Everyone exchanged glances. Good heavens, the Gaia Church had already built a society centered around faith.
Boiling water required faith, running the air conditioner required faith, turning on the lights required faith, using a computer required faith—even locking a door required faith.
Beyond that, exchanging for daily necessities and building houses also required faith to trade with the church.
Assuming a citizen's minimum daily contribution was one hundred units of faith, that hundred would only barely be enough to support a family.
Citizens received supplies according to their faith contributions. One hundred was merely the lowest citizen rank, entitling them to a few kilograms of food, half a ton of water, several grams of sugar and salt, and a small amount of fresh vegetables.
Those who could pray for several hundred or even several thousand units of faith a day were naturally filthy rich.
One shouldn't underestimate this minimum threshold for citizenship. Many people failed to meet it not because they objected to the Gods, but because the requirement was extremely high.
They had to be incredibly devout. Those who failed weren't lacking in piety—they simply weren't fanatical enough.
Those who weren't fanatical enough could only spend large amounts of time praying every day to make up for it with sheer hours of prayer.
Those who barely met the standard basically contributed all their daily faith in exchange for basic necessities and citizenship, leaving them unable to maintain their household statues of the Air Conditioner Deity, Electric Lamp Deity, and Deity of Water Heaters.
Whenever Mo Qiong and the others saw a household that didn't turn on the lights or use the air conditioner, it basically meant that the family was living below the poverty line.
Andy's family, at least, could keep the air conditioner running all the time, so