jdhmnovel Chapter 267 I Became a Goddess in Africa (Part 1)
Chapter 267 I Became a Goddess in Africa (Part 1)
When Qingmo opened her eyes again, she felt her vision go black and black again.
It was black, really black, pitch black.
Before me were several bald, black heads; apart from the whites of their eyes and teeth, their entire bodies were black.
Several women were chatting away, their faces beaming with smiles, though it was unclear what they were saying.
All I could see was foam on my scalp, and it kept tingling.
They were dressed in strange clothes, their faces were painted with all sorts of colors, and their mouths and ears were pierced and stretched out by a large wooden disc.
The wooden plates on the ears were fine, but the plates on the mouth felt only slightly smaller than the bowls used for serving food. The plates stretched the lower lip out of shape, making it look like a rubber band.
This…
This…this…
Oh no, is she just incredibly unlucky?
Whether she's unlucky or not, I don't know, but she's definitely in Africa.
"Xiao Wu, can we change the mission?"
Xiao Wu: "Host, you can't. Unless the mission body dies and the mission fails, you cannot leave this world."
Qingmo: I have a few words to say, but I don't know if I should.
"Damn system, you're ruthless. What are you doing? Open your eyes and look around. What did you send me here for? To wipe them all out and conquer a continent for my great China?"
At this moment, Xiao Wu, wearing its newly bought hippo skin, appeared in Qingmo's mind and happily spun around a few times.
Cai said, "Host, look, I'm not a dog, I'm a hippo. You can call me Horse System. Aren't my skins pretty? I have more, I also have panda skins and crocodile skins, hehe, they're all points I earned from working."
Qingmo: "Get lost, go do your job."
You son of a bitch, return the horse system.
People can really have a heart attack when they're speechless; she feels her heart pounding right now.
Xiao Wu: "Okay, host, Xiao Wu is off to work. Bye-bye."
After saying that, the system quickly ran away, muttering to itself, "Sigh, the host's temper is getting more and more irritable. They're really hard to handle. They all have such miserable lives, but none of them say a word."
After a while, just when Qingmo thought it had rolled away, its voice rang in her mind again.
"Host, are you surprised? Unexpected? I'm back again."
Clear foam: ...
"Come on, host, receive the plot first. I'm really leaving now. Luckily, I didn't go too far, or it would have been terrible."
Qingmo said she didn't want to talk anymore, she was tired, and that they were two different species and couldn't communicate.
The original owner's name was Darawaqing, and he lived in a primitive tribe in Africa. The people here made a living by hunting, and their food, clothing, shelter and transportation all depended on the gifts of nature. They did not have much contact with the outside world.
They enjoy this kind of life; they find it peaceful and comfortable, self-sufficient, undisturbed by the outside world, and only exchange goods with other primitive tribes, each taking what they need.
The tribe to which the original owner belonged was called the Panchun tribe, and her identity was not simple. Hey, she was the princess of a chieftain. Such a status and position.
Forget it, it's pointless, I'm not going to brag anymore.
Her father was the chief of the tribe, and also the richest man in the tribe.
The family not only had cows and sheep, but also eight wives, living in a house built of mud.
Well, her dad has a lot of houses. Each wife has her own home, which is just a small clod of dirt, a bit bigger than a toilet, but they call it a home.
There are already so many properties, there's no room for even one more person.
But there were so many of them, one clod of earth after another, like rows of holes, that you had to bend over to go in.
The "lip-covering tribe," as the name suggests, is people who wear lip-covering.
From a young age, round discs are placed on a girl's ears and lower lip. As she grows older, the wooden discs gradually expand, and the discs she wears become larger as well.
In this region, the larger the lip plate, the more beautiful it is, and the higher the dowry will be when the bride gets married.
Of course, the most beautiful woman would have to marry the chief. Her father's first wife was a famous beauty for miles around, with lips bigger than her face.
There are no electric lights or cell phones here; everything is handmade by the people of our tribe.
Here, women have a low status; even if they are married, they can be used as barter for goods at any time.
They have no autonomy. Once they reach adulthood, their families will exchange them for dowry and marry them into their husbands' families. All they do is give birth and do housework.
Men can usually marry several wives. They only need to go out hunting, and everything else is provided for them.
Although the original owner was the chief's daughter, she was no different from any other woman here, living the same life as all the other women…
Well... as long as they're happy, that's fine. It's hard to say.
People here generally have short lifespans; they usually die around the age of 40.
They never went to the hospital, and when they were sick, they would just treat themselves with some herbal medicine, so you can imagine how bad their health was.
The food was often half-cooked, and hygiene was questionable. People would just mix it with their hands, or even add dirt to make it taste better.
The original owner died at the age of thirty-five, which is considered normal here.
So, what is she doing here?
Hmm... I'm here to eat dirt.
Help! At this moment, Qingmo was also at her wit's end.
However, after receiving the storyline, she felt that she could understand the indigenous language and speak it herself.
(To avoid making things difficult for our readers who might not understand African languages, we'll write in Chinese. This is mainly for everyone's benefit, so we won't make any exceptions.)
The original owner is still young, a baby, and hasn't started lip piercing yet, but her ears are already pierced and a small wooden stick is inserted.
Luckily, she arrived early; if she had arrived two years later, Qingmo's mouth would have been ruined.
The women in front of her sat on animal skins, chatting away. They were all her father's wives, while the children were all barefoot, running or crawling on the ground.
When they got hungry, they would grab dirt from the ground and stuff it into their mouths. Their mothers didn't care, since they sometimes added dirt to their cooking anyway, and there was nothing they couldn't eat.
Here, everything can be mixed and eaten.
A strong stench permeated the air. The people here basically don't bathe, maybe only once a year. As long as their clothes aren't completely torn to shreds, they can wear them until they're old, patching and mending them.
Heavens above, earth below, what kind of human suffering is this?
Qingmo couldn't help but shed tears of emotion. Was it really necessary to suffer like this?
This unlucky princess, it's okay if she doesn't become one.
With her short legs, she ran back to her family's little mound of earth. Her mother glanced at her and then continued chatting with others.
When she got back, she closed the wooden door and took out a mirror to look at herself.
Hey, I can't see anything, there aren't any lights here.
I took a flashlight to shine it on, but hey, I can't see it, I still can't see it.
What can a dark-skinned woman see besides her bright white teeth?
Dark-skinned beauty, really, how come she's always been so dark-skinned since she was little? Is it really not from being tanned by the sun?
It's been confirmed; she was born with it.