Money isn't omnipotent!
Beta had written this sentence into the doctrine. As the god of wealth and commerce, Woking's doctrine told people that money wasn't omnipotent. On the surface, this seemed to be denying Woking's clergy, but as long as one read the doctrine written by Beta, they would know that there was another sentence at the end. Money wasn't omnipotent, but it was very important.
Also, Beta cleverly equated money and kinship with family in an exaggerated manner. For example, having an old man in every family was equivalent to having a rare magic book. His knowledge and experience were the greatest wealth in the world.
A virtuous wife was better than a thousand pieces of gold.
Only when the family was harmonious could they work together to make a lot of money. If the family was not harmonious, no matter how much money they had, it would slowly be squandered.
These sentences were similar to some proverbs on Earth, written in straightforward words and put into the doctrine. If these words had only come from Beta's mouth, they naturally wouldn't have much appeal, but the problem was that these words had now entered the doctrine, which was a god's command. This way, these words had a very strong belief.
After all, the doctrine was the god's idea.
As a divine creature, although Shirley was knowledgeable, she obviously didn't understand the human heart very well. Beta explained to her why they couldn't directly give money to the slum farmers. "People are lazy creatures. If it's money earned through their own efforts, they will cherish it. But if it's reaping without sowing, or even if it's money given by others, they will spend it lavishly. "
"What does that matter?!" Shirley said, puzzled. "Each household can get five copper coins a day, which can buy their faith and hearts. This will be very beneficial to our power and spirit here."
"But we can't give them money forever." Beta sighed. "If one day we break this rule, then not only will they be unhappy, they will even blame us. Such a believer. Are you sure this is what the goddess wants? "
Shirley, however, didn't quite believe it. "Impossible, how could there be such a bastard?"
However, Beta shook his head and said, "Yes, and I've personally seen such a situation more than three times. That's why I said that people's hearts are very complicated. Not everyone will be able to maintain a normal state of mind after the unearned wealth is cut off. "
As a divine creature, Shirley lacked common sense. But she could tell if most people were lying.
She could feel that when Beta said this. He was a little disappointed. In other words, he had personally experienced this kind of thing, so he came to this conclusion.
Shirley couldn't help but hold onto Beta's hand and whispered, "Tonight, you can use me as a scabbard, okay?"
Beta was taken aback. "That's not good."
"Why?" Shirley couldn't understand, "Am I not beautiful? Or is my figure not good enough? "
Beta shook his head. "You're one of the most beautiful women I've ever seen. But you're a divine creature, so you shouldn't be entangled with mortal idiots like us. I've heard that if a divine creature is contaminated with mortal emotions or something else … Not only will their strength decline, but their lifespan will also be much shorter. "
Divine creatures were holy. They themselves were the embodiment of the "essence" of the gods. And everything in the mortal world was an unbearably filthy substance for divine creatures, which would make their bodies no longer pure and perfect.
And they weren't like the gods. They had a powerful self-cleansing ability.
Shirley, however, said indifferently, "So what if your lifespan is shorter? At most, you'll have nine thousand years instead of ten thousand. Besides, the reason I was' born 'was that the goddess wanted you to have a scabbard to use, so that you wouldn't run around looking for that half-blood succubus all day. "
Shirley was seductive and sexy, but she was also a pure woman. The purpose she was created for. It was to "serve" Beta. For her, doing things like that with Beta and making him happy was her duty in the first place. There was no need for other morals or other factors.
Her own lifespan, her own strength. Her own dignity was not within the scope of her consideration at all.
Beta, however, was somewhat amused. "What, did the goddess tell you about that?"
Shirley nodded hard, looking extremely innocent. "Yes, the goddess also said that if I can't even beat that succubus, I can just die. There's no value in my existence."
Beta frowned as he listened. He didn't expect that Woking, a seemingly rational goddess, would be strangely competitive in this regard. Did she think that Shirley, with her looks and figure, couldn't conquer a man, couldn't beat a half-blood succubus, so it would hurt her self-esteem?
That was unlikely! Beta denied the idea in his heart.
But he still felt that Woking was a very strange goddess. She was very arrogant, but she had once suppressed him in the dark. However, she had given up halfway through, and now she treated him very well. Although she was expressionless and even sarcastic every time they met in the spiritual world, Beta unexpectedly found that she was very easy to talk to.
Beta felt that, apart from her identity as a goddess, Woking didn't seem to be much different from an ordinary woman.
But that was a good thing … Beta was happy to work for a goddess who had "humanity." If a goddess only knew absolute rationality and order, then no matter how powerful and beautiful she was, Beta would still stay away from her.
A god like Woking would be a good friend for him. Beta felt that building a few more temples and recruiting more believers for Woking was the least he could do as a friend.
Building a temple in the slums was very troublesome because of the inconvenient transportation. The cost was much higher than building a temple in a rich area. But Beta felt that it was worth it.
To put it bluntly, faith was based on people. And the faith of the poor, as long as it was done properly, was easier to obtain than that of those big shots, and it was also more solid and lasting, and it wouldn't be easy to change.
Most importantly, there were many people in the slums.
With the help of Joan Of Arc's vision, Beta drew all the roads and buildings in the slums on a piece of paper. Then, after a noon revision, he made a simple reconstruction sequence. After lunch, he took Shirley and the students to the center of the slums.
There was already a circle of people there, and this time most of them were strong men. Although they looked weak, as long as they ate for a few days, they would be good workers.
Among these men, there were some women and children, less than one-tenth of the total number. These people's families probably didn't have men, or men couldn't do heavy work.
Looking at the pairs of eyes full of expectation and hope. Beta said, "I'll confirm again, men are five copper coins a day. Women and children are three copper coins each. Does anyone have any objections? If not, then I'll announce the content of the work now. "
At this time, a man stood up and asked, "Sir, five copper coins per person is not a low cost for a day. It's not a problem for a day or two, but are you sure you can afford it for a few months? "
"Truman, don't talk nonsense. This is a big shot." Zorro, who was listening at the side, was very clear. This man was a saint who could talk to God. Doubting him was like doubting God. What if God got angry and didn't want to build a temple here?
Beta raised his hand to stop the anxious Zorro. He took out a few gold bricks from the space and threw them on the ground. The dazzling luster of the gold almost blinded the eyes of all the poor people. Their eyes were filled with greed and desire, but no one dared to move.
"You have more than a thousand people here. I'll take a step back. Even if you have two thousand people. Five copper coins per person, that's only ten thousand copper coins a day. That's only one gold coin. " Beta smiled faintly, as if he was rich and overbearing. "It's only thirty gold coins a month as wages. These bricks of gold, each piece will be melted down. Every such piece can be smelted into at least a hundred gold coins. I can make you work for several years. Do you think I can't afford it?"
The poor man called Truman retreated into the crowd in shame.
In this world, the gap between the rich and the poor was so big that it made people feel despair. There were at least a thousand gold bricks in Beta's space. These were the spoils of war he had obtained after ransacking the treasuries of two families. He didn't dare to say that he was as rich as a country. But he dared to say that ordinary nobles didn't have as much gold as him.
A few students walked over, picked up the gold bricks, and gave them to Beta. Then, Beta turned his hand and placed the six gold bricks in Zorro's hand. "I know you don't really trust me, but it's fine. I'll put the money in the hands of someone you trust. Zorro is the most honest person in the slums. In the future, you will receive your daily wages from Zorro. How about it? "
None of the slums said anything, but their eyes told Beta that they were very satisfied with this decision.
But Zorro was very depressed as he held the gold bricks. He said with a bitter expression, "Sir Beta, can I refuse this job?"
Beta said half-jokingly, "If you don't do this, I won't build a temple here."
Zorro also knew that Beta was joking, but he didn't dare to treat it as a joke. The slum people had waited for so many years for such an opportunity. Not only could they build a temple here, but they could also work for the temple and receive wages!
If this kind of thing was told outside, eleven out of ten people wouldn't believe it.
He asked his teeth and said, "Okay, I'll take it."
Beta nodded in satisfaction and then said, "Naiden, Lucien, Arthur, Valentine. The four of you go pick people, choose a direction, and rebuild the road. Aldrich, take a hundred people to be in charge of the purchase and transportation of materials. Harvey, take the women and children, and make a lot of soup, and put some salt in it. We won't provide meals, but we have to help them solve the problem of drinking water. Otherwise, it won't be kind. "
The six students nodded in unison and noted down their responsibilities. When they were in Reed Village, they had helped manage the walls of Reed Village and the construction of roads, so they were very experienced.
Seeing that everyone had something to do, Shirley pointed at herself. "What about me?"