Yu Luo had already harbored murderous intent when he first learned about the situation in Zhangjia Village, but at that time there was only one believer, Zhang Yu, and the other party had not yet received the blessing of power.
Even though Yu Luo had already seen the scene there, she was powerless to do anything about it.
If those bandits came to the desolate mountains, she had a thousand ways to make them die without a burial place, but Zixian County was too far away, beyond her reach.
“Those people deserved to die. The villages near Zhangjia Village have also suffered, and I estimate that many people have died. What are your plans?”
The system asked calmly.
"What are your plans?" Yu Luo sneered.
"Since they dared to do such a thing, let the victims take their revenge."
"You want to summon a spirit?" The system was taken aback.
"What are you thinking? It's not like we're going to let those people's souls come back. I'm going to create a bounty list. The list must include the most heinous criminals, like those bandits who massacred villages. All information will need to be approved before it can be posted."
"Other believers can provide contribution points as support, and teams composed of believers with abilities can take down the people on the list, which can be considered as indirect revenge."
As for why she didn't send someone to deal with the bandits directly? Because more and more of these kinds of incidents would happen in the future; how could she possibly handle them all?
She is a deity, not a nanny; she has to protect everyone's safety.
She takes responsibility for her believers first, and only then does she deal with other matters.
Besides, we can't let those believers work for free, can we? Going out to do missions is dangerous, and those contribution points are like a reward.
Not only that, she can also post some tasks on it, so she doesn't have to use the megaphone to contact these believers every day.
Of course, everything needs to be carefully refined and systematized before it can function properly.
"This sounds like a mysterious assassin organization from a novel," the system muttered to itself.
The direction chosen by the host is different from what it expected, but it's quite interesting. I wonder what the barren mountain will eventually become.
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Linjia Village in the desolate mountains.
After the group had eaten and drunk their fill, they even lit a fire and sat there chatting and warming themselves by the fire.
At this moment, Zhang Yao had been replaced by Zhang Jing. She looked around Linjia Village and noticed that many women were weaving cloth.
The way these people weave cloth is quite primitive. Some are similar to the looms used in the Han Dynasty, with two horizontal bars and a "waistband" on their legs. When weaving, one end of the warp yarn is tied to a wooden post, and the other end is tied to the waist.
This weaving method is very physically demanding, but the women in front of me don't seem to feel tired at all. The villagers of Linjia Village are all very strong. Could it be because of this barren mountain, or the Mountain Goddess?
Zhang Jing seemed to be deep in thought. She noticed a kiln near Linjia Village and was about to go over to take a look when she was stopped.
"Yaoyao, could you use your earthen wall-building skills to build us an earthen house first?" A villager from Zhangjia Village came over and asked.
Everyone else also looked expectant.
“I can build houses, but my mud walls won’t last long, and you need to pay me. I won’t work for free.”
Zhang Jing glanced at them and made her point very clearly.
A group of people hesitated, but they all understood that it wasn't that they didn't want to give money.
Those bandits massacred the village for their wealth; many people's belongings had already been robbed by them, and the villagers had little left to give.
Zhang Jing sighed inwardly, having also thought of this point. However, her family only had an elderly grandmother. If they didn't accept money, what would they eat in the future?
While the group was feeling melancholy, a figure walked over from the direction of Linjia Village.
"Hello, I come from Linjia Village. My great-grandmother is Granny Gongsun," Lin Mo introduced herself simply.
"The Mountain Goddess sent me here to temporarily manage your village. I will explain to you the current rules established for this barren mountain, as well as the things you need to do next."
A group of newly arrived believers immediately shut their mouths and listened attentively.
"Then let's discuss the payment for building the earthen house. All transactions in our barren mountains use contribution points."
"As long as you participate in the construction of your home in the barren mountains and do anything meaningful, you can earn contribution points."
"Contribution points can be used for trading, or to exchange for cultivated land, cotton clothing, and new types of grain bestowed by the Mountain Goddess..."
Lin Mo handed over a form.
This is a table that Lin Mo created based on the Master's suggestion, listing many contribution points.
The villagers of Zhangjia Village and other newly arrived believers curiously gathered around, but most of the villagers were illiterate and could only scratch their heads, looking for someone else.
"Don't rush, I'll continue to explain the rules of the barren mountain, listen first."
Lin Mo spoke calmly and deliberately, going over all the precautions.
"What? We have to study and take exams next?"
Those who gained the ability jumped up immediately. They were all women who did housework at home and rough farmers. How could they possibly learn?
"What's wrong? Is there a problem?" Lin Mo looked over indifferently.
"No, no, no!" The group shook their heads repeatedly; how could they dare!
Moreover, failing the exam would result in the cancellation of the ability, so many people are extremely anxious and wish they could go and study immediately.
"That's good. Anyone who wants to participate in the various contribution point projects tomorrow can register now."
The villagers from the nearby Linjia Village brought over a small table, and Lin Mo sat down on it and began to take notes one by one.
Contribution points are like gold and silver on barren mountains. The villagers could see that clearly, so they naturally wouldn't let it go, and they all rushed forward.
Only Zhang Jing, standing at the back of the crowd, looked at these people thoughtfully.
Are there other time travelers in this desolate mountain? This whole thing sounds so familiar.
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