Chapter 263: This White Root Plant

Seeing her puzzled expression, Qingcao chuckled, waving his arms and legs as he began to describe: "White root is dug out from the soil; when just dug up, it has a lot of dirt and looks pitch black."

But if you wash it in river water, it becomes very white, and it tastes crisp and sweet, which is wonderful.

Moreover, as long as we are careful not to damage it when digging, it can be stored for a long time.

Wu Yue found it very familiar hearing that, and she couldn't help asking her own Tongzi: "Doesn't that sound a lot like white sweet potato?"

Tongzi looked at the plant displayed on the panel, his expression somewhat hard to put into words: "It sounds like it is."

Wu Yue looked at Qingcao, who was speaking with saliva flying, and asked: "Then roughly when can we go dig this white root?"

Although they said that, the work in their hands did not stop.

Qingcao thought for a moment before saying: "It seems we can only go after the rainy season; the white root is far from the tribe, and we have to walk a long time to get there."

Moreover, that place is jointly owned by the four tribes, and after we arrive we can only wait for the gathering teams of the other three tribes to arrive before we can continue gathering.

Wu Yue raised her eyebrows upon hearing that: "All three tribes together? Isn't it within our tribe's territory?"

Qingcao shook his head; the area where that white root grows is large, but some of it grows on each tribe's territory.

In the end, no one knows what the shamans and chiefs of the past said, but anyway our four tribes still gather together now.

Having said that, with a look of longing, he dragged his chubby face and said eagerly: "If those white roots all grew in our White Tiger Tribe, that would be great—then all the tasty white roots would be ours."

Wu Yue heard that, and a hint of expectation appeared in her eyes.

If the white root Qingcao spoke of is really a sweet potato, then her wish might actually come true.

After sorting all the wild vegetables, Qingcao looked at the pile of weeds at his feet and felt somewhat regretful: "We didn't notice while gathering the wild vegetables, but we ended up bringing back so many weeds."

If these were wild vegetables, the vegetable balls made from them would be enough for tonight's food.

Wu Yue crouched down in that pile of weeds and began to pick through them.

These weeds were brought back by the tribespeople, and among them are many medicinal herbs they don't recognize.

Before, Wu Yue had found several plants that could be used as both seasoning and medicinal herbs while weeding out the dandelions.

But it seems the good luck was used up last time, and today there hasn't been much of a harvest.

Feeling a bit disappointed, she sighed and looked at Qingcao, who had just put the wild vegetables back into the cave: "Let's go move around; I feel your face has gotten fatter again."

Upon hearing her say he had gotten fat, Qingcao instantly felt terrible.

He hurriedly tugged Wu Yue toward the back mountain, shouting: "Yue, walk faster—I don't want to get fatter."

Yesterday when I met Teng Kun, I got a bit excited and lunged at him with a roar.

But I never expected that I would actually tackle him; even Teng Kun, such a strong Beastfolk, couldn't withstand my current weight, and he remained unable to stand for a long time.

While saying this to Wu Yue, he panted as he crawled toward the cave.

However, Wu Yue, who usually doesn't exercise and has poor stamina, was already like a dead dog, being dragged forward.

In her heart, she couldn't help giving Qingcao a big thumbs-up, wishing she could poke him hard!

A Mu, from now on you won't have to worry about being domestically abused—just pounce and it's over!