Thank you brothers, I will give you a few monthly tickets to guarantee you at the end of the month...

According to Wen Fei's plan, the hundreds of families in Qingshan Town only cost a few cents per dollar, which is seven or eight times less than what Mr. Chen said.

After all, every town citizen agrees with Wen Fei's opinion very much.

They immediately expressed their opinions that they would often come to the temple to burn incense in the future. This made everyone leave happily.

The statue of the Ghost Emperor's God last time was cut corners due to the rush to work. After a while, it was damaged.

This time, the statue of the god was re-established, but there was no rush, so naturally, we had to follow the traditional craftsmanship step by step.

The most important thing is not these, but Wen Fei must use secret techniques to sacrifice and refine the statue to make its bloodlines connected so that he can absorb the incense and vows attached to the statue.

Moreover, Wen Fei customized two of them this time. Although his appearance does not look like Master Wen, Wen Fei left his natal talisman in it, and used his essence and blood to consecrate it.

These statues have a mysterious link with Wen Fei on the essence, qi and bloodline. They can almost be said to be the incarnation of Master Wen, which is equivalent to Wen Fei himself endorsing the power of incense.

After this incident, Wen Fei directly renamed the City God Temple to the Ghost Emperor Temple. The common people didn't know why, but just thought that the Ghost Emperor was actually King Yama, so naturally they had no other thoughts.

On the contrary, some people praised Wen Fei for his good name. In the past, the mountain gods and city gods were all ghost officials under the King of Hell. Now, they directly worship King of Hell, but it saves much trouble. The knowledge of the old country peasants made Wen Fei feel a little amused and crying.

Just when the incense in the Ghost Emperor Temple was getting stronger, the connection with World B was not idle.

It has not been a week, and it only takes five days. The Section Chief Wang, who was confident, has some ability and actually drove a Dongfeng 140 to Qingshan Town.

In the eyes of Master Wen Da, such an old car is naturally an antique-level thing. However, in this era, it is different.

This truck not only saved Erqi, which was already in trouble at the time, but also positioned its civilian truck market, allowing it to play a huge role in the development of the national economy in the early days of China's reform and opening up.

In the 20 years from the late 1970s to the late 1990s, Dongfeng 140 trucks ran around the country and became the most familiar truck product for Chinese people.

If the old liberation represents the unforgettable years in the early days of the founding of the People's Republic of China, then Dongfeng 140 represents the novel and passionate magical era in the early days of the reform and opening up.

You should know that more than one million cars were sold. In that era when the consumption level was far from comparable to later generations, what was the concept of selling a million cars?

It can be said that two-thirds of the trucks running on the roads in the entire country are this truck!

When the brand new blue paint truck drove to Qingshan Town, the people in Qingshan Town were excited. This was the second car in the town (the first one was the old Beijing 212 in the town). And this was a privately purchased car!

In this era when tens of thousands of households can still be broadcast on the news broadcast, Qingshan Town is a remote and poor place, and someone can buy a private car. It is conceivable what kind of sensation it will cause.

This made Master Wen a little doubtful, and I wonder if he would cause any trouble if he was so arrogant.

He just thought of getting a car to facilitate transportation, but he did not expect that such a car could cause such a big sensation.

In response to this, Section Chief Wang comforted: "You should know that these trucks are in short supply everywhere. How many people have bought them now? That is, your Qingshan Town is too remote. That is why it caused such a big sensation!"

Wen Fei thought about it, and that batch of bars was three months later. It can be seen how in short supply, so he knew that this thing would never be as few as he imagined. In other words, Qingshan Town is too remote and people are so strange!

Thinking of this, Wen Fei was completely at ease. This old-fashioned truck weighed five tons, and if it was overloaded, Wen Fei would probably have no problem transporting seven or eight tons of goods.

The transportation capacity of Wen Da Tianshi was completely solved at once, and Wen Fei quickly entered the era of mechanization from the human power stage of pushing a cart.

When Master Wen drove a rumbling car to the Aziman tribe, the people in the entire tribe were stunned. Countless warriors shouted, took out their weapons, fearful but gritted their teeth and rushed over like this barbaric strange thing.

Until Wen Fei pressed the horn and opened the car door, so that the people of the Aziman tribe could see him. The people of the Aziman tribe stopped in awe.

They regarded the iron cart as the mount under Wen Fei's seat, just like the horse under their crotch.

Only the bravest warrior can tame the strongest horse, and Wen Fei can tame such a giant, enough to scare any warrior who claims to be the bravest.

Even the most knowledgeable wizard Aziman was shocked when he heard the news and rushed over. The other warriors did not dare to approach the behemoth.

Only Aziman came to the truck, touched the body with his hand, and couldn't help but swallow and spit deeply: "This... is this steel...it's rare steel that grows from this monster?"

Wen Fei was a little puzzled at first, but soon he understood it, but he became a little amused.

Just like the first Europeans always thought that silk grew from trees. Although these Indians began to use steel weapons, they never knew how steel was refined.

Now when I saw Master Wen’s mount, I even thought that this steel grew out of such a monster...

Wen Fei was not willing to explain a few more words about this. It would be better to let these guys maintain more awe of themselves!

"Where did those prisoners go?" Wen Fei asked strangely, talking to him.

Last time, hundreds of prisoners were escorted outside Aziman's tribe. This time I looked at it, but I disappeared.

If Master Wen Da Tian hadn't known that these Indians in North America were different from those in South America and had no custom of blood sacrifice at all, he would have thought that all the prisoners would have been killed.

"When those Wilts were defeated, they naturally became people from our tribe. Those were powerful warriors and women who could give birth to children. When children grew up, they were also important population resources in the tribe. As for those old people..."

Aziman made a gesture: "Keep it is a waste of food, of course he was killed!"

Wen Fei almost smiled bitterly when he heard Aziman's words. However, this kind of thing is actually a limitation of productivity and has nothing to do with morality.

When productivity is very low and it is impossible for everyone to fill their stomachs, the survival of the fittest in nature and the survival of the fittest will be taught to people.

First, let the middle-aged people have enough food. They are the main force of production labor. Then there are children and women, which are used to reproduce offspring and inherit genes. Women can also sew and cook and do a lot of work.

But only those old people have never been the ones they pay attention to.

"Now our tribe can dispatch 1,200 warriors!" Aziman said with confidence: "Apart from the Hurons nearby, no tribe is our opponent! Of course, there are those white ghosts..."

"So, we must first beat those white ghosts. When they are not yet firm in their foothold, we will beat them away." Wen Fei said: "In that way, only I can supply all kinds of supplies to your tribe, and those white ghosts will sell things to many tribes at the same time!"

Aziman also felt that Wen Fei's words were very reasonable, and he shouted: "But Wizard Wen Fei, you have something wrong. It's not your tribe, but our tribe! Now we Aziman people are ready to worship the Great Ghost Emperor."

Wen Fei laughed: "I have brought the statue of God!"

Although this truck is a towed convertible, Wen Fei also specially built a green rainproof cloth tent on it.

This time I opened the tent from behind, and all kinds of supplies were dazzling.

Not to mention hundreds of machetes and axes, Master Wen brought hundreds of sets of clothes this time. The most conspicuous one was a statue of the Ghost Emperor with lacquered gold.

The Indians had a chaotic belief and were still in a very primitive stage. Various mountains, rivers, even strange rocks and trees, and even strange animals, may be worshipped by them.

Therefore, although it is a bit strange when you see the statue brought by Master Wen, you won’t feel strange when you see it.

At this moment, some warriors in the clan respectfully carried the statue out of the car and took them all the way to the three-legged strange rock in the center of the tribe.

Wen Fei saw that how could it be done here with wind and rain? This is a clay statue?

He said immediately: "This statue of god cannot be touched by water, and it is not suitable to be put together with the ancestor spirit. Why not just find a house in a corner and put it in!"

Wen Fei said that although he was modest, the Azimans could not really find a place to put the statue of the god in it?

Even when they were in the primitive witch religion, these Azimans would know that it was inappropriate. Gods and people lived in different houses, so where could they worship gods?

At that moment, a wooden house was quickly built in the center of the town. Anyway, it was not difficult to build such a house. There were wooden boards on all sides, and there were thatched roofs such as banana leaves on them.

Using more manpower is just a few hours before dark, the house was built.

At that time, the statue of the Ghost Emperor was enshrined. At this time, it was just dusk, and all kinds of hunting and working people returned one after another.
Chapter completed!