Chapter 388: Saw the Plant That Makes Lipstick

Ma Ji kept cursing Ying, and Ying clenched his fist but said nothing; if it were in the past, anyone who dared to say that would have torn that man to pieces.

But now it's different, because he knows these curses will never become reality.

Qinghuan is a Goddess; no one can curse her, nor can anyone curse her child.

On the contrary, this Ma Ji must be eliminated.

Na Yao heard this and grew even more furious, "How dare you, so bold to curse our Goddess, pull him down, cut his flesh and feed it to the eagles!"

After Ma Ji was taken away, a gut‑wrenching scream soon echoed from outside; killings have become common in this tribe, and the clan members have grown accustomed to them.

After Ma Ji died, Ying went out and saw his head severed, then tied to a wooden stick and placed on a branch; Ma Ji's eyes stared at Ying with a round, fixed gaze.

Na Yao followed behind him, "He's dead; I hope Ma Tian won't end up like him in the future."

"Don't worry, I still know my brothers. Although Ma Tian isn't exactly a good sort, he's at least brighter than Ma Ji; Ma Tian will speak his mind about what he wants, but Ma Ji harms people behind their backs. Na Yao, my plan is to get through this Winter first, get our Market street running smoothly, and then next year more clan members will come to join us. Our town is about to begin."

"Town?"

Although Na Yao didn't know what a town was, it sounded interesting to him. The tribe becoming a town— but hadn't Qinghuan said it could become a demonstration village before? The village is abandoned? "The Goddess said the village is abandoned?"

Ying shook his head, "Qinghuan didn't expect our development to be this fast; the village is already insufficient, so if we want more people to have better lives, this Market street is crucial for us. Tomorrow you should bring your clan members to the Market street to trade for goods; I want to see the splendor of Shanhai Yishi here."

Ying's eyes were full of yearning; he seemed to have glimpsed the future Qinghuan spoke of.

What is he still afraid of now? With Qinghuan here, he is no longer afraid.

Na Yao saw the expectation in his eyes; in fact, he also looks forward to it!

He lifted his gaze toward the distance, where a earth‑shattering change seemed about to occur.

Soon, they will witness a new world.

As night fell, when Ying returned, Nan Qinghuan was cooking with A Mu; tonight's dishes were excellent—fish, sheep, and Chili!

The Chili had been hard to find; deep autumn had wiped out the Chili, but the tribe had Salt, which she could use to pickle it, and any leftovers could be saved for later.

However, with only Salt, pepper, and Chili, the flavors were too bland.

She was pondering how to obtain more seasonings.

For example, the star anise and cinnamon that modern people like; she hasn't found these in the tribe, nor knows if other tribes have them.

So she looks forward to tomorrow's Market street very much.

Then many clan members will come here to trade, and she can also exchange for what she wants.

"Qinghuan, tomorrow the Market street begins; what would you like to exchange?"

A Mu was also very excited; before, to trade for goods one had to go to Shanhai Yishi every month—it was too far, she couldn't travel far, so she had to rely on others to trade for her. Now this street is right outside her own tribe; it's false to say she's not thrilled.

So she wants to ask Qinghuan what she wants to exchange. Nan Qinghuan also doesn't know what to exchange; she'll have to see tomorrow's situation, because she isn't sure what surprises the clan members of Jiuzhou Dadi will bring.

"A Mu, just exchange whatever you like; what do you want most?"

"Me?"

A Mu was overjoyed, her eyes full of happiness, "I just want to get your child a Tiger Skin Clothing."

"A small clothing?"

Nan Qinghuan was a bit annoyed, "What small clothing? There's an old woman named Dong Po whose hands are skillful; she makes cute little clothes for kids. Shall we see tomorrow?"

Nan Qinghuan saw A Mu so happy and nodded, "Alright."

In fact, she also looked forward to seeing what would appear at tomorrow's Market street; she was very curious!

Because Jiuzhou is so vast, Ying had said there are dozens of tribes of various sizes nearby—some live deep in ancient forests, others on mysterious hilltops, so she still doesn't know exactly how many tribes there are.

However, as the leader of the first great tribe in Jiuzhou, Ying has already issued the order to open the Market street; tomorrow the time to witness miracles arrives.

"Qinghuan, eat more, hey, why hasn't Ying returned yet?"

As A Mu's words fell, footsteps came from outside, "Ying is here."

"Qinghuan, A Mu"

Outside, Ying strode forward, and upon entering gave Nan Qinghuan a huge hug, looking enviable to onlookers.

"Ying, A Mu is still here?"

A Mu naturally knew their close bond; before, because Nan Qinghuan wasn't pregnant, she had been quite worried and even considered finding a female for Ying, but after Qinghuan had a child, she no longer brought it up.

She knew their relationship.

"I didn't see anything. That's enough, Ying. Qinghuan is tired; put her down and let's eat."

Ying smiled, then gently set Nan Qinghuan down, and mysteriously took out a bunch of flowers bearing red fruit from beside him.

"Qinghuan, a gift for you—do you like it?"

Seeing the plant called the Pusan flower, Nan Qinghuan was overjoyed, "Where did you find this?"

"Do you like it?"

She didn't have time to nod, then plucked a fruit, crushed it, and with a "bang" the bright red liquid splashed onto her hand, looking very beautiful.

"It's really a Pusan flower; this can be used to make Lipstick—so pretty."

She was truly delighted, never expecting that in this ancient age she could find a material for Lipstick. Indeed, she could use Lipstick to trade for things.

Although ancient women claimed they didn't care much for dressing up, everyone has a love for beauty.

She can give it a try!

There aren't many items to trade here; if Lipstick could be used as currency that would be great. She believes she can make it, and ancient women would like it.

Ying and A Mu were both puzzled; Ying didn't understand what she meant, furrowing his brows, "Qinghuan, what is Lipstick?"

Nan Qinghuan smiled; under the candlelight she took the red liquid and gently applied it to her lips, and instantly a flash of amazement crossed Ying's eyes.

By the firelight, although Nan Qinghuan wore no makeup, those crimson lips now made one want to kiss them.

Seeing this, Ying's blood boiled with excitement.

He had never known that this red stuff looked so good on the lips.

Nan Qinghuan saw Ying stare blankly for a moment and decided to tease him; it was still her first time applying Lipstick in front of him, and it was incredibly natural.

"Ying, does it look good?"

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