Chapter 242: Already Cured to Taste

If I stay behind, if the beastfolk of the Black Wolf Tribe discover me, I can still say I'm delivering herbs to the wounded half-beast warriors because I'm uneasy about them.

If it were only beastfolk warriors alone, it wouldn't be so easy to say.

All the beastman warriors, upon hearing this, turned in unison to look at the speaking young female: "Yue, what kind of beast is your father A Mu?"

Wu Yue heard this, startled, then after a moment said: "My A Mu is pure human, my father... is a gray wolf beastman."

Gray wolf beastmen are a very ordinary kind of beastfolk; their innate abilities are low, and their cultivation potential is limited.

Generally, such beastfolk live mixed together with many different tribes of beastfolk.

One beastman warrior chuckled: "I thought you were the cub of a fox-tribe beastfolk."

Wuyue:...

Then I'll thank you for your subtle praise!

With this salt as motivation, the beastfolk all felt strength throughout their bodies.

So, what are we resting for?

They decisively ran off toward the tribe, but when Yuan Qi Uncle and the others left, they were conscripted.

Looking at the surrounding prey piled like small hills, the beastfolk lifted their food for these few days and headed toward the direction of the earth cave.

On the high slope where the earth cave is, at some point a herd of wild boars had taken over.

Even the previous wolf king didn't know he had taken his followers there to forage.

Yuan Lang, with this much food, if we don't eat it quickly, it will spoil soon.

The speaker was a beastman warrior named Mu Yin, who reached adulthood earlier than Yuan Lang and is one of the tribe's famously strong-talented beastman warriors.

Wu Yue smiled, lifting the salt crystal in her hand: "With this, until we dig through the earth cave, this food will not spoil."

Almost the instant Wu Yue finished speaking, Yuan Lang, Teng Qian, and Teng Kun understood what she meant.

After all, having lived year-round in the border city, they still knew some of the common folk's methods for preserving food.

Sure enough, after the beastfolk had cleaned the prey, Wu Yue began teaching them to cure meat with salt.

But in the corner, two aggrieved big brain axes drooped their furry big heads, the whole beast feeling somewhat unwell.

Looking at his own reddened tiger paws, Teng Qian pursed his lips...

As a mighty big brain axe all along, shouldn't he let out a couple of 'aow' sounds, walk a few steps imposingly, and then have palace ladies and eunuchs come to attend him?

The boss said that the brain axes in the Imperial Beast Garden all go through this.

He looked rather resentfully at the front, where Wu Yue was personally teaching and his own boss stood beside her, earnestly learning.

He turned his head to look at his younger brother also holding up reddened tiger paws on the side: "Boss is really overdoing it—why only let us two knead the salt needed for curing meat? Doesn't it hurt?"

Because they had to crush a large amount of salt, the two beasts' hands were not only red but also somewhat swollen.

Teng Qian looked at his hand for a moment, then suddenly stuck out his tongue and licked it...

Then he went 'mua' twice with his mouth.

As Wu Yue walked over holding two fruits to the two beasts' side, seeing this, the corners of her mouth twitched wildly: "Is it cured to taste?"

Teng Qian nodded with a sorrowful face: "Especially cured..."

It used to be said that if a woman used rouge and powder for a long time, her body would carry the fragrance of rouge and powder.

Now I think it must be similarly effective to my kneading of salt.

Placing the fruit in her hand onto the tiger paws of the two big brain axes, Wu Yue said meaningfully: "Since it's cured to perfection, let's have roasted tiger paws tonight."