Starting Out by Rubbing Sticks Together for Fire, I Make the Beastfolk Cry Out for Their Heavenly God

Qiao Yan was so sick of being berated that she wanted to exile herself. Then she opened her eyes and found she'd really become the new chief of a primitive tribe. A cold snap is due in ten days. The System coldly informs her: “Fail the mission, and you'll be erased completely.” No problem. Wherever you go, there's work to do. Starting fires with friction, heating homes with underfloor earth tunnels, making pottery and storing food... Under the pretense of receiving dreams from the gods, she throws modern infrastructure know-how at the beastfolk world. An outcast from the merfolk, a serpent priest, an eagle chieftain... Her beast husbands are all powerful and fall over themselves to please her, but they can only line up behind her and wait for their assignments. She shoulders a hammer and works on infrastructure, all while her beast husbands line up to feed her and vie for her favor. Qiao Yan wipes the dirt from her face and calmly pats the final section of rammed-earth wall into place. Romance? Let me solve the problems first.