Looking at the empty mall, Xi Tong couldn't help but have a headache.
What kind of goods are best to put on the shelves?
What does Tamil need most?
"Master, Taimu belongs to an ordinary tribe with less than a thousand people. They are very poor, and most of the members are struggling to survive. Every time winter comes, the tribe will organize people to go south to invade and plunder due to hunger and cold.
, in order to obtain food and materials for the winter, and at the same time to use war to eliminate the old and weak population."
Xi Tong couldn't help but think of the northern aliens in ancient China. Whenever they didn't have enough to eat or wear or keep warm, they would go south to catch the autumn wind and harvest grass and grain.
Xi Tong's eyes lit up when he thought of the plots in those historical novels.
"If some grains, salt, and tea are put on the shelves in the mall, will Thamel buy them?"
The system immediately flattered: "Great master, this is an unprecedented idea and a unique strategy. You are so wise."
Xi Tong thought to himself, are you praising me or derogating me? Other system malls sell magic weapons, elixirs, immortal pets, and blood vessels. My system mall sells only rice, flour, tea, and salt. It's really too cool.
Lower.
However, it’s hard for a clever woman to make a meal without rice, so I will first become the main god of the low-end version of the system and slowly accumulate the original capital. Later, I will open a sub-system and be sure to have all the magic weapons and immortal pets.
The system prompts: "A new batch of goods has been put on the system mall, please check the host."
System prompt: "The skill sacrifice event is in full swing. If the sacrifice is successful, you can get 10 times the reward."
After receiving these two messages, Tamil jumped up excitedly.
Although he didn't know what tea was, he knew that grain and salt, especially the latter, were hard currencies on the plateau.
There is no salt produced on the plateau, so it must be obtained by trading with merchants from the southern kingdom. The southerners are cunning, and only ten pieces of good cowhide can be exchanged for a salt stone as big as a sheep's head, and it also contains a lot of impurities.
Look at the salt in the system mall again. Every piece is crystal clear and flawless, and 1 dragon-slaying coin can buy 1 kilogram. It is indeed a gift from God.
It happened that there were still a few dragon-slaying coins left over from playing the big wheel just now, so Taimu bought all the salt.
"Praise the Titan Lord and thank the Titan Lord for giving me the divine salt."
"Wow!"
The tribesmen surrounding Taimu were all shocked, looking at the salt as if they were looking at a pile of gold.
If you have gold on the plateau, you may not be able to buy salt, but if you have salt, you can easily exchange it for gold of equal weight. In terms of value, the value of this pile of salt far exceeds that of gold of equal weight.
Taimu picked up a fist-sized piece of salt and licked it. The salty taste made his features wrinkle, but he smiled happily.
Throwing the salt block to a prestigious elder in the tribe, the elder followed suit and took a lick, then danced with excitement.
Pieces of salt were passed around among the crowd. It didn't take long for everyone to taste it, and then they all looked at Taimuer with feverish eyes.
Tailm immediately announced, "The Titan Lord took pity on our hard life, so he gave us divine salt to improve our lives. From now on, our Furious Tribe will no longer have to hunt. Just selling salt is enough for us to live a good life."
After the tribesmen cheered, Tamil added: "However, we must have strong force to protect the tribe and protect the wealth. I declare that all adult men will be incorporated as warriors, trained every day, and given food according to the treatment of warriors."
The status of the warriors is very high, and they can get enough food without working. When the members in charge of hunting are not full, the warriors are full of food. For this treatment, the men of the tribe are thinking about it.
Become a warrior.
It's a pity that the selection of warriors is very strict. There are only more than 70 warriors in the Furious tribe with a population of nearly 1,000, and 19 of them were killed by Tamil in one go.
But now, Tamil has promoted all adult males to warriors with just one word. Those who have benefited from his words account for two-thirds of the tribal population.
Xi Tong saw Tamil's series of actions in his eyes and thought to himself, who said that barbarians are heartless and can only solve problems with their fists?
Tamils are definitely an outlier among savages.
The combination of force to intimidate, religious brainwashing, wealth temptation, and interest bundling can win over people's hearts, and the negative effects of murderous superiority are completely eliminated.
But Xi Tong likes Taimu's intelligence very much. In this way, he can be the master of both hands and lie at home every day waiting for the harvest.
On the other side, Tamil was thinking about how to get more dragon-slaying coins. It was impossible to kill the dragon. His little arms and legs were killed by the forces along the way before he reached the dragon's territory.
Holy water can be exchanged for dragon-slaying coins, but the output of holy water is limited, and it will take more than ten days before the supply is full again.
Looking at the highlighted and bolded "Sacrifice Event" announcement in the system mall, Taimu thought for a few seconds and reached out to call a tribesman.
"You, pray, sacrifice your 'bone-crushing blow' to the Lord God."
Successful sacrifice skills can get 10 times the Dragon Slaying Coin reward, which is super profitable.
The barbarian was confused: What is prayer? How to sacrifice? I don't know how!
But seeing the blade on his neck, the barbarian could only kneel down submissively and do as the chief said.
Immediately, Xi Tong heard the system prompt: "Barbarian xx is offering sacrifice to you. He has insufficient faith and the sacrifice failed, and he cannot sacrifice again within 3 days."
Tamir was not discouraged and summoned another tribesman.
He was looking for warriors who had been promoted and trained by the previous chief. These people enjoyed the highest treatment and the best resources in the tribe. In addition to being well-fed, they also practiced martial arts and combat skills.
More than 50 people were captured one by one by Tamil to pray and offer sacrifices. However, they all failed to make sacrifices due to lack of faith and did not earn a single dragon-slaying coin.
"A bunch of guys with shaky beliefs!" Tamir yelled, "I'll give you three days. If you can't become devout believers of the Titans, you'll all be reduced to slaves."
When more than 50 soldiers heard this, they all knelt down in fear and swore to Tamil that they would establish a firm faith.
Tamil looked at all this with satisfaction, "One more thing, hand over to me the cultivation techniques given to you by the previous chief. This is the common wealth of the tribe and should be shared by all members."
Pointing to the metal house behind him, Tamil said loudly: "I will store all the cultivation techniques in the Titan Temple given by the Titan Lord God, for all tribe members to choose and practice. Regardless of men, women, old or young, every tribe
All members can practice!"
Well, Tamir gave the Red Bull can a Temple of the Titans name.
Hearing this, the soldiers kneeling on the ground were all shocked and angry.
Cultivation methods are the source of power and the guarantee of status. If everyone can read and practice, then how can they have superhuman treatment in the future?
However, seeing the chief's hand on the hilt of the sword and his malicious expression, all the warriors were frightened at the same time.
Because they remembered that it was this humble knife that cut off the old chief's sword in the blink of an eye, then cut open his wolf helmet and cut off half of his head.
The old chief was the number one warrior of the tribe, but he couldn't stop the new chief's moves. Even under the protection of 18 loyal guards, he was still killed, let alone people like himself.
Looking at the thousands of fanatical looks around them, these warriors believed that if they dared to say no, they would definitely be torn to pieces and eaten by their tribesmen.