Chapter 281: Yuan Lang, the Pitfall

Boss, whether my gaze deserves a beating or not, I can't see it myself, but I know you'll be in trouble when you go back.

Don't doubt it—Teng Qian, that fearless guy, was really smug when he said that.

So it led to Yuan Lang, who was eager to hear the reason, directly dragging that guy aside and giving him a fierce tiger-head beating before dragging him back.

What do you mean by what you just said?

Teng Qian had a swollen pig's face, squinting his eyes at his own boss: 'It's not Teng Kun the idiot who can dig a cellar—it's me!'

Yuan Lang's body suddenly stiffened, so...

He gave the little female a pitfall of a task, then left behind a completely useless pitfall?

No...

I'm afraid that, in the little female's heart right now, I'm the one who's the pitfall.

In an instant, I felt that the whole Beastfolk was not good.

The next morning, the males, including Wu Yue, all lined up waiting at the edge of the cellar, while Teng Kun, with a solemn expression, together with several males, lit fires around.

Watching the well ring slowly change color in the midst of the fire, Wu Yue felt somewhat like she was watching pottery being fired.

The feeling of firing pottery...!!!

Seeing that gradually turning smooth red well ring, Wu Yue's eyes lit up—this is exactly the earth that can fire pottery!

Indeed, I have this cheat of a system from transmigrating, but Yuan Lang isn't lacking either—no need to mention the combat power of my two lackeys, and his own skills are still solid.

Look at this—even if it's not porcelain, it's still pottery, right?

Watching the burning fire, Wu Yue edged over to Teng Kun somewhat doubtfully: 'Are you sure this will work?'

It's been this long—why isn't it done yet?

Teng Kun glanced at her, realized she was getting anxious, and smiled: 'Be patient; we need to fire it long enough.'

Actually, he was also a bit flustered inside—this was his first time firing, and he had little experience.

Before joining the army, he used to do odd jobs at the kiln near the village; his clumsy hands weren't as clever as his older brother's, so he just helped sift the soil—he had no idea about the actual firing process.

After all, it was firewood, so the burning time was limited; eventually, under the expectant gazes of Wu Yue and the males, it went out.

The males swept the leftover ashes to one side, then each began to feel the smooth well ring.

This was the first time they'd seen such miraculous earth, but for Wu Yue and Teng Kun, who had already seen all kinds of precious rare porcelain, it wasn't rare at all.

Wu Yue happily opened the control panel to check her task's progress bar...

Ninety-eight percent!!!

It's practically a heartbreaking Pacific—why is that remaining two percent? Could it be that the cellar they just made isn't perfect?

Tongzi muttered sotto voce: 'Whether it's perfect or not, just look at the progress bar and you'll know.'

Looking at the entire cellar before her, then at her own progress bar, Wu Yue frowned.

Where exactly did we miss something?

Could it be missing a well cover?

Wu Yue stared at the pitch-black cellar entrance and suddenly spoke up.

Teng Kun slapped his forehead: 'Exactly—if you put the taro in and don't cover it, it'll just get eaten by any stray cat or dog.'

Having said that, he called the workers over to go quarry stone slabs.

'Prepare a few more—we'll need to dig several more cellars later, since one can't hold much.'

The Beastfolk turned his back to her and waved a hand to show he understood.