Chapter 317: From Today Onward, You're Under My Management

Wu Yue just knew this thing was waiting for her here: "Don't be too perfect, please match the era and living environment we're in."

Tongzi's little meaty paw waved casually: "Relax, relax, it's a system product, you can rest assured."

After saying that, its black-bean-like round eyes glimmered with anticipation: "So, host, are you considering paying a deposit first or something?"

Wu Yue poked her ears: "Nothing's been made yet, and you're asking for a deposit? And…"

She hugged the fluffy Lan Pangzi and said: "I'm entrusting you with such precious fur—shouldn't you be giving me a guarantee or something?"

Tongzi's chubby furry head went blank instantly—what the heck?

"I'm this cheap labor, and there's even a risk of losing points? This deal is really not worth it!"

Wu Yue lifted a leg and shook it: "So, to keep my precious fur from being ruined, I think you should bring out the design drawings first, and only then can we proceed once I'm satisfied."

"Or are you still worried I'll default? In your mind, am I someone with zero credibility?"

Tongzi said it had never seen a host so poor and yet so nitpicky.

Moreover, it really wanted to ask its own host: "Is credibility actually something valuable to you?"

Of course, it naturally didn't dare say that, so it could only grudgingly go prepare the design draft.

The next day, Wu Yue, who now held command over all the slaves, decisively washed up and went to the grass huts where the slaves lived.

Early in the morning, instead of any work, they saw Wu Yue bringing them food and deworming them, and each slave was delighted.

Some of the bolder ones even stepped forward to greet her.

Wu Yue stood in the middle of several huts, waved her hand to signal the slaves to quiet down: "I came to see you all today because there's something important I need to announce."

She scanned the silent, numb slaves around her: "From today until the end of the rainy season, you no longer need to work for the tribespeople; instead, I will manage you uniformly."

Upon hearing this, the surrounding slaves all froze; Changye fidgeted nervously with his hands, stepped forward, and said: "Lady Wu Yue, we… we didn't do anything wrong, did we?"

They were all uneasy, because the penalty for a mistake was either being traded away or death—neither of which they wanted.

Wu Yue shook her head: "You haven't done anything wrong; I just needed many people to help gather, so I asked the tribe for you, and from today until the rainy season, you'll be working for me."

"But rest assured, as long as you work well, I'll leave you enough food to get through the rainy season."

"And if you get sick later, you can also come to me for treatment."

She looked toward Changye beside her and said: "My A Mu is a shaman disciple, and you know that, so I also know some herbs."

The slaves erupted in excitement—having enough food to survive the rainy season, and medical care if they got sick—what a wonderful life this is.

When Wu Yue prepared to divide the slaves into groups, she discovered that the previous grouping still existed and had now become quite mature.

Several squad leaders also commanded great respect, and the slaves in their units obeyed them readily.

Among the four squad leaders, the one whose words carried the most weight was Changye.

When Wu Yue praised him, he sincerely replied: "It's all because I can speak in front of you, so everyone is willing to listen to me."

Wu Yue hadn't expected to hold such weight in the slaves' hearts, and she felt a touch of emotion.

She distributed the mushrooms she had brought to the four squad leaders: "These are the mushrooms I gathered yesterday; they're all non-toxic, and today our goal is also this."

"Don't eat the gathered mushrooms casually; after we finish, I'll examine each one individually—some highly toxic mushrooms, once eaten, leave no time for treatment. Understood?"

The slaves replied in unison: "Understood."

"Yue, the baskets are here."

The beastman's voice suddenly rang out, startling the slaves, who all huddled together.

Wu Yue rubbed her forehead, really wanting to ask these slaves what the beastman warriors had done to them.

Why were the slaves' fears of them so deep?

What she didn't know was that, aside from her being an oddball from another world, here the pure humans and slaves, when facing beastman warriors, the former tend to revere them while the latter mostly fear them.

In this era where a slave's life is worth less than a wild beast's, it's normal for them to feel fear and dread when confronting powerful beastman warriors.

"You don't have to go hunting today, do you?"

Wu Yue looked at Yuan Lang; behind him, besides Teng Qian, were two familiar beastman warriors—the very two who had eaten grilled meat at her place the previous night.

Upon seeing her, they waved enthusiastically and greeted her warmly, showing none of the beastman warriors' arrogance and coldness.

If those two beastman warriors knew what Wu Yue was thinking, they'd probably wish to vanish on the spot.

Nowadays, probably no beastman warrior in the tribe is unaware of Wu Yue's identity as a shaman.

"Arrogant and cold in front of a shaman?"

"They must be dreaming!"

"What's more…"

A few people furtively lifted their eyelids to glance at Yuan Lang ahead, while the boss stood nearby "eyeing them like a tiger"; they dared not give Wu Yue a dirty look.

With the beastman warriors' protection, aside from the slaves being somewhat restrained and tense, everything else was fine.

Wu Yue also didn't need to worry about everyone's safety; she could just focus on gathering food.

Although she had gathered quite a few mushrooms yesterday with Qingcao and Aya, to this forest it was just a drop in the ocean.

The slaves split into small groups, taking the "sample mushrooms" Wu Yue gave them and began gathering.

Meanwhile, the few beastman warriors nearby stared blankly at the baskets in their hands.

As Wu Yue was actively gathering mushrooms and lifted her head, she saw several tall beastman warriors standing there idly, cooling off in the shade, and they rolled their eyes in a most unbecoming way.

"You guys don't have anything to do?"

Yuan Lang looked at the small female's shining eyes, and a chill ran down his spine—he had a very bad premonition.

"Of course we have things to do; we need to patrol, in case wild beasts come—then you'd be in danger."

After saying that, he gave a glance to his little lackeys nearby and prepared to slip away.

Wu Yue snorted: "This is already within the tribe's territory; the fierce wild beasts have all been cleared out by the patrolling beastman warriors—are you just patrolling out of boredom?"

"Boredom, boredom—whose fault is it? Yao yao~"

The familiar melody, the familiar recipe—Wu Yue calmly pulled out the Lan Pangzi from the basket, smacked its butt hard twice, and said: "Behave, old man—what are you listening to all day?"