Although it is a good quality to do what you say, if you want to do a big project that costs a lot of manpower, material resources, and financial resources, it is best to plan ahead to avoid being overstretched or crashing into other important things.

So after returning from Abraham's mansion, Thoth began to work energetically to draw up plans for the coming year, the properties he intended to set foot in, the funds that needed to be invested, the relationships that needed to be unblocked, and the threats that he had to be vigilant...... Writing it down with a pen will make Him more grounded than going through it in his head.

Just as He was halfway through writing, there was a knock on the door of the study.

"Come in...... It's you, little Yelena, it's a nice outfit."

Yelena occasionally travels to the North for the New Year, wearing the traditional North attire, a ratskin cape and a dress with long sleeves and wrists. Cotton and leather goods are more popular in the north than smooth silk and brocade, but this does not detract from the ingenuity of the people in clothing - in addition to vegetables and fruits, the greenhouses are also planted with plants that can be used as dyes, such as madder, indigo, sumac, etc., although the texture is not so smooth, but the color is always bright, and the spirit of the people in the north is uplifting.

Speaking of which, you can also plant a little mulberry tree, and the mulberry can be eaten and dyed cloth. Thoth couldn't help but think that the trunk of the tree could be planted with fungus, and the leaves could also be used to raise silkworms...... It can be said that there are treasures all over the body.

"Hehe, thank you, look at this lace - it was the sisters of the girls' club who sewed it for me!" Yelena spun around, and the hem of her skirt bloomed like a flower.

"Did you get up so early to work?"

"Actually, I didn't sleep at all...... But you're up early, it's not even seven o'clock."

Thoth put the pen *** the inkwell. "Oh, I forgot, you're a mythical creature." Yelena turned to the back of His chair and affectionately put her hand on His shoulder, "Although you have a lot of opportunities, for the sake of today is the last day of the year, can you enjoy breakfast with me?"

Alas, the last day of the new year. Thoth sighed to himself, this year has been really ups and downs, so much has happened in just a few days, and there was even a meeting after the fire, which normally requires a lot of planning, but the situation is urgent, and the people who hold the meeting are all sent by the apprentices - there is a saying, Abraham is really a convenient means of transportation.

"Of course you can, anyway, it's not in a hurry."

Although the fire caused panic in the people, the people were still immersed in the joy of saying goodbye to the old and welcoming the new, and it was this joy that made Thoth feel a lot more comfortable, and gave him a sense of relief that "this year's efforts have not been in vain".

Thoth looked out the window—within the North, the Black Emperor's shadow of order would not obstruct his vision, so his vision was exceptionally clear, almost omniscient, omniscient.

He saw children playing war games with wooden swords in the streets, women stirring sticky soup with long spoons, snow had been cleared of the square, long tables were pulled by His followers on carts, and one man nearly fell when he jumped out of the cart. They arranged the long tables in neat rows in the square, and despite the large amount of work, fortunately there were many early risers who were eager to help, so the desired effect was quickly achieved.

Later, some members of the school in purple robes scattered to the edge of the square, and after some arrangement, the area where the square was located suddenly became warm, as if the room was coiled with a fire, and some people running back and forth even felt sweaty in their vests and loosened their tightly buttoned collars.

"Look, the food truck is coming!" A boy shouted, and everyone's eyes suddenly converged on several large board cars from far and near, and they couldn't help but smile and burst into bursts of joyful cheers. The goods of these carts were tightly covered with a large canvas and carefully tied with ropes, and the carts walked very slowly, as if they were transporting gunpowder for fear of falling off them—but the things inside were much more wonderful than gunpowder, and when the canvas was uncovered, pickles and bacon, cheese and preserved fruit, nuts and jams, bread and biscuits, fried fish and wine barrels were revealed, and they were the protagonists of the first part of the "Winter Sacrifice Day", the "Communion Party".

"Hey! Can you guys come and help? Put these bottles, jars, plates and bowls on the table!"

"The barrel is on the left

on the table! Remember to put the jam with the bread!"

"Oh my God, this bacon is so fragrant, I want to taste a piece of it secretly......

"Put away the saliva that is about to fall, and you will have something to eat after listening to the hadith!"

"I'm just kidding!"

By the time the clock struck seven o'clock, the square had turned into a small banquet hall, and the smell of food tickled people's fingers, but everyone was silent, and some children tried to secretly take a biscuit, but their father severely beat their hands. The purple-robed man stood on the high platform and read aloud-

"What makes you thrive is a drop of milk from your mother's bosom, a grain of rice under the hoe of a ploughman, and a fat and strong poultry raised by a farmer......

"What makes you look decent is the weaver's creaking spinning wheel, the tailor's cutting and sewing needle, and the craftsman's skillful hand in polishing the ornaments......

"What makes you emotionally rich is your family, like-minded friends, and heart-to-heart lovers......

"You need to always be humble, you need to respect every mother who has worked hard, and every farmer who sweats like rain......

"Wherever they were born and raised......

"You need to praise, praise the labor, praise the laborers, praise everyone you can think of who creates food and supplies......

Finally, the purple-robed man shouted, "Praise labor!"

The bustling crowd also shouted, "Praise labor!"

The purple-robed man drew an inverted triangle on his chest again, "This sacrament is a gift from the sage to the laborers, praise the sage!"

The bustling crowd also drew a triangle on their chests: "Praise the sage!"

These foods were purchased with the funds of the school, and most of the money earned by Thoth from business was stored in the school, which was more than enough for such a "sacrament meeting", as the saying goes, "the people eat for heaven", although his honorific name focuses on the description of the authority of knowledge, if he can't even eat enough, where will he have the energy to pursue knowledge? Where does the leisure come from to think about the mysteries?

It is also for the same reason that He insisted on building so many greenhouses in the north, not only to be full, but also to eat well.

The sacrament meeting officially began, and the people comforted themselves with food and wine for the hard work of the old year, chatting in twos and threes, all in the eyes of their gods.

In the Mirage, the Hidden Sage and the Red Angel are having breakfast, and through a window, they can see the scene outside, whether it is the cured meat on the plate or the mole on a person's neck, but the people outside are unaware of their prying eyes.

"Uncle Thoth, how did you do that?" After swallowing a piece of bacon, Yelena asked.

"How?"

"That's it...... The people here are very energetic! It's not the energy of being drunk with money, it's the energy of hopefulness in life."

Medici lowered his fork with interest, "yes, big eyes, I didn't see you being so good at managing before."

"That's a tough question to answer." Thoth blew the heat of the tea, "I've just read a little bit of history, know some of the experiences of my predecessors, know what problems can make a city-state degenerate and corrupt, and which values can make a city-state positive, and then make the right guidance in the general direction...... That's all."

"That's all."

"I used to be a teacher." Seeing Medici's "Are you perfunctory to me" expression, Thoth decided to start the lecture, "The essence of 'teaching' is to influence people in the direction that society expects and needs, and faith magnifies this influence several times - especially when people know that it is easy for me to curse or bless, destroy or redeem, usurp or give."

Medici heard his voice, "Now is the gift, and there's another show of power later?"

"Not bad." Thoth smiled slightly, "To put it simply, it is to bring some of the more serious crimes to the public, and after reading out their bad deeds

Punish you."

"If the punishment is too light, you will not have much prestige."

"Light? It's okay, whipping, castration, tongue pulling, tattooing, naked swimming...... That's all."

"There is no death penalty?"

"It's too easy to take a life, and it's too quick to take it." Thoth cut the sausage in half, "The mental and physical torture is often more painful and more alarming. The onlookers were not so much frightened as they were glad that the person who was pointed out by Qianfu was not themselves...... Thank you."

A plate of dumplings was placed in his hand, and Thoth subconsciously said thank you, but immediately remembered that everything here was handled by an octopus-like spirit creature, but it was not its tentacles with suction cups that served the plate, but a human hand with slender knuckles and a fair complexion, and he looked along the hand and white sleeve, and a face wearing monocles came into view.

"Long time no see."

Amun, dressed as a waiter, blinked. Even though it had only been two or three days, He nodded his head, but suddenly he didn't know what to say.

Happy New Year? The New Year isn't an uncommon concept for mythical creatures, but how are curses going? It sounds like a boss is interfering with a subordinate's business.

It was late at night when Abraham had returned to his happy nest, and he had tried to fall into bed like a salted fish to relax his tense nerves, but he caught a glimpse of the thick diary, which was still spread out, and the beautiful handwriting in it could be seen.

After three seconds of stunned, Thoth jumped up with a carp, threw himself on the table as if he was running away, and forced himself into a working state, his brain spinning like a spinning top all night, so that Yelena would only see him struggling to write when he came in.

It is undoubtedly a very bad thing for the gods to indulge in personal feelings, but if they don't even dare to face it, wouldn't it be even worse?

"What is this?"

Medici stretched out his arm to poke a "dumpling" open with a fork to see if there was any prank hidden in it - Thoth wasn't sure if it was a dumpling, as he remembered that the dumpling was supposed to be a half-moon, but it was rounder, only to be stopped by Amon with another fork, and the crisp crash brought Thoth back to his senses.

Amon showed a smiling expression, "It's not for you anyway."

Medici shrugged disdainfully, "Don't tell me you made it yourself, if it was I'd rather eat the chaff."

"How do you know this?"

In order to prevent something from being stolen and something from being set on fire, Thoth quickly asked, and he inserted a "dumpling" to take a closer look, and realized that it should have glued the two corners of a Chinese half-moon dumpling together.

"In my father's memory." Amon thought for a moment, "According to their language, this should be called пль."

Well, whether it's Russian, French, or Spanish, I can't read anything with a flicked tongue, and at most I can recognize the words. Thoth thought to himself, but he read it well...... Is this some kind of genetic inheritance?

Under Amon's eager gaze, he took a Russian dumpling and put it in his mouth.

A strange sweet taste spreads in the mouth.

"What did you pack?" Thoth struggled not to tremble in his voice.

"Apple paste stir-fried with cinnamon and sugar apples." Amon asked, "Although my father's grandmother used minced onions and pork, there are many dishes like this, and I want to innovate."

Thoth's eyes darkened, and many indescribable things swirled through his mind, such as mac and marmalade, strawberry mapo tofu, pizza with pineapple, and xiao long bao filled with bubble tea......

Help, my taste buds are not pure, they are defiled! I want to spit it out, but it's rude to do this!

In a heroic mood, Thoth swallowed the apple cinnamon-flavored dumpling, and the strange sweetness slid down the esophagus into the stomach.

"Poof." A chuckle came from overhead, and the god of deception and mischief shrugged his shoulders with laughter.

"You ......"

"I didn't expect the first thing you would get was fruit filling." Amon said solemnly, "But I promise everything else is minced pork."