I was a charlatan in India

"The Great Deity promises that all those who gather people and lead them to good deeds on this path, and who achieve outstanding accomplishments, will attain the karmic reward of Brahmanship in this lifetime!"

You can become a Brahmin in this lifetime!

You could hear a pin drop inside.

His fists clenched, his breathing became heavy, and his eyes gradually turned fanatical...

Despite having heard it several times, everyone present yearned for this ultimate goal!

If they could truly change their caste, it would not only mean a stable and prosperous life, but also allow them to become the founders of the Brahmin family, protecting their descendants for countless years!

Nish slowly sat back down, regained his calm tone, and began to assign more specific tasks.

Shenhe plans to start from the grassroots level.

First, gather the followers under the Vaishyas and quickly build up their numbers. Then, negotiate a partnership with the Brahmin family and secure the sacred marriage.

They even negotiated directly with Vasudiv to intercept Mina.

Anyway, this family head is only after profit, so it doesn't matter who he cooperates with.

As a modern marketing manager, I possess countless marketing techniques, and my knowledge structure and logical thinking are far superior.

With the added power of the blessing, how could he possibly be no match for a merchant from a thousand years ago?

action!

Throughout history, there have been only two ways to unite the poor who are starving.

Give them food, and they'll treat them!

The latter requires some preparation, but the former can be started anytime as long as the scale is well-managed.

Serving porridge!

As for having Arti cook porridge, the main reason is that the rice in this godforsaken place is different from modern rice; it's short-grain rice.

This stuff, when cooked, is more like rice porridge, so wealthy people often add milk, ghee, or spices to it.

But they obviously can't do that.

The cost is too high.

Even if a few Vaishya merchants squandered their entire fortunes, it would be impossible to provide such high-quality food to a large number of poor people indefinitely.

Moreover, this type of porridge is prone to separation, which inevitably leads to some parts being treated differently during preparation, resulting in dissatisfaction.

The wisdom of our ancestors, that we should sometimes believe in inequality rather than scarcity, is something we should always respect.

Therefore, Shenhe set his sights on another form, which is porridge jelly.

Short-grain rice has a high starch content, making it perfect for making jelly, and it doesn't require much technical skill.

As the meeting progressed, the first pot of porridge was finally cooked.

Now we just have to wait for it to cool down and see how it goes.

Right now, the meeting has reached its final stage, which is also a part that Shenhe is very concerned about.

vow.

On the one hand, it's to give everyone a slogan, a central idea; on the other hand...

We'll trick you into giving us the right to make a wish!

The biggest drawback of this ascetic system is that it is easily manipulated by believers, causing Shenhe to be constrained from all sides and unable to respond to believers at will.

This step ensures that their followers waste opportunities on vows, thus allowing Shenhe to seize the initiative.

Those who join my religion, whether they practice asceticism or not, it doesn't matter, just tell me your wishes first!

Whether or not to use the power of asceticism, and where to use it, is up to me from now on!

The doctor led the group and gave the instructions in an unquestionable voice.

"If you have great sincerity and perseverance and are willing to practice this path, you may follow me to rebuild the lingam and make a vow."

"After this, sisters and brothers will share in the blessings of Heaven!"

Everyone naturally had no objections.

Guided by Nishi, each person grabbed a handful of soil mixed with incense ash and sculpted it into a small lingam in front of them.

When the thirteen lingams were arranged in a circle on the table, Nishi solemnly spoke.

"Touch it with your hand, and swear with me that this heart and this wish will reach the heavens."

"This heartfelt wish reaches straight to the heavens!"

It's unclear who started it, but everyone joined in.

They placed their hands on their respective clay sculptures and, following Nish, recited the carefully crafted oath.

"I am willing to practice the new Dharma for the Great Heaven and protect Bodhidharma."

"May we strive in this lifetime to witness great wisdom and enlightenment!"

This oath is utterly immoral, talking only of giving and not about receiving anything in return, but at this moment, a unique sense of pride welled up in everyone's hearts.

Seriously, it's hopeless.

The moment the words fell, Shenhe clearly felt the wishes of the twelve believers all converging on him, the false god.

These desires are fundamentally personal and selfish, yet they all point in unison to that vow of security.

Become!

Let's do it this way from now on!

Hehehe, from now on you'll work for me underhandedly and become a part of my power!

Devotion!

Soon, the authoritative voice echoed in everyone's minds.

"As you wish!"

So far, everything has gone very smoothly.

Except that the porridge wasn't cooked very well.

It has layers.

As mentioned earlier, the rice in India at that time was short-grain rice, which has small grains and high starch content.

This results in a thick layer of rice oil forming on top, while the bran sinks to the bottom, leaving only a thin, watery broth in the middle, creating a very uneven mixture.

Normally, you need to stir it before taking it out of the pot, but making it into aspic is a different story.

After all, it's impossible to solidify into a jelly if you stir it repeatedly.

As for Jia Mi, it was even worse; the amount of rice he had stolen or borrowed was already very limited.

We need to find a way to grind the rice into flour, or increase its viscosity.

I wish there were something like a millstone in this era.

Shenhe's consciousness flew into the air and began to wander around Varanasi in search of something.

The good news is that he quickly found a millstone.

Come to think of it, if they could steal wheat cakes, how could they not have a millstone?

As for thickening, Shenhe has quite a few options.

There is a very common plant in the Ganges River basin called water shield, which is rich in mucilage and easy to harvest.

In addition, Shenhe also found something resembling okra while he was wandering around.

In fact, that is okra.

This plant was introduced to India around 2000 BC and was cultivated on a large scale during the Mauryan dynasty. It was called "Bindi" locally.

The modern okra that Shenhe remembers is a variety that has been cultivated and improved in later generations, so there are some differences.

In addition, native Indian yellow groundcherry and fenugreek leaves can also be used to thicken.

However, since these two items are already used in medicine, their prices will be higher, and large-scale purchases may also cause problems.

The main ingredient is water shield, which can be harvested by believers and is easier to process, supplemented with okra.

Hmm... let's try borrowing some materials first.

Shenhe darted into Mina's kitchen.

He quickly found okra, but did not find water shield.

After all, this is not a regular food, nor is it high-class enough, so it would not appear in a Brahmin's kitchen.

However, Shenhe encountered some embarrassing things during this trip.

At this moment, Saraswati's cooks are standing in a row with their heads down.

Before them, the burly head chef paced back and forth, speaking in a gruff and unpleasant tone.

"I know that you all usually take some ingredients home with you."

"That's fine, the family won't starve you, but haven't some people gone too far lately?"

"The goods arrived just two days ago, haven't even been served yet, and they've vanished in the blink of an eye! How am I supposed to explain this?!"

Upon hearing this, Shenhe froze.

...It seems we can't just take advantage of one family.

He manipulated the incense ash and silently placed the okra back in the distance.

Then, it quietly slipped into the Gita family.

If you follow the heavens, you'll go hungry nine times in three days.

You can't trust Shiva...

Speaking of which, this young master Surya from the Gyu family really believes in God.

but……

At this moment, he was squatting on the ground without any regard for his image, aimlessly poking at the base of the Linga with a small twig, muttering to himself.

"I'm telling you, that's enough, Daddy."

"You made me a Kshatriya, isn't that so I can enjoy a life of luxury? Huh?"

"When are you going to let me go back? This wretched place is nowhere near as good as the capital!"

Shenhe was taken aback.

What a mess this is!

You...

However, immediately afterward, an extremely faint energy rose from the crouching figure's back, trembling... and connected to himself.

Shenhe: "..."

No way, with this attitude, how can he be considered a believer?

Does this diagnosis indicate some serious illness?!