This game is too cruel

Jingwei reclamation, a ready-made story.

When Lu Qiqi finished speaking, the Qiniao tribe priest felt that he still had something to say, and even wanted to sit down and talk with Lu Qiqi.

Xiong Batian finally couldn't stand her way of deceiving everyone: "There is really a god in this world. If you deceive like this openly, are you really not afraid of running into the true god and exposing your lies?"

“If you tell a lie [-] times, it becomes the truth.

Concepts and cognitions are constructed. The most powerful thing about the person in power is that she can use her power to construct the three views and value system she wants for the people being managed. "

Lu Qiqi looked at the excited Qiuniao priest, "Look at him, as the wisest person in the Qiuniao tribe, he has no ability to distinguish what is the truth and what is a lie. Because he worships authority, he firmly believes in the words of the superior. Even if someone tells him the truth again, he may not believe it."

"So you are using your high position to try to control them."

"How can we call it control? It's just a little guidance. No one will be completely controlled by another person. This is a choice they make after weighing the pros and cons subconsciously. Choose to believe me and embrace the lap of the Nuwa tribe. Enjoy the benefits that leak out of our hands.”

After Lu Qiqi finished speaking, Xiong Batian fell into silence.

To be honest, it had not been optimistic about Lu Qiqi in the early stages of selecting her.

Those who relied on obviously powerful cheats were dead. It had always felt that Lu Qiqi's approach was completely nonsense. But every time it questioned Lu Qiqi's decision, this man could tell a truth that it could never imagine.

"But the gods of this world."

Xiong Batian pointed out, "Aren't you afraid of offending them with your false stories?"

"All fear stems from lack of firepower."

If you have to ask whether Lu Qiqi is afraid, then for now he is.

Because she doesn't have the ability to compete with those so-called gods.

But it would be even more stupid to give up the unification of the thoughts of these primitive tribes just because of this fear of the unknown.

If you want to be an emperor, you can't take risks.

If the day comes when she is more than ten thousand people, she will have the final say whether the other party is a god or a demon.

Xiong Batian is afraid that even an emperor has never successfully tutored him, otherwise he would not know this simple truth.

And these stories carry the universal values ​​​​that hard work creates a better life, kindness will be rewarded, and persistence will lead to success. Concepts such as loyalty, integrity, unity, friendliness, etc. are subtly put into the minds of these people.

Not to mention ordinary people, even the leader of the Yantu Tribe couldn't help but listen before leaving.

Before the Yantu clan leader came, he had a purpose to find trouble;

After coming, it became consumption.

The Yantu Tribe brought a total of [-] slaves, and in the end these slaves were left here. They took away a large number of daily necessities, mainly linen, and a bag of crystal coins.

Before leaving, the Nuwa tribe members in charge of the transaction watched them leave.

Looking at their retreating figures, I couldn't help but sigh.

"No wonder the lord calls them big dogs. They trade more than [-] slaves casually. They are so rich!"

Thinking of this, he turned back to help.

the other side

The Salt Tribe is on its way home.

The leader of the Yantu Tribe had been staying here for so long. He suddenly stopped at such a far distance, and he could still vaguely see the statue not far away.

He looked back at the Nuwa tribe, his eyes becoming complicated.

If this trip to the Nuwa tribe made him feel unhappy, it would be understandable. However, the problem is that this tribe is satisfactory in every aspect, so that he, an outsider who has come from other places, cannot fault it.

This is precisely proof that the other party is getting better and better. The lord of a tribe is naturally sensitive to the development of the tribe. He looked back at the tribe, filled with anxiety. What if the Nuwa tribe really surpassed them?
  The eyes of the leader of the Yantu Tribe gradually turned from anxious to fierce.

Do not,
  In this area, only the Salt Earth Tribe is allowed to be the only strong one.

Maybe they have nothing to do with the Nuwa tribe now, but there is still the Weir tribe...

A beautiful morning.

The leader of the Weir tribe was currently making wine with the women of the tribe in his tent. The primitive activities were at a critical moment when they were interrupted.

They are people sent by the Yantu Tribe.

"What are they doing here?"

The chief of the Will tribe was unhappy.

To be precise, he didn't like the Salt Tribe. Relying on the fact that he had one or two salt fields, he thought he could win Qiao and be superior to other tribes at the autumn fair.

Little did he know that it was this attitude that made Patriarch Will unhappy.

If there were not two salt-producing tribes, among which the Yantu tribe was farther away, he would have found a way to wipe out the Yantu tribe.

Oh no.

There are now three salt-producing tribes.

Patriarch Weir thought of the petite and soft Nuwa tribe leader he saw last year, who smiled like a long-haired rabbit and could be crushed to death with just a pinch of his hand.

When he thought of the flattering smile of the little clan leader, he was even a little curious about how such a person could manage a tribe. What would it be like to have a tribe run by such people.

His thoughts wandered, but he was quickly brought back.

Because the people from the Salt Earth Tribe have already arrived, bringing fine salt, linen cloth and crystal coins.

Of course he had never seen the latter two things.

Putting your fingers on the flat linen, the smooth touch makes people feel that it is unusual. As for the crystal coin, Patriarch Will thought it was an incredible treasure because of its rare material and shape.

"Is this sent to you by the leader of the Yantu clan?"

He was a little surprised why the leader of the Yantu clan suddenly gave him a gift. Then he saw the fine fine salt and asked, "Can your tribe also produce such salt?"

"No."

The Yantu tribe member shook his head and conveyed what the tribe leader ordered him to bring: "These are the things of the Nuwa tribe. The tribe leader went to the Nuwa tribe and found that Lu Qiqiu deceived you. They are richer than all the tribes, and they have everything they can't eat." Perfect salt, the finest clothes and fine currency.”

When he learned that these things came from the Nuwa tribe, the smile on Chief Weir's face paused for a moment, "So, why are you telling me these?"

"The Nuwa tribe deceived you."

The Yantu clan member lowered his head and replied: "As a great supporter of the Weir tribe, the clan leader said that he must inform you of such things."

Primitive people are simple.

But that doesn't mean they have no brains.

They may not be familiar with the term "diversion of trouble to the east", but the method is self-taught.

Patriarch Will did not answer immediately. He just picked up the crystal coin and looked at the impurities contained in the translucent material of the crystal coin through the sunlight.

Then, he asked the woman in his room: "Yue, do you like it?"

The woman in the room said something nice, and he threw the crystal coin to her.