jdhmnovel Chapter 271 I Became a Goddess in Africa (Part 5)
Chapter 271 I Became a Goddess in Africa (Part 5)
Under Qingmo's iron-fisted rule, the men in the tribe, no matter how unwilling they were, had no choice but to submit.
Fortunately, adult men no longer need to cross their legs. Education must start from childhood, but it's just a pity for those little sprouts.
"Child, do your father and the others no longer need to wear lip-binding? They're all so old, it's heartbreaking to see them like that."
Qingmo looked at her mother with a half-smile. Although she was also afraid of the goddess, she was still her daughter. Seeing that Qingmo was quite polite to her, she mustered up her courage and spoke.
That's really funny.
When they apply lipstick to themselves, they don't care. When they apply it to their daughters, they feel it's only natural. But when it comes to men, they start to feel sorry for them.
"Mom, does it hurt?"
"It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt. When you were little, you didn't know what pain was. But when you grow up, you get used to it."
"Heh, it doesn't hurt? If it doesn't hurt you, what are you worried about? This is the rule I set. Whether the women want to have sex or not is their business. But if the men don't follow it, then they can expect divine punishment."
Qingmo's words made her mother's face turn pale, and she dared not say another word.
The women around, upon hearing the goddess's words, dared not say anything more, but they still felt a little sorry for their men.
What is this? It's probably servility.
The foam didn't care about that, it was all about the plate.
They cut their lips open one by one, leaving them bleeding profusely, but they still had to do it. As long as they didn't die, they would do it to the point of death.
Infections and hygiene are not issues here.
They've long been used to this place where bacteria can be found even in the air; it's just a little bit of pain, they can just bear it and it will pass.
What's with all this talk about feeling sorry for them? We're not even the same race, so what's there to say? Just torture them to death. As for giving them a good life?
You actually believe that? Don't be so naive.
The tribe was in full swing with a series of lip-binding ceremonies, and Qingmo finally got to live in a big house as she had always dreamed of.
Yeah, it's pretty big, maybe 50 square meters. In this area, it's probably considered a luxury house.
It was built with earth, so it was fine. Apart from getting a little dusty, it was perfectly clean.
She moved some furniture out of her space, and it actually looked quite decent. We're living a good life on this African land now.
Tell Mother China that we are not bad.
If you want a house, we have earthen houses.
If you need a vehicle, we have oxen and horses.
If I want power, I can control the life and death of an entire tribe—that's the epitome of a rich, beautiful, and powerful woman.
And look at its appearance, this dark little thing is so cute! Apart from being a bit dark and having slightly rough skin, it has absolutely no flaws.
Those teeth were so white they practically shone.
No wonder everyone says to use Darlie toothpaste, it's absolutely true.
"Goddess, all the men in the tribe have completed the ritual. Please give your instructions."
Looking at the large wooden plate balanced on the chief's mouth, Qingmo raised an eyebrow without making a sound.
For adult males like this, they go straight for the big plate; no one's going to bother with any fancy preparations. If it breaks because it can't hold up, then that's just fate.
If all else fails, just sew it up with a needle and thread and keep working on it. It's no big deal.
As for that ring of bloody scars? Who cares?
"Ha, now that the ceremony is complete, of course we should expand the tribe, constantly annex and expand outwards to increase the labor force. Those who are not of our kind will surely have different hearts. If we, the Panchun tribe, are going to do something, we will be kings."
Chief: ...
Despite his inner complaints, he knew that his tribe consisted mostly of the elderly, the weak, the sick, and the disabled, with very few able-bodied men, numbering only a few hundred. How could they compare to a large tribe?
But despite his complaints, having taken the Loyalty Pill, he was naturally determined to support the Goddess to the death. Besides, with the Goddess around, what did they have to fear?
So, following Qingmo's instructions, the tribe began to expand outwards.
Those tribes weaker than them were no match for the Pan-Lip tribe's attack and were all swallowed up.
The elderly, women, and children of the annexed tribes were left behind, while the able-bodied men naturally had to continue fighting. When fighting the next group, they became cannon fodder.
Of course, annexation means they also have to join the lip-circle tribe, and naturally they all have to follow the rules.
Men, plates.
If you don't play the game, you'll die.
These primitive tribes are very poor. Apart from cattle and sheep, their most valuable possession is probably their population.
Qingmo naturally looked down on all of that; what she wanted was to increase the population, hehe.
However, as the territory expanded, problems arose one after another. The cultural differences between different tribes were huge, and internal conflicts gradually intensified.
Qingmo didn't care and continued to implement a high-pressure policy.
"Either submit or die, it's your choice."
Small tribes use cannon fodder, large tribes use Qingmo to set fires, and little Karami.
A soldier who doesn't want to be a general isn't a good soldier.
Now that she's become a goddess, she naturally has to lead her people to a better future.
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Two years later.
"How much? How much for one?"
"One thousand dollars."
"Sold out, all sold out. Here's the money. I'll come back to you next time I need more stock."
"Nice, nice, you're a good kid."
Qingmo happily counted her banknotes, while the people behind her were a bit far away and couldn't hear what she was saying at all.
One of the tribesmen asked, "Chief, what is the goddess doing? Those white people are so white. Is the goddess leading us to conquer their tribe?"
The chief shook his head and replied earnestly, "Alas, the goddess has also worried herself sick for us. In order to ensure our survival, the goddess said she would send you to work. There is bread, milk, and countless cattle and sheep pastures there. Children, you are blessed."
"Alas, it's because I'm old and useless now. Otherwise, I would have gone with you chief to enjoy the good life. I was born at the wrong time, at the wrong time."
The chief puffed on his old-fashioned pipe, taking one puff after another, feeling quite pleased with himself.
This was a gift from his goddess daughter; it's a real mind-refreshing concoction. Put some leaves in it, and it smokes really well.
"Father, is that really true? Something seems off to me. Why is my sister smiling so happily when she sends us off to work?"
The chief smacked his eldest son on the forehead with his pipe. "What sister? Calling her a goddess? Who are you to call a sister?"
"Would a goddess harm you? You bunch of good-for-nothings! Aren't your brothers all here? Go live a good life, or else you can go back to herding cattle."
Her brother pursed his lips, shook his lip, and reluctantly retreated back into the line, not daring to say another word.
He didn't want to miss out on this incredible fortune.
"Alright, the price is correct. You can take the person with you."
After putting the money into her backpack, Qingmo, with her short legs, retreated back to her tribesmen and gestured for them to board the boat.
Without the slightest hesitation, the clansmen obediently lined up and went up.
Watching the ships set sail and disappear into the distance, the chief wiped away non-existent tears from the corner of his eye and sighed, "Goddess, why do you only want young and strong men? Although I am old, I still have plenty of strength."
Qingmo glanced at him disdainfully from head to toe, then shook her head: "Do you think I don't want to? Father, you're worthless."
Chief: ...
You brat, why are you speaking such blunt truths?
Everyone else left, and in the end, only the two of them were left. They rode their electric scooter back home.