Chapter 410: People don't urge

The Young People's Association for Social Progress, or 'YMCA' for short, is a new political force with young people as the main body that has sprung up rapidly in Yiyuan in the past two to three decades.

In Zhang Jiao's view, the structure of this organization is completely different from that of ordinary political parties, more similar to rat clubs or pyramid schemes.

It's just that it is used to deceive people, and the means of attracting members is not bonuses, but political status.

"As long as you pay 1 yuan a month, you can join, and 3 yuan is a star member... 100 yuan is a 10-star member, and he is qualified to become a director of the branch," he said, "Of course, if you simply rely on paying money, it is impossible for a person like us to rise to 10 stars."

Therefore, another upgrade method was arranged in the meeting, that is, to introduce new people to join the club.

As long as ordinary members can introduce 3 new people to join the club, they can be promoted to star members, and if they can introduce 8 new members, they will be two-star members... 1000 is a 10-star member.

And there are two forms of direct introduction and indirect introduction, which is very reasonable...

Then there's the bet, if you think one of the candidates in the association is very capable, you can donate money at the time of his election, and if you succeed, you can also increase your membership level..."

For a lurker like Zhang Jiao, entering an unfamiliar environment, if you can spend a little cash to join a political force, it is actually a very cost-effective thing.

So he thought about it, and didn't listen carefully to the rules that Cha Lang said, so he took out 1 big yuan from his arms and said happily: "Don't talk about Cha Langzi, how can I not participate in such a good thing."

The Young People's Association for Social Progress, I joined. ”

"Okay, I see that you are a person with ideals and ambitions, let's work together in the past!" Cha Lang didn't expect it to be so simple to persuade Zhang Jiao, fluted for a moment, and then hugged him excitedly and said loudly.

Then he impatiently dragged Zhang Jiao out of the tea house, went straight to the headquarters of the Youth Association in Kashgar City, paid the money and registered.

The two became friends, and Chalang became more cordial to Zhang Jiao, and led him back to his home when he left the gate of the association, a dilapidated courtyard on the auxiliary road of a civilian neighborhood called Tangcha Road.

Yiyuan is a vast and sparsely populated area, so in contrast to Nanyang, the wealthy live in apartment buildings with security, cleaning, and elevators, while the urban poor almost all live in old houses with detached families.

This is the case with the Chalang family, which, according to him, is the only relic left by the beggar grandfather who adopted him, so it is even more depressed.

The yard is pitifully small, there is not even a running water pipe, except for the well for taking water, and the remaining space is only planted with a date palm tree, which seems to be full.

There are only 3 houses in the house, one of which is still half-collapsed, and I don't know who dug a big hole in the place where it has not collapsed, which is the toilet.

The other two rooms used to be Chalang's bedroom, and the other was a kitchen for cooking, but now half of it has been set aside to build a bed for Zhang Jiao, even if it is settled.

This kind of environment is even worse than living in Nanyang, but a penny is difficult for a hero, and Zhang Jiao, who only has 3 yuan left in his pocket, can only endure it temporarily.

At dawn the next day, he quietly slipped out of the door without waiting for Chalang to get up, wandering around the street and spending 30 yuan to eat a full meal of mutton soup.

Riding the morning sun, I walked into a shop on the side of the road with a crescent moon flag erected in front of the door, and the sign on the door beam read, "Specializing in Ostuqi specialties".

Mohd, the god of the crescent moon, is the only belief in Ostuqi and the only one in the Middle Continent that can compete with the god of fire, Niqiu, and is said to hold the power of the moon phase and the beasts.

The short and chubby boss of Ostuqi, who wore an octagonal hat and a big beard on his chin, saw that there were guests coming early in the morning, and greeted him warmly: "Dabalang, do you need the best Oss silk to make clothes for your beloved girl, or do you want to buy some authentic Tuqi spices?"

Daddy Reheman has them all here, and it's good and cheap. ”

"Dear Imam, I want a beast soul egg in the shape of an ocean snake. Zhang Jiao replied with a bow.

Imam, the name given to the Crescent scholars, is traditionally divided into two schools: the academy and the secular.

The academic imam is the equivalent of a seminary teacher, who lives on the support of believers and tirelessly educates new church scholars.

Secularist imams are said to be present in more than 100 cities inhabited by the Ottochi.

These people were not supported by believers, and in order to earn a living, they also reflected the close to the mortal side of Crescentism, and lived as merchants, butchers, barbers, and other ordinary occupations except for the prayer ceremonies on the 1st, 3rd, and 5th nights of the week.

However, in order to show the special status of religious people, gather believers, and more importantly, to prevent the abuse of power by ordinary powers, the banner of Crescent Religion must be erected in the place where they live for a long time.

As for the beast soul egg, it is a special product of the Crescent Moon Cult, which is the priests who use the power of the beasts to transform the beast into a spirit state and re-conceive it.

The success rate of this transformation is extremely low, on average less than one percent, and even if the conversion is successful, there is a greater than half probability of failure during hatching.

Even if it is successful, it will generally allow the incubator to get a spirit helper whose strength is equivalent to that of a beast.

Although it has the characteristics of immortality and immortality, once it is broken, it must be re-conceived in the sea of knowledge, which is equivalent to an ultra-low-profile version of the fantasy species, which is really embarrassing and useful.

However, for the general public, having this kind of power can also be regarded as a dream of Zhong.

Therefore, Rahman was not surprised when he heard Zhang Jiao's request, and said with a smile: "Da Balang, the god of the crescent moon is forgiving, even if you are not his follower, as long as you offer enough tribute, he will fulfill your wishes."

and nine thousand nine hundred and nine ten dollars, I will prepare a godly tribute for you. ”

"It's just that you want money to die, and you say it so tactfully. Hearing this, Zhang Jiao thought silently in his heart, and carefully escaped a piece of thumb-sized jade from his arms, and said softly: "I have no money, but I am willing to dedicate this piece of jade to the great god of the crescent moon." ”

If Reheman had seen Zhang Jiao holding such a quality jade outside the city, I am afraid that he would have slashed him with a knife to kill and seize the treasure.

But now in the city, with the crescent moon flag hanging outside the door, this grocery store bears the meaning of a holy place.

In the case that Zhang Jiao clearly said that he was willing to contribute the jade to the God of the Crescent Moon, not to mention snatching, he didn't even dare to deceive Rahman.

He could only rub the jade depressedly and said, "The value of this piece of jade is enough to exchange for 1 beast soul egg, Da Balang." ”

Turned around and went into the back room, took out a beast soul egg, threw it on the counter, looked at Zhang Jiao and said, "Take it." ”