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Chapter 96 The Unsolved Mystery of the Gods

The Yantu clan leader didn't know that as soon as he walked into the bank, Lu Qiqi received the news immediately.

He also specifically asked the people at the bank to entertain him well.

Gui was also nearby at this time, and he didn’t understand Lu Qiqi’s behavior: “Lord, why do we treat the Yantu tribe so well?
  Do you want to seek peace with them? "

"of course not."

Lu Qiqi shook his head, then looked at the boy next to him, "Gui, all the contradictions in this world can be summed up into two types.

One is frictional contradiction. Conflicts that arise in daily life due to differences in behavior. It was as if Fei accidentally stepped on Nuan, and Nuan let go and gave Fei a good beating. In fact, this contradiction can be completely reconciled and avoided.

One is structural contradiction. It refers to conflicts arising from systems or interests. Just like our tribe and the salt-earth tribe, everyone regards salt as an important trading commodity. There are only so many people buying, either from them or from us. Therefore, competition is inevitable and contradictions cannot be reconciled.

In the former, you can take a step back while ensuring your best interests;
  As for the latter, every cent must be fought for. "

Kei still didn't understand when he heard this, "Then why should we be so nice to the Salt Earth Tribe?"

Too good to be true.

There is a feeling of holding them high.

“There is a saying that the more you get, the more you give.

Giving the Yantu tribe the largest shop was not for the 50 slaves, but for the reputation of Xiaji. Let people from other tribes know that even the Yantu tribe comes to participate in the summer fair, and they will be more willing to continue to participate in the future.

The VIP status of the Bank was given to the leader of the Yantu Tribe in order to make him a living brand. The moment he stepped into the bank, he was advertising our bank. Think about it, even a big shot like the leader of the Yantu Tribe comes to the bank, what reason do other people have to distrust him? "

The bank is bound to Yanba.

If you peel off the silk and pull out the cocoon, it is the Yantu tribe’s chief who is advertising the salt of the Nuwa tribe.

After listening to Lu Qiqi's analysis, Gui suddenly realized.

His eyes were filled with admiration, the lord was the smartest man in the world!

Lu Qiqi smiled at his look. She reached out and patted Gui on the shoulder, reminding him seriously: "No good thing will happen to you for nothing. You will also encounter similar situations in the future. We must learn to see the essence through the phenomenon, and don’t allow others to sell us money while helping others.”

After hearing this, Kei said excitedly: "If the person who sells me is the lord, I will be willing to count the money for you."

It's over, he's hopeless.

Xiong Batian sighed after listening to the young man's mindless speech.

Lu Qiqi smiled slightly, and then changed the topic, "There are already enough shops selling things on the commercial street, but there is a lack of entertainment. I am going to open a free storyteller place. You can find some places where it is best to learn about Nuwa's creation. The tribesmen, when there are the most people on the street after get off work every day, let them take turns telling the story of Nuwa’s creation.”

Now that the commercial street has been established, crystal coins must be circulated, and the culture must naturally be spread.

This is what the Yantu clan leader reminded her today.

The story of the God of Creation must be spread well, otherwise what will happen if others misunderstand it as an irregular tribe that believes in an evil god?

Since everyone is here, let everyone receive some good education.

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  On the street, an unoccupied shop was rearranged.

There were many small benches at the door, and the sharp sound of iron blocks attracting nearby pedestrians.

The natives who had been working for a day gathered curiously and looked inside strangely. At this time, two young men with green faces stood up. They are the two people who have learned the best in the tribe, especially the story of Nuwa's creation. But suddenly speaking to so many people, the two of them were still a little nervous.

The girl next to her was more courageous. She took a deep breath, then closed her eyes and spoke the lines she had practiced many times: "Hello everyone, we are the storytellers of the Nuwa tribe. We mainly tell you stories about the gods in ancient times. .

Please listen to Chapter [-]: When the heaven and earth first opened, Nuwa created humans.

Legend has it that a long time ago..."

The girl was very nervous when telling the story, and her voice even broke in the first two sentences. But this does not affect it. After all, in this primitive tribe where the only entertainment activity is sleeping and making babies, telling stories is such a novel thing.

Especially this kind of story, if you put it in other tribes, you can only hear it by offering sacrifices.

And the little fragments they hear will only be passed on to the next priest before they die.

so what is it?
  This is a cultural dimensionality reduction blow.

Even though the girl's story was stumbling and stammering, more and more listeners gathered at the door. Until she said: "Nuwa found that this was too slow, so she transformed into a magic whip. The magic whip was covered with mud, and the mud dots she threw turned into the original human beings!
  Thank you all for listening. That’s it for today’s story about the gods. Tomorrow is also the same time. See you again! "

One section of the story is finished.

People were so mesmerized by what they heard that they even couldn't bear to leave.

On the second day, people arrived on time, and there were many more people than on the first day.

On the third day, people began to come early to reserve seats.

On the Nth day, there were not enough seats prepared. People who came late stood on the outside and surrounded the story-telling shop.

Within the tribe, stories spread more and more widely through word of mouth.

Nuwa created humans,

Nuwa mended the sky,

Kua Fu chases the sun,

Descendants shoot the sun...

People suddenly enriched their spiritual world, and they did not expect that the lives of gods were so colorful. Some people even looked at the statues of the gods in the Nuwa tribe after listening to these stories, their eyes full of respect!
  Some tribal priests were shocked by this, and came to Lu Qiqi with the fragments they knew about.

Among them, the earliest one is the sacrifice of Qiniao tribe.

"Lord, our tribe actually worships a god. I heard from the previous priest that our god has wings on his back. Once upon a time, everyone in the tribe was about to die because of a strange disease. But Chang Winged gods descended from the sky and brought us medicine.

That’s why we got the name of the tribe, the Autumn Bird Tribe. "

The old priest, with a thirst for knowledge in his eyes, said, "So, great lord, do you know who the gods our Autumn Bird Tribe serves?"

"of course."

Lu Qiqi had already thought of the story when he heard the legend of the winged birdman, "If I guess correctly, the gods worshiped by your tribe are the Jingwei of the ancient witch tribe!"

The priest's eyes lit up when he heard the answer——

Will the unsolved mysteries of the Autumn Bird Tribe that have been passed down for so many years be solved in his generation, today? (End of chapter)

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