Chapter 279: Corvée Labor

Teng Kun jerked his upper body back, arms wrapped around himself as he said, "I was saying... the well..."

Wu Yue stepped forward again, somewhat urgently saying, "Not that, the next part."

Seeing her look as if she might devour him at any moment, Teng Kun felt a little scared: "Missing... a well ring?"

Wu Yue slapped her hands together, a big smile spreading across her face: "Exactly, exactly, it's the well ring, it's the well ring."

Since the cellar cannot be built near the water source, it means we must also prepare proper drainage measures.

She puffed out her still-not-as-high-as-Teng-Kun's chest, Wu Yue revived with full vigor: "Brothers, build us a sturdy well ring for our cellar."

Teng Kun looked at Wu Yue in disbelief: "Does the cellar need a well ring to be built?"

Wu Yue narrowed her eyes at him: "Do you have an objection to me?"

Teng Kun instantly tensed up, his head shaking like a rattle drum: "Build, you said build—of course we have to build."

Having said that, he called his fellow workers to start work.

After wiping his face with a bitter expression, he felt like a corrupt official wielding a small leather whip, driving him to do corvée labor, feeling rushed.

After the crowd of migrant workers finally finished building the well ring, the progress bar on Wu Yue's interface finally reached ninety-five percent...

Ninety-five!!!

What about the promised one hundred percent?

Tongzi, come out, do you have any objections to me?

Tongzi shuffled out with tiny, whimpering steps, looking exactly like a young wife about to suffer domestic violence.

"Host, evaluating task completion isn't just about building it; it also needs to be durable and practical.

I can only say this much; the rest is for you to discover yourself."

Understand what?

Watching her own males staring blankly, Wu Yue felt like a foreman who can't get paid, unable to dispense wages.

"Hmm-hmm~~la-la-la~"

In this solemn atmosphere, a tune suddenly drifted from nearby that one couldn't identify, knowing only that it was unpleasant.

Everyone turned to see Teng Kun walking over, holding a large bundle of reddish soil, with a bundle of firewood on his back.

Suddenly the focus of everyone's gaze, the humming Teng Kun indicated he was quite nervous.

"What... what's wrong?"

Why are you staring at people like that? They're scared!

But Wu Yue noticed the red soil in his arms: "Are you also going to color this well ring?"

Teng Kun: "..."

That question left me stunned in an instant.

He pointed to the newly built well ring and said: "Mix this clay well, apply it, let it dry for a day, then fire it; after that, even if it rains here, no water will seep into the cellar."

Having said that, he looked at Wu Yue with a smug expression: "How about it, am I not smart?"

At the instant Teng Kun's words fell, the progress bar for successfully constructing the cellar jumped to ninety-eight percent.

Wu Yue looked at this pig-headed beastman warrior with admiration: "I didn't realize it, Teng Kun, you're actually a beastman warrior of great wisdom."

Teng Kun: "!!!"

Suddenly being praised like this, he felt like he might float away.

He patted his chest and said: "Leave the rest to me."

Having said that, he called his little workers to begin the mud-coating work on the well ring.

At this moment, Wu Yue finally felt a hint of gratitude toward Yuan Lang.

Look at how professional Teng Kun is—he sifted that red soil through a woven grass mat over and over, removing any impurities before starting work.