Chapter 440: with translation of chapter title

I heard everyone has started gathering that plant fiber from last time to prepare for weaving?

Yuan Lang looked at the little female earnestly weaving and spoke with a sour tone.

Wu Yue sniffed, amusedly looking at him: "Yeah, the loom is your responsibility; after this winter passes, maybe everyone will be able to wear cloth clothes."

Seeing the beastman's sour face, she chuckled: "You don't seem very happy, do you?"

Yuan Lang chuckled: "How could I be happy? I heard this piece of cloth you're weaving is for the shaman's clothes."

He felt upset inside; the little female really has no conscience—he made the loom himself, extracted the plant fiber himself—shouldn't this first garment be for him?

Wu Yue stopped her work, amusedly looking at the glum beastman warrior, she pulled his hand onto the fabric she had already woven: "Feel this cloth."

Yuan Lang reluctantly poked it twice, even harboring a petty thought: if he damaged it, maybe he wouldn't have to make clothes for the shaman.

But upon thinking that this was painstakingly woven by the little female, his urge to sabotage just wouldn't go through.

"I'm also weaving for the first time, so this fabric really isn't great; feel it, it's still a bit rough."

"This trial cloth will go to the shaman for clothes; next time, once I'm familiar, I'll weave better fabric and make clothes for you."

Upon hearing that, Yuan Lang then carefully examined the fabric in his hands.

Indeed, the fabric looked somewhat rough, even with tiny burrs in places.

He had worn cloth clothes before; even the cheapest fabric was far better than this.

His mind then felt much more balanced: "Alright, then the next piece must definitely be for me."

Wu Yue agreed with a smile; this beastman looked tall and handsome, but occasionally showed a bit of petty pride, always making people want to laugh.

Having settled the fabric matter, Yuan Lang then brought up the main topic.

"Have you thought about what kind of gate the tribe should have?"

Wu Yue blinked: "Wouldn't a gate that opens on both sides work?"

Aren't all gates like that?

Yuan Lang, however, pondered a moment and said: "My idea is to make a drawbridge."

A drawbridge?

Wu Yue thought a moment: "You also want to dig a moat?"

If they build a drawbridge, they haven't found iron ore yet, so the gate is made from a very hard ironwood in the forest, but compared to iron, its hardness is still insufficient.

Thus the gate's security is somewhat lacking.

Yuan Lang nodded: "Ironwood can resist some beast attacks, but against stronger beasts and high-rank beastman warriors it's still insufficient; even though we've thickened it a lot, over time it's still prone to being breached."

So adding a moat would naturally make it safer.

Moreover, he also thought about putting some fierce river fish into the moat to keep them there.

Wu Yue naturally agreed with Yuan Lang's idea, especially concerning tribal safety.

"If we dig a moat, that's another huge project; I don't know if it can be finished before winter."

Yuan Lang looked at her amusedly: "Naturally it can't be finished, so I thought we could first dig a section in front of the gate; the wall's sturdiness is assured, our weak point is only the gate."

After discussing the general situation, the two went out to find the Snow Tiger Clan chief and together went to the Xuehu Wu's home.

After hearing Yuan Lang's words about the gate and moat, the Xuehu Wu, the Snow Tiger Clan chief, and several beastman uncles also discussed it.

"In that case, the people of the mid- and small tribes would have to stay."

One beastman uncle frowned and said.

Yuan Lang nodded: "Naturally it would be best for them to stay, but if they want to leave, we can't stop them."

The beastman uncle's mouth twitched at the words; the mid- and small tribe folks aren't stupid—although they work daily, they have food and drink, so naturally they don't want to leave.

The remaining beastman uncles naturally also considered this: "Yuan Lang is right; ironwood is hard, but if we waste some time we can chop it down, and high-rank beastmen and high-rank feral beasts could naturally break through our gate."

Since we've already built such high walls, there's nothing to hesitate about regarding the moat.

The remaining few beastman uncles also nodded in unison; concerning the tribe's and people's safety, nobody would cut corners here.

"We just need to hurry up the hunting later, otherwise there won't be enough food for those mid- and small tribes."

The Snow Tiger Tribe's beastman warriors are still too few; although they now have powerful bows and the pure-human males can go hunting, their limited strength means the food they bring back is still limited.

The tribe's main food source remains the beastman warriors and half-beast warriors.

The tribe's high-ranking leaders were discussing the gate and moat construction, while at this time the mid- and small tribe folks had reached their rest period.

Snow Tiger Tribe females carried over basin after basin of food, the fragrant aroma instantly spreading at the gate.

The mid- and small tribe folks held their own bowls, drooling as they queued, waiting to receive their meal.

The beastman warriors returning from the hunt from the Eagle Tribe, Mad Lion Tribe, and Black Wolf Tribe gazed at the long line of pure-human queues at the gate, smelled the mouthwatering aroma, and gulped down their saliva.

"These pure-humans eat better than we beastman warriors; that smell is really fragrant."

A Mad Lion Tribe beastman warrior glanced at the pure-humans who had already gotten their food, squatting in the corner slurping, then looked at his own meat, and instantly felt it wasn't fragrant at all.

"Do you want to eat Snow Tiger Tribe food?"

A beastman warrior from the Eagle Tribe suddenly spoke up, asking the Mad Lion Tribe beastman warrior.

That question drew the attention of all the returning hunt beastman warriors: "What do you mean? Can you get that tasty food?"

The beastmen's eyes were blazing.

The Eagle Tribe beastman warrior scratched his head: "Actually, our tribe's beastman warriors have always eaten food from the Snow Tiger Tribe."

Feeling the group's resentful little glances, the Eagle Tribe beastman warrior, whose survival instinct was extremely strong, quickly said: "As long as you bring food to the Snow Tiger Tribe's food-preparation place and agree beforehand to eat there, they'll make it for you—just need to pay with food."

Also need to give some food as a processing fee to the females who make the food.

What a great deal! The beastman warriors' eyes instantly lit up; in deep autumn, for beastman warriors, the thing they lack least is food.

At that moment, the Eagle Tribe beastman warrior who was pulling a chicken thief to eat alone, hoisted his food and headed into the Snow Tiger Tribe interior.

Meanwhile, the mid- and small tribe folks held bowls larger than their faces, eating the fragrant food, yet their hearts were full of reluctance.

Because the wall construction work was about to finish, this also meant they would have to leave the food-abundant Snow Tiger Tribe and return to their own territories.

There's no food so delicious it makes you want to swallow your tongue, and they continue living a miserable life where even Ye Cai Zi are hit-or-miss meals.

"Chief, the food is this delicious, why do you still look so awful?"

A sturdy male held his food, squatting beside the chief, slurping the food in his bowl while looking at the chief with puzzlement.

The burly male glanced at the brainless tribesman beside him and thought bitterly: "All you know is to eat."

He said, sizing up the tribesman beside him: "While we can still eat, eat more; once the wall is built, we'll return to our own tribe, and by then all that meat you've gained will still fall off."

Thinking of how skinny this guy used to be, then looking at his current sturdy shape.

As expected, the Snow Tiger Tribe fattens people up.

Hearing the chief say that, the male's slurping paused, and he instantly felt worried.

Indeed, once we return to our own tribe, we might even have to dream about eating Ye Cai Zi.

But the next second he ate even more eagerly: "Chief, eat quickly, eat quickly; finish and go get another bowl, once you leave you won't get any."

The burly male blinked, then the next second he lifted his bowl and sped up his eating.

Indeed, if not now, when?

Obviously, more than just these two think this way.

Soon, the females of the Snow Tiger Tribe discovered that the food they made today was not enough.

They quickly made some more to feed the people of these small and medium tribes.

After all preparations were done, the construction of the city gate could only be entrusted to the Beastman Warriors.

The iron-wood city gate, while not as solid and heavy as a real iron gate, is still too much for ordinary humans to move.

Fortunately, the drawbridge was relatively easy to install; with the help of Beastman Warriors from the other three tribes, it was set up in less than an afternoon.

Yet the final liftgate for opening and closing the drawbridge stumped Wu Yue and Yuan Lang.

"I could ask the Beast God for it, but it would be hard to explain to the tribespeople."

After all, even the simplest liftgate in the system couldn't exist in this world.

Yuan Lang smiled at her: "Isn't there a ready-made excuse?"

Wu Yue looked at him doubtfully: "A ready-made excuse?"

But the Beastman tugged at something on himself, raised an eyebrow at her.

Wu Yue's heart stirred: "You mean... using the Grand Shaman of the Huaxia Tribe as an excuse?"

Yuan Lang nodded: "Now this is the only excuse we can use; we can't just fake the liftgate after all the preparations."

Wu Yue naturally knew the importance of the liftgate, so she nodded: "That could work, but we need to plan this properly."

That night, after returning home and washing up, Wu Yue lay on the soft kang and uncharacteristically spaced out.

"Dog host, aren't you cultivating today?"

Tongzi happily gnawed on a candied haw, with bits of sugar frosting smeared on the fur at both sides of his mouth, looking quite comical.

Being urged by her own Tongzi, Wu Yue sighed and sat up: "I've been thinking about the drawbridge liftgate; using tree vines could hoist it, but it's still too dangerous."

"Then just exchange the materials in the system space; even the cheapest liftgate comes with quality assurance."

In the system mall's commission-based trades, Tongzi is always eager to facilitate them.

Feeling that the money pouch she had just tightened was showing signs of loosening again, Wu Yue suddenly sat up, straightened her posture, and prepared to enter meditation.

"Don't mess with my ideas; if there's no proper way to take things out of the system space, I dare not take this risk."

Tongzi, who was about to make a big deal, beat his chest and stamped his feet; the dog host is becoming ever stingier.

Throwing aside her worries, Wu Yue focused on entering a meditative state, feeling the stray energy in the surrounding air enter her body; for some reason, today her body actually felt a slight sense of fullness.

The "whoosh-whoosh" sound of energy flowing echoed in her body, and Wu Yue suddenly opened her eyes.

"Tongzi, I feel like I'm about to level up again."

Tongzi had already awakened from his snuffles, squatting beside the dog host, his round eyes fixed on the host's fully flushed face, his small furry face grave.

"Host, calm down."

The host was a bit restless during today's cultivation, perhaps because he had things on his mind; his refining of shamanic power was also unfocused, causing the absorbed external shamanic power to become chaotic.

Wu Yue also knew the crux of the problem, and quickly closed her eyes to reorganize the chaotic shamanic energy within her body.

The turbulent shamanic energy surged back and forth inside her, making her feel as if something inside her body wanted to burst out.

But thinking of the cost of relaxing, she could only grit her teeth and persist.

"Tongzi, the situation seems off; I feel like I'm about to explode."

The dog host's face grew ever more flushed; at this very moment, even Tongzi sensed something was off.

"Damn it, dog host, you've really gone overboard."

Tongzi sprang up with a whoosh from where he was looking, wagging his little tail as he walked back and forth.

After Wu Yue spoke those words, she said nothing more; indeed, the surging energy inside her body was too painful.

What she didn't know was that at this moment her skin already showed fine little cracks, with blood beginning to seep out from the gaps.

Although the bloody smell wasn't strong, Tongzi still caught it; his small face immediately tightened, and he hesitated no longer.

He flicked his claws to open the system generation, skillfully flipped a few pages, then gritted his teeth and exchanged for a green pill.

He sprang up, pinched the dog host's mouth, and shoved it in: "Dog host, if you don't want to die, swallow this pill quickly."

The pill, rich with herbal fragrance, entered his mouth and needed no chewing from Wu Yue; it directly turned into a cool medicinal liquid that flowed into Wu Yue's body.

Like a cool flood, wherever the medicinal liquid went, the bodily energy that had just been surging wildly seemed to meet its nemesis and instantly calmed down.

Only until dawn did Wu Yue finally awaken from her stupor.

Tongzi sprang up and latched onto her, tears glistening at the corners of his eyes: "Dog host, you finally woke up; I thought you were done for."