People's desire for salt comes from nature, and scientifically speaking, it is a need of the body.
Primitive humans began to experiment, generalize, and collect salt very early on.
Before that, just like animals, they absorbed the salt they needed from rock walls, oceans, and saltwater lakes.
In North America, even in the uninhabited countryside, you can occasionally see paths "walked out" by animals on the mountains, all of which lead to the source of fresh water and salt.
The Aboriginal people of North America in the 15th century had of course learned how to extract salt, but only a small number of them mastered the technology, and this technology only existed in large tribes.
Even among large tribes, salt is extremely precious.
The ancients have long understood that improperly handled salt has toxins, and the most primitive refining methods can only collect very little.
At this time, they had countless amounts of salt right in front of them.
They dance, jump for joy, and go crazy for the gift of God.
A five-kilogram bag of salt was quickly destroyed by them. The half-year-old child even lay on the ground, licking the remaining white salt particles in the soil with his tongue, and then showed his innocent and romantic yellow teeth.
Crazy emotions spread like a disease.
Someone actually wanted to open more salt and have a carnival.
Fortunately, he was discovered by the leader in advance. He stepped forward ferociously and mercilessly knocked out the fool who was wasting precious salt with his fist.
The old lady offering sacrifices also found that the situation was not under control and immediately called on people to quiet down.
When the carnival gradually subsides...
Um?
Where is God?
They discovered that Zhou Li'an was missing.
People looked around in panic.
Until the boy and girl who were the first to witness God's arrival uttered a 'hiss', and the two quietly pointed to the sacrificial tent...
God is still there.
They were having fun again, and they had never felt so solid and stable.
The old lady offering sacrifices was slightly in a trance, wondering what the god was doing in her residence, but she did not dare to come close.
"Witch." The leader came to her side, "What should we do now?"
The leader's voice was low and sounded like a roar. He was the bravest warrior in this small tribe. He had participated in many wars between large tribes and killed dozens of enemies.
But in front of the witch, the leader bowed slightly and always lowered his head, like a well-behaved child.
He continued: "I have been to the distant 'White Rock Tribe' and witnessed with my own eyes the mysterious and great salt prayer ceremony of the 'Salt Witch'. Each salt prayer requires four slaves as sacrifices..."
"Witch, as long as you open your mouth, I will start selecting and making sacrifices for our god now."
The more the leader talked, the more excited he became.
As he spoke, he looked at the large pile of God-given salt under the altar and kept swallowing... God gave too much.
The ritual he had seen took three days and three nights.
The salt witch cooks in a boiler, and uses the blood of living people every day and night to sprinkle it on the hot pot wall. The steaming blood mist will be absorbed by the salt god, who will give the salt witch edible salt.
When the ceremony was over, the four slaves bled to death, and the salt they obtained was only the bottom of a pot. It tasted bitter and was dark yellow in color, far from the white and flawless salt he saw now.
The leader doesn't know what the word 'efficiency' is.
But he knew very well...
God so generously gave this small tribe so many gifts.
It would be unreasonable for him not to kill a few people to help the gods.
So, the leader's eyes began to search the crowd again, and when comparing the numbers, he suddenly felt a little annoyed...
It seems that there are not enough people?
The witch glared at him: "Quai Ya, gods never plunder living beings. Wind gods are the supreme gods in the realm of nature. They represent peace and tranquility."
"Therefore, the 'mountain climber' who originally died under the horns of the bison will be resurrected."
Toothless is the leader's name.
Half of his front teeth were missing, which was caused by a knock after the teeth were replaced when he was a child, so his parents named him Miss Tooth.
Qian Ya didn't believe Wu's words: "Witch, don't lie to me, you have to kill someone who deserves to be killed. We can't blaspheme, and you don't know how to pray for salt."
"I am a witch, don't you listen to what I say?"
The old lady was a little angry.
It's true that Chitooth is very brave, but sometimes he's a little heartless.
If God needs the sacrifice of the Holy Spirit, does he still need them to do it?
What else do you want to say if you have missing teeth...
But Zhou Li'an has already walked out.
The crowd gathered immediately knelt down without any hesitation.
Zhou Li'an was speechless. He had just rummaged through the boxes and cabinets for a long time, but he didn't find anything valuable.
The natives of North America are a little ignorant. They prefer colorful ores, mainly turquoise, but this thing...
Not worth the money.
He also found a shiny human skull inside. Zhou Li'an really wanted to tell the old lady that this thing was not worth buying.
At this time, he glanced at the people kneeling on the ground. He was obedient, but he couldn't understand people's words. All he could do was stare at them with big eyes.
How about painting another mural?
But how to paint gold? With watercolor pens?
Hey, wait a minute...
Zhou Li'an was suddenly stunned. He took out his cell phone and took a look.
Then, whoosh...
The person disappeared again.
Seeing this scene, the place suddenly became chaotic again.
Qian Tooth was even more anxious. His face was red and he could not speak for a long time. He only waited for a breath to come out and said: "God is gone, God is angry! Witch, you are blaspheming God."
The old lady finally became hesitant and no longer had the confidence she had before.
To be precise...
She had never been confident. From beginning to end, she pretended to understand God's words.
Is it possible that the missing teeth are correct?
Do you really need to kill a few to add to the fun?
The old lady couldn't bear it.
Their tribe is too weak, and their population is the most precious. During yesterday's hunting, several strong men became the dead souls under the hooves of the buffalo.
They don't own slaves like the big tribes. If they really want to sacrifice, they can only choose from among their own people.
The old lady was thinking, maybe she is the one who deserves death? She should set an example!
After all, she couldn't understand God's words at all.
"Missing tooth!"
The old lady finally made up her mind.
Between the righteousness of dedication to God and the sacrifice of her tribe, she chose the former. She firmly believed that sacrifice could bring more rewards, gifts from God.
"Let's pick someone."
Missing Tooth is overjoyed and about to give orders.
suddenly……
A 'whoosh' sound broke through the air.
God...is back???
"Witch, God is listening to our conversation. God knows our sincerity, so he is coming back again!!" Qianya was extremely excited, and he even felt that he could understand God's thoughts better than Wu.
At this time, God came over...
Kitooth was trembling all over, eager to try, waiting for God's praise.
However, the god ignored him, took the witch's arm, and walked aside, whispering something to each other.
Qian Ya stayed in place, his face frozen with excitement... He suddenly felt empty in his heart, it was obviously his idea, it was obviously his idea...
Not far away.
Zhou Li'an sent the pictures taken in this world to the old lady.
"Gold, gold!"
He was teaching pronunciation, not expecting the old lady to understand, but leaving at least an idea so that he would know what he needed next time we talked.
The old lady was worthy of being a tribal priest. At least she looked much smarter than the others, especially compared to the tall and muscular man just now who was missing half of his front teeth.
"Jing, light...jing." The old lady chanted silently.
Zhou Li'an smiled: "Gold, gold."
While showing her a lot of photos, including gold nuggets, gold jewelry, and even the scene where nugget gold was discovered, he patted his chest, meaning that he needed it.
The old lady probably understood.
But more emotions remained on the phone, and his expression was full of shock.
So, is this the power of God?
Can God seal a world within the palm of His hand?
She didn't dare to look at the forbidden things from God, for fear that she would also be sealed by God, so she turned around and shouted: "...r65$#...%￥"
Zhou Li'an still couldn't understand the indigenous words, but he knew clearly...
At 11:08:22 on May 8, 1400 AD on Blue Star, Zhou Li'an, the founder of the Seven Kingdoms, the Supreme God of Wind, the ruler of North America, and the true god who rescued the souls under the hooves of the buffalo, reached communication with his people for the first time.