a satisfied smile on his face.
From disbelief to belief, Lai Laitou did it, and he guided Lai Laitou to do it.
He had read a sentence in a book left by the God of Fire in the temple:
A lie repeated a thousand times is no longer a lie, and the liar will think it is true.
"Okay, praise the God of Fire, and I will grant your request."
Shao agreed, and Lai Laitou showed a relieved look on his face, but his blessed wife was calmer than him.
"May the God of Fire bless you."
Shao was really stunned by the words of the blessed wife in front of him, but he reacted quickly and replied, "May the God of Fire bless you as well."
After the conversation like a secret code, the blessed wife asked a group of women outside to come in and tell Shao stories one by one.
They also told stories in a mess, but it was not difficult to see from their eyes that they believed everything.
Shao fulfilled his promise and gave each person half a plate of yellow millet, and promised them on the spot:
If you can also bring someone who can tell this story, you and the people you bring will each have half a plate of yellow millet as a blessing.
These people left with many thanks, and Shao looked at Lai Lai Tou and his blessed wife.
"In return, for every two people they bring, you will have half a plate of yellow millet, and I will remember it for you."
The two left with their own yellow millet with many thanks. Since there was a lot of yellow millet this time, they needed to go a few more times.
But Shao did not bother them, but sent someone to send them back.
From then on, Shao changed his strategy and began to distribute yellow millet in stages as a blessing.
The more than 200 people trained by themselves serve as seeds, the talents they discover serve as second-class seeds, the second-class seeds then discover third-class seeds, and so on. The promotion model is officially established.