The Salt Soil Patriarch didn't know that as soon as he walked into the bank on his front foot, Lu Qiqi immediately received the news.

and specially instructed the people of the bank to entertain him well.

Kyu was also beside him at this time, and he didn't understand Lu Qiji's behavior: "Lord Lord, why should we be so good to the Yantu Clan?"

Do you want to make peace with them? ”

"Of course not."

Lu Qiqi shook his head, then looked at the young man next to him, "Gui, all the contradictions in this world can be reduced to two.

One is frictional contradictions. Conflicts in daily life due to different behaviors. It's as if you accidentally stepped on a chaff, and the chaff let go and beat it. In fact, this contradiction is completely reconciled and avoided.

One is structural contradictions. It refers to the contradiction that arises because of the system or interests. It's like our tribe and the salt soil tribe, everyone uses salt as an important trading commodity. There are so many people who buy it, either they buy theirs or they buy ours. Therefore, competition cannot be avoided, and contradictions cannot be reconciled.

In the former, you can take a step back while guaranteeing your best interests;

And the latter, every minute counts. ”

Gui Wenyan still didn't understand, "Then why are we so good to the Yantu Clan?" ”

It's too good.

There was a feeling of holding them up high.

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

The largest shop for the Yantu clan was not for the 50 slaves, but for the sake of making Xia Ji famous. Let the people of 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 given to the Yantu patriarch in the bank is to make him a living signboard. The moment he stepped into the bank, he was advertising our bank. If you think about it, even a big man like the patriarch of the Yantu clan came to the bank, what reason did others have to distrust? ”

And the bank is tied to salt.

If you peel off the cocoon, it is the patriarch of the Yantu tribe who is advertising the salt of the Nuwa tribe.

After listening to the analysis of the land period, it suddenly dawned on him.

His eyes are full of adoration, and the lord is the smartest man in the world!

Lu Qiqi was laughed at by his eyes, she reached out and patted Gui's shoulder, and reminded him seriously: "All good things will not fall on your head for no reason." You will encounter a similar situation in the future, you must learn to see the essence through the phenomenon, and not let others sell and help people to make money. ”

After hearing this, Kei said excitedly, "If the person who betrayed me is the lord." I'm willing to count the money for you. ”

It's over, he's hopeless.

Xiongbatian sighed as he listened to the young man's brainless speech.

Lu Qiqi smiled slightly, and then changed the topic, "There are enough shops selling things on the commercial street, and there is a lack of entertainment, so I am going to open a free storytelling place." You go to some of the best people who have learned about Nuwa's creation, and ask them to take turns telling the story of Nuwa's creation when there are the most people on the street every day. ”

Since the commercial street has been built, crystal coins will circulate, and culture will naturally spread.

This is what the Salt Soil Patriarch reminded her today.

The story of the creator god must be spread well, otherwise what if others misunderstand it as an irregular tribe that believes in evil gods.

Since everyone has come, let everyone get some good education.

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On the street, a shop that had not been occupied was refurbished.

There were a number of small benches in the doorway, and the screeching of iron striking drew nearby pedestrians.

The natives, who had been working all day, gathered together curiously and looked inside strangely.

At this time, two young men with green faces stepped forward. They are the two best learners in the tribe, especially the story of Nuwa's creation can be described as very familiar. But suddenly facing so many people talking, the two were still a little nervous.

The girl next to her was a little bolder, she took a deep breath, and then closed her eyes and said the lines that she had practiced many times: "Hello everyone, we are storytellers of the Nuwa tribe. It mainly tells you the story of the gods in ancient times.

Listen to Chapter 1: Heaven and Earth Begin to Open, Nuwa Creates Man.

Legend ...... a long, long time ago"

The girl was nervous when she told the story, and the first sentence or two was even a little broken. But this does not affect, after all, in this primitive tribe where entertainment is only sleeping and making babies, what a novelty it is to tell stories.

Especially such stories, if you put them in other tribes, they can only be heard by sacrificial sacrifices.

And the little fragments they heard would only be passed on to the next priest before they died.

So what is it?

This is a cultural dimensionality reduction blow.

Even if the girl's story stumbled and stammered, more and more listeners gathered at the door. Until she said, "Nuwa found that this was too slow, so she conjured up a divine whip." The whip was covered with muddy water, and the mud spots thrown out changed into the original person!

Thank you for listening, that's all for today's story of the gods, and tomorrow is also the time, we'll see you soon! ”

End of a story.

People are so fascinated by it that they are reluctant to leave.

The next day, people arrived on time, much more than on the first day.

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

On the Nth day, there were not enough seats prepared, and people who came late stood on the periphery and surrounded the storytelling booth.

Within the tribe, the story is spreading more and more widely through the word of mouth.

Nuwa creates man,

Nuwa mends the sky,

Praise the father day by day,

Descendants shoot the sun......

People suddenly enriched the spiritual world, and they did not expect the life of the gods to be so colorful. Some people even looked at the statues of the gods in the Nuwa tribe after listening to these stories, and their eyes were full of respect!

Some of the tribes' sacrifices were shocked by this, and then took the fragment of what they knew to ask the land period.

One of the earliest is the sacrifice of the Akitori tribe.

"My lord, in fact, our tribe also worships a god. I heard from the ears of the last priest that our god had wings on his back. Once the tribe had a strange illness, and everyone was going to die. But the winged gods descended from the sky and brought us medicine.

That's why we have the name of the tribe, the Autumn Bird Tribe. ”

The priest, who was no longer young, had a thirst for knowledge in his eyes, "So Great Lord, do you know which god our Akitori tribe serves?" ”

"Of course."

When Lu Qiqi heard the legend of the winged birdman, he had already thought of the story, "If I guessed correctly, the god worshiped by your tribe is the ancient witch Jingwei!" ”

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

The unsolved mystery of the Autumn Bird Tribe, which has been inherited for so many years, is it going to be solved in his generation today? (End of chapter)