Chapter 59: Pema's Dissatisfaction

Over the past two months, Mutong had not only focused on house construction but also successfully manufactured paper and candles.

The paper was made from fibrous tree branches, bark, and weeds. First, the raw materials were washed, then dried and pounded into a fibrous pulp. This pulp was carefully and evenly poured onto a gauze frame in a thin layer. Afterward, it was placed under the sun to dry, and once dried, it was gently peeled off, completing the paper-making process.

The candles were made from a liquid secreted by a certain type of spider found in the forest. These spiders consumed tree sap and did not spin webs; instead, they secreted a fluid containing white wax to build their nests. These spider nests served as the natural raw material for making candles.

Additionally, there was a species of bee whose honeycomb wax could also be used to make candles.

The spider wax or beeswax was heated and melted, and the hot liquid wax was then poured into predetermined candle molds. A thin rattan wick was placed inside the mold. After cooling and solidifying, the mold was removed, and a candle was finished.

With paper and candles, the life of the tribe took a giant leap forward.

For hygiene needs, aside from the soft leaves they previously used, the clansmen now had the tribe's newly produced paper. With paper, Mutong taught the women of the tribe to make menstrual pads using animal skins. During their monthly periods, they could line these pads with a few layers of toilet paper and tie them on. It was clean and refreshing, completely eliminating the previous situation of fluids running freely down their thighs.

With candles, the tribesmen could light up their homes every night, which was much more convenient and effortless than using torches. Using candles inside the wooden houses was also much safer.

Over the past two months, the members of the Chishui Tribe had been immersed in a joyous atmosphere: the Envoy of the Gods had indeed brought remarkable changes to the tribe! Life in the tribe was getting better and better!

In a small grove not far from the tribe, behind a patch of low shrubs, the grass rustled, accompanied by the breathless, heart-pounding sounds of a man and a woman experiencing intense pleasure, continuously drifting outward.

The rhythmic slapping sounds echoed endlessly. After a long while, accompanied by low roars, it finally came to a stop.

"A-Jie." Baima cast a melting glance at the naked A-Jie and A-Wang brothers beside her. Their athletic and well-built figures made her unable to resist swallowing again, and she let out a satisfied sigh.

"Did you two remember what I said just now?"

"What matter?" A-Jie was stunned. He had been completely engrossed in tossing the little goblin beneath him; apart from hearing the moans escaping her lips, how could he possibly have heard anything Baima said?

"Humph!" Baima snorted heavily. She had said so much, and it turned out to have been in vain? She shifted her gaze to A-Wang: "A-Wang, what you promised me just now, can you fulfill it?"

A-Wang was equally stunned: What did I promise you just now? Why don't I remember?

Men were truly no good! They talked so sweetly during lovemaking, promising to find a way to spread unfavorable rumors about Mutong throughout the tribe and eventually drive Mutong out. Yet, the moment it was over, these two brothers acted as if they remembered nothing!

Irritated, Baima grabbed a handful of grass, clumsily wiped the bodily fluids from her lower body, put on her grass clothes and trousers, and glared at the two brothers: "When you were all over me just now, you spoke so clearly about how to deal with that Mutong. How could you forget in the blink of an eye?"

Since you don't remember, I don't mind reminding the two of you! Baima placed her hands on her hips, striking an unrelenting pose.

Prompted like this, the brothers A-Jie and A-Wang recalled that such a thing had indeed seemed to happen. But at the time, they were at the climax of their revelry, so how could they have listened carefully to Baima's demands? They had only been focused on thrusting downward.

Besides, were women really supposed to believe what men said in bed? The brothers chuckled lightly: This woman wanting to drive away the Envoy of the Gods was simply wishful thinking.

Throughout these days, who in the tribe could not feel the changes brought by the Envoy of the Gods?

To say nothing else, life was improving day by day. The two brothers, whose combat prowess was superb, could never finish eating the game they hunted every day. They even used this surplus game to exchange with the elderly, weak, sick, and disabled members of the tribe for items they wove, such as boxes and baskets, as well as plenty of wild vegetables, fruits, and rice they foraged.

This bartering system allowed the hunting men to trade for a higher standard of living while enabling those unable to hunt to obtain meat they otherwise couldn't get, balancing the disparities among everyone.

Not to mention, the two brothers had even moved into a newly built two-story building. Following the suggestion of the Envoy of the Gods, they had dug a passage on the second floor of the building, directly beneath the entrance of their own cave. This allowed them to reach the cave from inside the cliff via a staircase.

Now, that cave had become the brothers' best summer storage room, complete with a built-in brick kang. When winter arrived, the two brothers would undoubtedly live much better than in previous winters.

The Envoy of the Gods had brought so many benefits to the tribe, yet you ask us to find a way to drive her out of the tribe—are you out of your mind? Do your father, mother, older brother, and man know about this? Aren't you afraid your father, the Chieftain, will severely punish you?

Daring to drive away the Envoy of the Gods—aren't you afraid of incurring the wrath of the Heavenly Gods?!

The two brothers exchanged glances: Yes, they brothers were fond of women, but they hadn't lost their minds to lust. They had merely used the tribe's public restroom once—yes, a public restroom, wasn't that what the Envoy of the Gods called promiscuous women?

Did that mean because they used a public restroom once, they had to be controlled by it? Did they have to do something stupid just because of a public restroom? They weren't fools!

It was best to steer clear of this woman from now on. If she went crazy and did something detrimental to the Envoy of the Gods, and the whole tribe laid the blame, no one could bear the consequences. The two brothers didn't want to take the fall for such a woman. This Baima was fine to sleep with when nothing was going on, but if they had to take her home as a permanent partner, they would rather partner with Jucao, whose man had died.

At least Jucao wouldn't cuckold her man the way Baima did. Right, that was what the Envoy of the Gods called it—when a partnered woman messed around with other men, she was putting a green hat on her man!

The two brothers scrambled to their feet, dusted off their clothes, and left swiftly without even bothering to make up an excuse.

Watching the expressionless brothers leave, Baima was so angry she almost vomited blood. Over these days, outwardly she had done nothing, but behind the scenes, besides continuing to be entangled with the men of the tribe just like today, she had also tried to incite and bewitch the men to join her in fabricating rumors.

Yet every single attempt ended just like today—returning empty-handed, while many men who used to dally with her gradually distanced themselves, terrified of being associated with her and thereby angering the Envoy of the Gods and the Heavenly Gods. How could this not infuriate her?

True, that woman was capable, having brought about such vast and numerous changes to the tribe. Baima now lived in her own new house, used the paper and candles Mutong taught everyone to make every day, ate delicious food made from the ingredients Mutong discovered, and wore the clothes and straw sandals Mutong taught them to craft. Her life was quite wonderful too.

Yet she simply couldn't stand the way the tribesmen looked at Mutong with adoring and reverent eyes, chanting praises of the Envoy of the Gods every single day. Even people as close to her as her father, mother, and older brother, and even her two men, Gongbu and Abu, acted as though the Envoy of the Gods came first in everything, which filled her with extreme resentment!