Chapter 18 God Does Not Play Dice

The word "sacrifice" made Lu Yao excited.

He opened the temple, and there was indeed a golden item in the [Sacrifice] slot.

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[Golden dice]: Each roll consumes 2 points of faith, and if you roll 6, you will get a sacrifice.

The source is unknown.

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Seeing this description, Lu Yao's excitement disappeared.

The Salt Pond Tribe offered a gambling tool as a sacrifice.

Now Lu Yao is very sensitive to the faith value. When he saw the description of the golden dice, a word popped into his mind.

He is not friendly.

The core of gambling is fraud.

Each roll consumes 2 points of faith. Where did these faiths go?

Thinking of the business style of the Salt Pond Tribe and their style of claiming to worship three gods. Lu Yao suspected that there was a god behind the golden dice, using the Salt Pond Tribe to commit fraud everywhere.

From another perspective, using golden dice to defraud other gods of their faith deposits is much more clever than Lisa's laborious robbery.

As for getting a sacrifice by hitting 6.

The probability of this thing is completely out of control. It hits when it says it will hit, and it doesn't hit when it says it won't hit, which highlights a blatant black-box operation.

Einstein said it well, God doesn't throw dice.

But since the Salt Pond Tribe sent something, there is no reason not to accept it.

Isabel once said that if there are unnecessary sacrifices, you can throw them directly into the fire of faith, turn them into firewood, and gain some faith.

Lu Yao directly threw the [Golden Dice] into the bonfire of the temple, and it disappeared in an instant.

Faith +10.

It's really not worth money.

Lu Yao observed the current geographical environment of the Garlic Tribe.

The basin plain is the base camp of the Garlic Tribe. There is still a lot of land that has not been developed and utilized, and there will be no space problem in the short term.

The forest extends all the way to the north, blocked by rivers in the east. There are mountains in the west and deserts in the south.

Although the world map continues to expand with the continuous exploration of the pixel man, there are no other people living around.

If you want to develop quickly, the best way is to trade, communicate and even integrate with other tribes.

At present, the only safe channel connecting the Garlic Tribe to the outside world is the mountains, or more precisely, the Salt Pond Tribe behind the mountains. Imports and exports are firmly controlled by the Salt Pond Tribe.

Another potential channel is the oasis of the Bedou Tribe in the south. It will take time for Isabel to open up there.

Unlike the strong conquest policy of the Barbarian Tribe, the Salt Pond Tribe has a very flexible civilization strategy. It is currently actively trading with the Garlic Tribe, and there is no conflict of interest between the two sides in the short term.

The situation is relatively stable.

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After the Garlic Tribe invented its own writing, several resource columns were added to the game panel, and there was also a significant change: the pixel people have learned to think simply, and the question marks above their heads are no longer the privilege of prophets and shamans.

Lu Yao clicked on the question marks of different pixel people and read their thoughts.

"When I woke up today, I felt very hungry. After eating, I was no longer hungry, but I was very hungry again the next day. Since people will always be hungry, is there any point in eating?"

"The weeds in the wheat field grow faster than the wheat, and we can't pull them out completely. If the wheat can grow like weeds, it will grow by itself, and we can't eat it all. How great it would be."

"Meat is delicious, wheat is delicious, and garlic is delicious, but they are best eaten together. This secret is probably only known to me, hehe."

"The prophet is old, and the shaman is old. Should I inherit the prophet or the shaman? It's really a headache."

Among the many thinking boxes generated by the little people in the tribe, a farmer's idea caught Lu Yao's attention.

"This year, there are a lot of weeds and insects, and there is a drought. The wheat harvest is likely to be not very good. Everyone in the tribe is counting on wheat. If there is no harvest this year, we will starve in winter."

Not only this farmer, but several other farmers also expressed the same concern.

They are professionals who take care of farmland and are very sensitive to the environment and food.

Lu Yao opened the webpage and searched for a while. After screening and verification, he determined the next item for remote support of the tribe.

He walked into the kitchen and took a big potato and put it on the mouse.

——Would you like to give [potatoes] to your believers?

[Yes]

As the potatoes passed through the temple and entered the pixel world, many little people in the tribe exclaimed.

"The gods have bestowed blessings again!"

"Potatoes, potatoes!"

"Potatoes that can grow when buried in the soil! Drought-resistant potatoes!"

"Potatoes that are more productive than wheat!"

"A brand new kind of food!"

Especially the farmers in the fields, all of them smiled.

"Great, the gods really bless us!"

"God Yao knew that the harvest was not good this year, so he gave potatoes!"

"No one will starve this winter! No one will starve to death!"

"Praise God Yao!"

The farmers quickly planted potatoes in the newly opened farmland and began a new round of sowing and caring for food.

As the pixel man was busy, the dry season gradually passed, the earth regained some vitality, and the sky also rained a few times.

However, autumn did not last long, and snow fell from the sky, and winter came again.

As farmers expected, the wheat harvest in the fields this year was poor. In the list of grains, wheat has dropped from 80% in the past to 40%, potatoes account for 30%, and 20% is meat. The overall grain reserve is showing a yellow light.

Fortunately, the potatoes were replenished in time, otherwise there would be a huge food shortage this winter and even population decline.

This is also the advantage brought by the progress of civilization.

People will think, worry and observe, and there will be more exchanges and attempts.

As the god behind the scenes, Lu Yao can also see various subtle changes in the pixel world from the doubts of the pixel villain, so as to make targeted adjustments and responses.

During this not-so-long winter, two things happened to the Garlic Tribe.

The first thing was that the Yanchi tribe came over and purchased some grain at a high price.

According to the villain of the Yanchi tribe, because the drought lasted for too long, most of the other tribes that the Yanchi tribe came into contact with fell into food shortages this year. The Garlic Tribe is already considered a region rich in food.

The second thing was that a group of 22 immigrants came from the Yanchi tribe.

Among them are 2 carpenters, 2 pharmacists, and 1 salt farmer.

For the first time ever, the Garlic Tribe has attracted a group of professionals.

They migrated here voluntarily, on the one hand because they lived in the Yanchi tribe in the past and had some understanding of the Garlic tribe and Yao god's belief, and on the other hand because of the drought and food shortage this year.

Nowhere else is the garlic tribe more likely to have a full meal than in the food-producing areas.

Carpenters have the skills and experience to cut down trees. They go into the forest in the winter, already cut the wood, and then process it into rough wood. The first wooden house of the Garlic tribe was built by two carpenters.

The emergence of the pharmacist made up for the gap that only the shaman in the tribe had healing skills. The two pharmacists usually go into the forest to collect herbs and treat patients, saving many lives.

Salt miners are people who specialize in making salt. He found some rock salt in the mountains to the west. Although the yield was not high, it also found another way for the Garlic tribe to obtain salt.

Lu Yao poured a glass of iced Coke and tore open a pack of cucumber-flavored potato chips.

tasty.

Looking down at the busy work of the little tribesmen, Lu Yao felt as if he had become one with them, and his body became more powerful.

Dude, don't throw dice.

Dude, I just want stable happiness.