Chapter 196

Now there's no need to build a house for Chinv anymore; just let them speed up and finish Yu's house, then send Yu, this lightbulb, outside as soon as possible—three people living in this one room is enough, and the space is still very large.

But Baifeng still hasn't had the thought of touching Chinv; she's really too frail and needs to be well-fed through the winter to gain some flesh. He still has Sui, and he doesn't know why he and Sui have had no children up to now. Baifeng also feels he's been working hard at farming—could it really be that because he once time-traveled, his body can no longer bear children?

After Baifeng styled Chinv, she became even more beautiful, and Baifeng is now very satisfied—he has two wives who meet his aesthetic standards. Although he hasn't become an emperor or prince like others who time-traveled to ancient times, with three palaces and six courtyards and three thousand beauties in the harem,

he has time-traveled to this bird-shitless wilderness era and lives with a group of primitive people, but at least he now has two women who suit his taste—it's not too much of a failure, after all.

After Chinv finished fussing over her hairstyle, she suddenly remembered she had something to tell Baifeng. She said she could now gather all the people of the Jiangben Tribe and bring them, along with the fire spirits, to Baifeng, hoping only that Baifeng wouldn't go back on his word and would provide them with corresponding food rations.

Actually, under these circumstances, Baifeng could now completely release all the people of the Jiangben Tribe and turn them into free persons—after all, it could just be considered Chinv's dowry. But unfortunately, doing so would make the people of the Baifeng Tribe seem too cheap in status. However, Baifeng isn't worried; he already has a plan. He can turn all these Jiangben Tribe warriors into free persons and still ensure everyone has no objections.

Baifeng immediately promised Chinv, so he let her go first to gather those fire spirits. He would also have the shaman adjust their living quarters so the entire tribe could live in the same area, making food distribution easier later. If Chinv was willing, she could also visit her people often.

Chinv happily ran off to the slave quarters, but if she had to search person by person, who knows when she'd finish? So Baifeng directly ordered the soldiers: go notify the person in charge of each slave quarter, have them pick out the Jiangben people, and do it quickly.

This really made things much more convenient. At first, when the soldiers called out, the Jiangben people thought one of their clan members had done something wrong and implicated them, so they wanted to hide and avoid it. But knowing the Baifeng Tribe's punishment for liars, they could only leave the labor slave teams nervously, trembling, and wait outside to be judged.

Finally, the soldiers brought them together. They saw not axe-men, but the beautifully dressed Chinv, and only then did they breathe a sigh of relief. Moreover, if Chinv hadn't spoken first, they wouldn't have recognized her. Too bad her figure is too poor—otherwise, dressed like this, she would absolutely be a beauty.

Chinv told them her current situation: from now on, she would be the tribal chief's woman. Hearing this, the people below weren't particularly happy, because this wouldn't bring them much change. It's just that this time, calling them over wasn't a bad thing after all.

When the Baifeng Tribe people nearby heard this, they all covered their foreheads and sighed. "Tribal Chief, what kind of woman can't you find? Why do you have to pick such an ugly woman?" The tribe-recognized beauties glanced at their own figures and thought they could easily outweigh two and a half Chinvs. Yet the tribal chief just wouldn't look up to them.

Chinv continued speaking, saying fire spirits could be exchanged for more grain and even a chance to escape slavery. But most of the people remained unmoved, because they believed the fire god had always protected them, and if they gave up the fire spirits, the fire god would no longer watch over them.

Seeing the people unwilling, Chinv had no choice but to keep persuading: "Who said that if you take out the fire spirits, the fire god will no longer protect us? I gave out the fire spirits, and then I was no longer a slave. Someone like me can become the tribal chief's woman, now wearing fine clothes and eating delicious food—isn't this the result of the fire god protecting me?"

The tribal chief also said: "As long as you give the fire spirits to him, he will exchange them for you—big houses, more food, and a chance to escape slavery. Slaves from other tribes don't have such an opportunity. This is the fire god helping us!"

Only then did some of the Jiangben people begin to waver. Some had already believed that when the Jiangben Tribe was destroyed, the fire god stopped protecting them—they had just forgotten to throw away the fire spirits. Now, hearing they could exchange fire spirits for food, they were eager and didn't even think this might be another form of the fire god's protection.

But no matter how Chinv explained, they had already abandoned their faith. Still, the most eager among them pulled out the fire spirits hidden in the lining of their clothes and placed them in the pottery jars before Chinv, afraid they hadn't cleaned them enough, and repeatedly dug inside with their fingers.

Seeing someone hand over fire spirits, those behind also began to waver and prepared to do the same. But they had no idea that the first few who had already given up their fire spirits had lost their faith and could hardly still be called Jiangben people.

Chinv saw the collection going smoothly and was very happy. At least their people would experience a change in life because of these carried fire spirits, and in the future, they would have a chance to escape slavery.

But in the end, over twenty people still refused to hand over their fire spirits, believing the fire spirits were everything to them. No amount of persuasion worked, so Chinv had no choice but to ask Baifeng for advice, since those few were actually the most loyal people of the Jiangben Tribe, and Chinv didn't want to see them continue suffering.

Looking at the three large jars full of bright yellow sulfur, Baifeng was overjoyed—whether those people handed over their fire spirits or not didn't matter anymore. These were already enough for him to tinker with for a long time, and he would definitely go back to the Jiangben Tribe's territory later to get more sulfur. These were for his experiments.

So Baifeng didn't make things difficult for those people—let them not hand over if they don't want to. They would receive the same treatment as those who did. As for whether internal conflicts would arise among them, that wasn't Baifeng's concern.

Chinv fulfilled her wish—the Jiangben people now live in relatively spacious rooms, eat food that's increased by twenty percent compared to before, and can now eat to seventy percent full each day. However, the dry work remains the same, and Baifeng, Sui, and Chinv now live together in an unashamed, unreserved life—just need to send Yu outside early.

With sulfur, Baifeng's saltpeter and charcoal have always been complete, plus the formula of one saltpeter, two sulfur, three charcoal, with a bit of white sugar—Da Ivan (four reviews, five judgments, six and a half years). With this ratio, Baifeng has no worry about being unable to make gunpowder. But he also knows that the gunpowder just made now actually has far greater shock power than killing power.