Summer is always very lively, and there are many things going on within the Demon Cult. The enthusiasm of the congregation for work has been mobilized, and there are basically no idlers.
The nearby town became prosperous and lively again. Although there was food in the church, it could not produce things like cloth, rouge, and jewelry on its own.
However, some people opened a winery and brewed their own wine for sale.
The shops in the town purchase items from other places that the Demonic Cult cannot produce themselves for sale.
As the number of women starting businesses increased and they gained purchasing power, cosmetics, jewelry, and clothing shops in the town became prosperous.
The Devil's Cult has been closed for a long time, and most of the women in the Cult are children of poor families at the bottom, so they don't know much about fashion and fashion.
What styles of clothes and what colors of flowers are popular among girls in the capital are the trends they strive to imitate.
Xiaojiao bought me a bunch of 'popular items' and put them together to look like a Christmas tree.
I didn't try any of them on, but Xiaojiao tried them on herself, and Wen Mian applauded them.
Yunzhou didn't hesitate to praise - beautiful!
The aesthetics of the three of them are too avant-garde, and they always seem out of place for me.
We farmed, ate, and had picnics in the fields all summer long.
I also learned cooking skills according to the recipes of the home-cooked restaurant owner. In the end, only Yunzhou survived, and the others spent the whole night squatting in the toilet.
They suspected that I used the poison from Dutang as a condiment. After eating it, it not only became dilute, but also had a dark taste.
After several attempts, no one dared to eat the food I cooked. This was the end of my cooking training and we started eating out again.
Elder Gongsun and the others have also recruited enough people who are willing to build outlying villages.
The past few years have been bad, there are more refugees, and there are too many people who are willing to work hard for a mouthful of food.
This is not the first time that the Demon Cult recruits refugees. It should be said that they do so every year.
In the past, the four elders were interested in the benefits of buying people at cabbage prices. When buying people in the servant market, they had to pay the standard price. They went to the refugee camp to select people without spending any money. From now on, they would just take care of the food.
There was no middleman to make the difference, so the four elders kept going to the refugee camps to buy people, quoted the market price, and pocketed public funds.
Elder Gongsun and others learned from this practice and went to the refugee camp to select many "brave men/wives". Someone was willing to give them a home and build a house without them paying any money. With such a good thing, death is nothing!
The Demon Cult doesn't really want them to die, it will train them how to protect themselves, warn them, and respond to enemies.
My fresh fruit plan is also being implemented. Some fruits are suitable for making preserved fruits. The store invites preserved fruit masters from other places to turn the hard-to-preserve and surplus fruits into dried fruits.
In addition to watermelons, I also have sweet potatoes on my land. I also asked someone to help me make more than half of the sweet potatoes into dried sweet potatoes, and save the rest for roasting in the winter.
The night at the end of summer was already a bit cool, and the secret guards sent out sent back news, reporting that there was a catastrophe in the world, and the martial arts returned to the era of melee.
The catastrophe in Yuancheng led to a reshuffle of the martial arts world. How many people and sects were waiting for this opportunity to re-divide their territory and climb to a higher level.
If the Wulin Alliance can no longer suppress people, then isn't that just revenge and grievance?
In addition to friends, there are also enemies in the world.
Various sects and masters killed openly and covertly, killing for hatred and profit.
Now they have gone crazy and are being killed into pieces.
As a dark force in the world, it is impossible for the Demonic Cult to be cared about by no one.
However, it is large in size and has a large number of people. The various sects that have been harmed by Fei Yutian Palace are also severely short of people.
The Demon Sect did not lose anything in the Yuancheng catastrophe.
The Demon Sect can welcome the New Year and summer harvest without incident, just because other sects have not yet had the strength and courage to attack.
A fight will happen sooner or later, so I told Elder Gongsun and the others that we must be fully prepared before then.
The first batch of crops produced must be stored, and the warehouse is in the forbidden area of the blood pool.
There are multiple underground shelters in the residential area. When the alarm in the tower sounds, the elderly, weak, women and children will gather in the nearest shelter according to the residential area.
The shelter is deep underground, the entrance is sealed, and the vents are elsewhere, making it difficult to find.
The common ancient methods of smoking, watering, etc. are useless.
The Poison Hall distributed a poison packet to each member of the congregation. If you don't open the first layer of the sealed leather, it will be an ordinary sachet. If you open the sealed layer, you will find the poison packet. You can shake or scatter it at the enemy, as long as the distance is not more than two meters and there is no strong wind. God, it works great.
The master of the poison hall specifically applied to me and demonstrated the safety of the poison bag.
It is very dangerous for everyone to have poison in their hands, but the master of the Poison Hall is very clever. He collected blood from everyone and used their blood to create tailor-made poison that is unique in the world.
To put it simply, it is poison with 'identification'.
If someone is poisoned by this poison, the dog trained by the Poison Hall will be able to smell who the poison belongs to.
The master of the poison hall specially sent people to publicize the poison bags when they were distributed, reminding everyone to take good care of their own poison bags, so as not to be used by others and take the blame for others.
The crime hall also came forward to publicize their ability to solve crimes and how high their detection rate was.
The execution hall then came out to publicize how cruel their punishment methods were, and life in their hands would be worse than death.
Their combined crime-fighting advertising is refreshing to me.
In the end, Wu Tang came out and used either an impassioned tone or a warm and gentle tone to remind the believers that we should be unanimous in dealing with the outside world and that poisonous packets should never be spread on our own people. In order to protect the homeland of the Demon Sect, please join hands and be optimistic. Keep away from poison bags, abide by religious rules, stay away from torture, and work together to create a better future for the Demonic Cult.
I almost cried when I heard it, and even wanted to apply for a poison bag to wear from the Poison Hall.
Yes, everyone has it, except me.
The master of the Poison Hall didn't dare to ask for my blood, he was afraid that he would never come back.
But who doesn’t know that the deputy leader’s martial arts skills are extraordinary and he is definitely not a human being, so why would he bother to use ordinary human hidden weapons?
I want to say...I'm sorry, but no one pays attention to me.
Is this the legendary feeling of being cold at high places?
I will individually test the good seedlings cultivated by Wutang, and I will teach those who pass the test their skills.
This is a highly confidential, top secret among top secrets. No one knows about the transfer except me and them.
What I am guarding against is not people from my own religion, but spies from outside.
I will give any spies who sneak in a chance.
It's easy to get in, but hard to get out.
As long as they pass information to their superiors, I will follow the clues and find their lair.
Fortunately, this world is still in ancient times with backward communication methods. There are only two ways for spies to transmit information to the outside world, using animals such as homing pigeons, or people.
After all, Mi Xin himself would not run back with long legs.
Unless there is a person with superpowers who can use the 'qi' thread to control it and run away, like me.
It's a pity that the spies are not superpowers, and the communication methods they use are still backward.
No matter where the living creatures they raise are hidden, I can find them and inject air threads into them.
So when they fly out of the headquarters and fly over the farmland, they will fall from the sky and be picked up by the people I send.
