Chapter 280: of the Earth: A Look That Begs for a Beating

Standing to the side, Wu Yue felt she had truly become a salted fish today—indeed, the kind so salty it had started to rot.

Seeing the well ring already coated, Wu Yue was in high spirits.

Seeing Teng Kun bring a pile of big leaves to cover the well ring, Yue couldn't help but wonder: "Wasn't it supposed to be left to dry?"

She lifted her head to look at the rare blazing sun and said: "The sun is so strong today; it'll dry quickly."

Teng Kun pursed his lips: "This clay can't be dried directly under the sun, or it'll crack easily when fired later."

It's best to move it to a cool, shady place to air-dry, but we can't move it now, so we just have to cover it with something.

With great effort we built this; how could it be ruined?

The males, upon hearing, without Teng Kun saying, fetched big leaves and surrounded the well ring.

Teng Kun gave them a helpless glance and said nothing.

After a day's work, the task is nearly done; once we wait for tomorrow's firing, I'll gain a large sum of points.

Wu Yue's mood was so good she felt like she was floating; she waved her hand cheerfully: "Tribesfolk, you've all worked hard today; later I'll personally cook a delicious meal for everyone."

The food Wu Yue makes is delicious—this is an undisputed fact throughout the Snow Tiger Tribe.

But she's now on good terms with Yuan Lang and a few Beastman Warriors; even the Half-Beasts and Beastman Warriors who crave her cooking dare not demand she make food for them.

So, hearing that Wu Yue would personally cook, the males all cheered excitedly.

In contrast to the lively scene here, in the Black Wolf Tribe's salt-crystal cavern, Yuan Lang delivered the shaman and chieftain's words to his father, then went straight to find Teng Qian.

This guy was bragging to the nearby Beastman Warriors while continuously hauling the salt crystals beside him.

"Teng Qian."

Hearing his big brother's voice, Teng Qian nearly burst into tears.

He let out a howl and lunged over: "Big brother, why did you only come see me now? Do you know how lonely and cold I am here?"

Yuan Lang snorted: "I don't know; I only saw you bragging and chatting away happily."

The surrounding Beastman Warriors also chimed in: "Exactly, Teng Qian, you weren't just mocking me for being a novice Beastman, were you?"

Yuan Lang gave a teasing glance at the embarrassed Teng Qian beside him: "You were mocking others?"

Teng Qian chuckled, pulled his big brother to a secluded corner, rubbed his hands and gave a placating dry laugh: "Big brother, please don't expose me; give me some face."

Yuan Lang gave him an annoyed look: "If I wanted to expose you, I wouldn't have come here with you."

Teng Qian instantly relaxed, then noticed that behind his big brother there was no sign of Teng Kun.

"Big brother, what about Teng Kun? You can't let that guy slack off in the tribe."

He said the last part with a hint of resentment, feeling that leaving him alone to mine in such a remote place was like being exiled.

Yuan Lang replied disdainfully: "Why can't you stand to see Teng Kun do well? He can dig cellars, after all—I've left him with Wu Yue."

I had thought Teng Qian would whine and complain upon hearing this news, but after his words faded, I still haven't heard a sound from him.

Yuan Lang couldn't help but look at Teng Qian, only to see him gazing at him with an indescribable expression, his face darkening: "What kind of look is that, begging for a beating?"