Chapter 285: I Will Give My Share to You

The slaves' emotional changes were clear to Wu Yue; she knew these slaves had become numb from day after day of unpaid labor.

Like all slaves, they were not allowed personal possessions, except for their daily food.

Before winter, the tribe would let them go out to find food for themselves to store for the winter.

If the tribe had enough food, they would even give some to them.

Many members of smaller tribes would rather come to the big tribe as slaves just for this food.

In the smaller tribes, due to the limits of their own territory, they could not even find many wild vegetables.

Most of the time, once the wild vegetables in this area were gathered, they could only go look for other food.

Hearing that Wu Yue would give them taro, for these slaves a single taro could not even fill their stomachs, yet it was the first time they were allowed and recognized to possess something of their own.

But this hope only flared for a moment before being extinguished by the males' words.

Wu Yue glanced at the male who had just spoken; though she said nothing, her gaze was so deep that the male unconsciously closed his mouth and stepped aside.

Teng Kun beside her glanced at Wu Yue; no wonder the chief had taken a liking to this matriarchal-country person—her aura was just that strong.

But no one knew that Wu Yue had merely stirred some of her shamanic power, forming a pressure.

This pressure might not be that strong against Beastman Warriors, but against ordinary pure-human males it was quite deterrent.

Seeing the pure-human males behind her close their mouths, Wu Yue turned again to the numb slaves: "If the request to be given food is not allowed, I will give you my own taro."

Her voice rang out strong, giving the slaves a sense of belief and strength.

The first to react were the slaves who had once been in the same tribe as Wu Yue; they stood up, the numbness on their faces not yet deep to the bone.

"We believe in you, Yue."

"We believe in you."

Looking at these familiar yet strange faces, Wu Yue smiled lightly: "I will certainly not disappoint you."

In fact she was quite confident, because the chief and the shaman had said that if the taro could really be stored for a long time, they would let her have the entire cellar of taro.

According to the size of the cellar they dug today, there would definitely not be too little.

Giving it to these slaves would be more than enough.

The Snow Tiger Tribe's first harvest rush began amid the crowd's high spirits.

Only when they started digging the sweet potatoes did the pure-human males realize how ferocious those slaves, who usually looked listless and seemed ready to drop dead any second, but who always ran faster than anyone when food was handed out, could be when they actually got to work.

Everyone involuntarily turned to look at Wu Yue, who was vigorously digging taro at the side; it was unimaginable that such a thin little female could be so capable.

From the evening of the previous day until dusk the next day, looking at the last bit of taro, the light-headed Wu Yue seemed to see the dawn just ahead.

"Everyone, put in a little more effort; it will be over soon."

At this moment, fine rain began to fall from the sky, and the temperature started to drop.

By the lingering light, looking at the nearby branches, everything had a hazy feeling.

Until the last two baskets of taro were dug up, the pure-human warriors quickly carried one basket to their own houses.