Chapter 18 God Doesn’t Play Dice
The word “sacrifice” instantly perked up Lu Yao.
He clicked on the temple, and sure enough, there was a golden item in the [Sacrificial Offering] slot.
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[Golden Dice]: Each roll consumes 2 points of Faith. If you roll 6, you will receive a sacrifice.
Source unknown.
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After seeing this description, Lu Yao's excitement disappeared.
The Yanchi tribe offered a gambling tool as a sacrifice.
Now Lu Yao has become very sensitive to faith value. As soon as he saw the description of the golden dice, a word popped into his mind.
He comes with ill intentions.
At its core, gambling is fraud.
Each roll consumes 2 points of faith. Where did all this faith go?
Considering the business style of the Salt Pond Tribe and their style of claiming to worship three gods, Lu Yao suspected that there was a god behind the golden dice, using the Salt Pond Tribe to commit fraud everywhere.
From another perspective, using golden dice to defraud other gods of their faith deposits is much more clever than Lisa's laborious robbery.
For a 6, you get a sacrifice.
The probability of this thing is completely out of control. If it hits, it hits. If it doesn't hit, it doesn't hit. This highlights a blatant behind-the-scenes operation.
Einstein said it well: God does not play dice.
However, since the Yanchi tribe has sent gifts, there is no reason not to accept them.
Isabel once said that if there are unnecessary sacrifices, they can be thrown directly into the fire of faith, turning them into firewood and gaining some faith.
Lu Yao threw the [Golden Dice] directly into the bonfire in the temple, and it disappeared in an instant.
Faith +10.
It’s really not worth the money.
Lu Yao observed the current geographical environment of the Garlic Tribe.
The basin plain is the base camp of the garlic tribe. There is still a lot of land that has not been developed and utilized, so there will be no space problem in the short term.
The forest stretches all the way to the north, interrupted by a river to the east, mountains to the west, and desert to the south.
Although the world map continues to expand with the pixel man's constant exploration, there are no other people living around.
If you want to develop quickly, the best way is to trade, communicate and even integrate with other tribes.
At present, the only safe passage connecting the Garlic Tribe to the outside world is the mountains, or more precisely, the Salt Pond Tribe behind the mountains. The import and export are firmly controlled by the Salt Pond Tribe.
Another potential passage is the oasis of the Bedou tribe in the south, but it will take time for Isabel to open up that place.
Unlike the Barbarian Tribe's aggressive conquest policy, the Salt Pond Tribe's civilization strategy is very flexible. It is currently actively trading with the Garlic Tribe, and there is no conflict of interest between the two sides in the short term.
The situation is relatively stable.
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After the Garlic Tribe invented its own writing, several new resource columns were added to the game panel, and there was one significant change: the pixel people all learned to think simply, and the question mark above their heads was no longer the privilege of prophets and shamans.
Lu Yao clicked on the question marks of different pixelated people and read their thoughts.
"When I woke up today, I felt very hungry. After I ate, I was no longer hungry, but I was very hungry again the next day. Since I will always be hungry, is there any point in eating?"
"The weeds in the wheat field grow faster than the wheat, and no matter how hard you try, you can never completely pull them out. It would be great if the wheat could be like the weeds, growing on its own so that you can never eat all of it."
"Meat is delicious, wheat is delicious, garlic is delicious, but they taste best when eaten together. I think only I know this secret, hehe."
"The prophet is old, and the shaman is old too. Should I inherit the position of prophet or shaman? It's such a headache."
Among the many thinking blocks generated by the tribal people, a farmer's idea caught Lu Yao's attention.
"This year there are too many weeds and insects, and there is also drought, so the wheat harvest is likely to be poor. Everyone in the tribe depends on wheat. If there is no harvest this year, we will starve in the winter."
Not only this farmer, but several other farmers have expressed the same concerns.
They are professionals who take care of farmland and are very sensitive to the environment and food.
Lu Yao opened the web page and searched for it. After screening and verification, he determined the next item for remote support to the tribe.
He went to the kitchen, took a large potato and placed it on the mouse.
——Will you give [potatoes] to your believers?
【yes】
As Potato passed through the temple and entered the pixel world, exclamations popped up above the heads of many little people in the tribe.
"The gods have bestowed another blessing!"
"Potatoes, potatoes!"
"Potatoes that can grow just by burying them in the soil! Drought-resistant potatoes!"
“Potatoes are more productive than wheat!”
“A whole new kind of food!”
There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!
Especially the farmers in the fields, each of them had a smiling face.
"Great! The gods are blessing us!"
"God Yao knew that the harvest would be bad this year, so he blessed us with potatoes!"
"No one will go hungry this winter! No one will starve to death!"
"Praise God Yao!"
Farmers quickly planted potatoes in the newly opened fields and began a new round of grain sowing and care.
As the pixel man was busy, the dry season gradually passed, the earth regained some vitality, and it rained a few times.
But autumn didn't last long, snow started falling from the sky and winter came again.
As expected by farmers, the wheat harvest in the fields this year was very poor. In the list of food, wheat fell from 80% in the past to 40%, potatoes accounted for 30%, and meat accounted for 20%. The overall food reserves were in a yellow light.
Fortunately, potatoes were replenished in time, otherwise there would be a huge food gap this winter, and even population decline would occur.
This is also an advantage brought by the progress of civilization.
People will think, worry and observe, which leads to more communication and attempts.
As the god behind the scenes, Lu Yao can also see the subtle changes in the pixel world from the pixel man's doubts, and make targeted adjustments and responses.
During this not-so-long winter, two things happened in the Garlic Tribe.
The first thing was that the Yanchi tribe came and bought some food at a high price.
According to the people of the Salt Pond Tribe, because the drought lasted too long, most of the other tribes that the Salt Pond Tribe came into contact with fell into food shortages that year. The Garlic Tribe was already considered a relatively food-rich area.
The second thing was that a group of 22 immigrants came to the Yanchi tribe.
Among them were 2 carpenters, 2 pharmacists and 1 salt trader.
For the first time in history, the Garlic Tribe attracted a group of professionals.
They migrated here on their own initiative, on the one hand because they used to live in the Yanchi tribe and had some knowledge of the Garlic tribe and the belief in God Yao, and on the other hand because of the drought and famine that year.
Nowhere else do people have a better chance of having enough to eat than in the garlic tribe, a grain-producing area.
The carpenters had the skills and experience to cut down trees. They went into the forest in winter and began to cut down trees and then processed them into rough wood. The first wooden house of the Garlic Tribe was built by two carpenters.
The emergence of the pharmacist filled the gap in the tribe where only the shaman had the medical skills. The two pharmacists usually went into the forest to collect herbs, treat patients, and saved many lives.
The salt people are specialized in making salt. He found some rock salt in the mountains to the west. Although the yield was not high, it also found another way for the garlic tribe to obtain salt.
Lu Yao poured a glass of iced cola and tore open a bag of cucumber-flavored potato chips.
tasty.
Looking down at the tribesmen busy working, Lu Yao felt as if he had become one with them, and his body became stronger.
I don't play dice.
Brother, I just want stable happiness.
(End of this chapter)