Chapter 392: The First Ancient Lipstick Is Born

Upon hearing the name Ma Tian, Rongdi's face didn't look good, because he knew that Ma Tian, like Ma Ji, was not a good sort of person.

People of the You Su Tribe excel at Witch Gu Art; they are likely to be fraudulent.

"Yes, Ma Tian, he has now partnered with Ying; he isn't opposing us, so he sent cotton as a sign of peace, chief. I've placed these cotton here, I'm leaving now."

"Thanks, I'll have someone send it to you."

"No need, you see I came by carriage; this carriage is really convenient. Since the road opened, we can get here quickly. I'll go now; I still need to go to Yao Na, Yao will deliver all these cotton, I'm leaving."

"Ashu"

As Ashu was about to leave, Rongdi suddenly called out to him. Ashu, not knowing what he needed, stopped and turned his head to look at him, "What is it?"

Rongdi stepped forward and gave him a deep look; under the moonlight, Ashu's back seemed even more bent. He was old, yet his eyes were shining.

That was the light of hope.

Since Nan Qinghuan went to his tribe, he has had hope and improves day by day.

He wants to live a very long time, to eat more fine foods, and to feel what it's like to wear the legendary Cotton Clothes.

These are all his hopes.

Rongdi stepped forward, patted his shoulder, and said, "I'm sorry for the things of the past."

Those words left the Lone Wolf and Li Xiang stunned; this Rongdi actually apologized to Ashu.

This was something that had never happened before.

Li Xiang knows that Rongdi had previously invaded Ashu's tribe and killed their people; these Ancient People really struggled to survive.

He saw their resilient hearts beneath their toil, fighting for a better life, and such spirit moved him.

What reason would he have not to strive? Ashu was stunned by Rongdi for a while; when Rongdi saw him fall silent, he lowered his hand, a bit embarrassed, and said, "It's nothing, you go back first. Next time I'll treat you to a drink; when my Milk Wine is ready, you can come taste it."

Milk Wine is a specialty of the Rongdi Tribe; he rarely tells others. Of course, Ashu already knows that the Rongdi Tribe has many treasures.

"Haha, fine, I will definitely come. When the time comes, don't be stingy; I've already drunk a lot."

"Haha"

Because of a drink and a laugh, old grudges were erased.

Originally Ashu still felt a bit resentful, but at this moment, amid the laughter, it completely vanished within the vast forest.

Gone, from now on we are friends!

After Ashu left, the Lone Wolf truly didn't expect Rongdi to apologize to Ashu. Yao Na knew they had once fought to the death, and if Nan Qinghuan hadn't appeared and embraced Ashu's tribe, it would have been gone long ago.

And there would be no Cannibal Tribe now.

"Chief, you actually apologized to Ashu? Did I hear wrong?"

Rongdi gave him a glance, "Your ears are deaf. Go prepare some items; tomorrow we go to Market Day to trade for goods."

Since Rongdi wants to go, the other tribespeople naturally also want to go.

Because the market opens tomorrow, everyone is excited.

Everyone is preparing things they don't need to exchange for what they want tomorrow.

The Rongdi Tribe's people are excited, and Yao Na's tribe is the same.

Since everyone will prepare items to trade tomorrow, the Wolf Tribe is also bustling.

It's already midnight, yet some still light candles to sort the items they don't want to use, for tomorrow's exchange.

Outside the Tulou, crickets chirp, a lively chatter.

Yao Na stands on the Farmland, gazing over it; he knows Winter is coming soon, and this place will be buried under heavy snow, so the immediate priority is to ensure the tribe survives the winter well.

At least there is food, but there are no Cotton Clothes for winter; those Tiger Fur Coats are also extremely precious, no one can obtain even one.

He still feels many things are lacking.

For example, his woman ChaoJi should also have a Tiger Fur Coat.

He plans to, after the Market Street ends, hunt a big tiger, take its hide, and make a garment for ChaoJi.

While he was daydreaming, a voice from outside announced ChaoJi.

"Yao Na, Ashu has arrived."

Ashu came to deliver cotton; that night the tribespeople couldn't sleep any more.

Cotton, they consider it a heavenly gift; it's warm and comfortable, far better than covering themselves with straw.

So… everyone came to watch the spectacle.

Upon hearing that Ashu came to deliver goods, Yao Na was naturally very pleased.

It seems that Ma Tian truly keeps his promises.

"Is that so?"

ChaoJi, delighted, nodded, grabbed his arm to lead him somewhere; her smiling face was full of blossoms, looking very happy.

"Come, I'll take you to see it; there's so much cotton, I want to make a garment for you."

"A garment?"

It was the fourth watch of the night, and outside the Tulou was very quiet.

When Ying returned, he discovered that Nan Qinghuan was missing from the room.

He immediately became a bit panicked, "Qinghuan, Qinghuan."

In the Plane Mall, Nan Qinghuan heard Ying calling her name, hurriedly stepped out, and when Ying saw her emerge, he immediately rushed forward and embraced her.

"You scared me to death, where did you go?"

"Don't touch me, my Lipstick is about to be ready."

"Lipstick?"

What surprised Ying was that Nan Qinghuan was actually making something.

That thing was a small, very strange-looking object, and it was icy cold.

"Qinghuan, what is this?"

"This, ah, is made from your raw material; unfortunately there's too little, so I could only make two boxes. But I tried it and it's not bad; it seems many ancient things can be turned into modern items. Look, is it pretty?"

They are two tiny Lipsticks; although the quantity is small, this is definitely a feat.

Ying assumed she made this for herself, since she looked very beautiful with the red on, and he was very eager, but there was never enough of it.

"Qinghuan, even without applying it you're beautiful; with you like this, I want you every day…"

Nan Qinghuan: "…"

What is this man saying? She hurriedly put the Lipstick away; this wasn't prepared for me, it's what I need to exchange tomorrow.

"What? You didn't prepare it for yourself; you're going to exchange it, Qinghuan. These women don't understand yours."

"What's there that can't be understood? As long as they're women, they can understand, and they all like it."

Ying, however, thought she was so naive; the women of this Tribe wouldn't trade anything for this useless Lipstick.

"These women don't like this Lipstick; perhaps they could only trade a serving of wild vegetables. Do you believe that?"

"Wild vegetables? That's not certain; I think we could trade a Sheep."

Nan Qinghuan was confident, because in her view the tribe members have already solved their food and clothing needs, so they would naturally be curious about these fresh things, like learning to dress themselves.

Loving beauty is innate; women of any era, even in ancient times, are the same.

"A Sheep?"

Ying thought this was a pipe dream; Qinghuan was too confident.

He knew which women of the Tribe would have a Sheep to exchange for such a small item.

Impossible.

The values are unequal.

"Qinghuan, shall we make a bet?"

Nan Qinghuan was not willing to lose.

"Sure, how shall we bet?"

Ying whispered a sentence into her ear; hearing it, Nan Qinghuan's face suddenly flushed scarlet.

"You…"

"Qinghuan, I am willing to accept defeat."

Nan Qinghuan looked at his mischievous grin and smiled, "Alright, what will you do if you lose? If I can bring back a Sheep, what will you do?"

The couple were betting over this matter.

The next day, the Market street of Ying Tribe had already opened.

This day was the busiest of Ying Tribe.

The tribe members who had come from far away gathered here from all directions; that day, the street was extremely bustling.

Sure enough, the Market street was as lively as Nan Qinghuan had imagined.

Many people from the Tribe arrived; the once bustling avenue was now full.

All tribe members carried the items they wanted to exchange, searching the street for goods; of course, Nan Qinghuan was no exception.

At a bustling corner of the street, a group of women wore Grass Skirts, their upper bodies clad in Beast Skin, with dark skin, high noses, and big mouths; yet now they were interested in a small item.

Upon closer look, that was Nan Qinghuan's stall.

Nan Qinghuan was sitting at the stall, introducing her Lipstick.

This was the first item to be exchanged.

"Qinghuan, look at them…"

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