Chapter 502: Freeloaders Come in Pairs

Looking at the Maji tribe chief running off ahead, the Dashi tribe chief's Er Kang hand still trembled in the wind, not having time to retract: "Chief... uh..."

Shouldn't we wait for them to come ask us for this kind of thing?

A gust of wind blew past, and a lone leaf fluttered down...

"Chief, wait for me!"

He was too anxious, his hometown accent slipped out.

By now it was well past lunchtime, because everyone was watching the excitement of the four major tribes, so no one had eaten.

Seeing the game still lying on the ground unattended, Teng Qian, already starving to the point his intestines were knotted, hoisted it and headed toward the riverbank: "I'll go prepare the game; can we make some corn pancakes today? Fragrant, crispy roasted meat with sweet corn pancakes, and if we could also have a bowl of wild vegetable soup, that would be even better."

Wu Yue smiled at him: "Your little menu design isn't bad; it's got protein, carbs, and fiber—none missing."

Teng Qian scratched his head, bewildered: "I don't want any of that; just roasted meat, corn pancakes, and wild vegetable soup will do."

Seeing Wu Yue nod, he happily went to clean the game.

"Any corn flour left?"

Yuan Lang asked.

Wu Yue nodded: "There's still some left, in my storage space, but tomorrow when we hunt it'd be best to find some corn cobs to bring back; I saw some corn cobs in the forest when we came, though not many, but our food should last these few days."

Yuan Lang nodded, reached out and took the beast-skin bag she handed over, which contained a half-bag of golden corn flour.

When the Maji tribe chief, who had gone halfway out to catch a game animal, arrived at the Snow Moon Tribe's mountain cave, his high nose bridge began to twitch constantly.

"Drip-drip!"

An unfamiliar fragrance kept swirling at the tip of his nose.

"Yue, the sun's out so strong, and yet it's started to rain!"

"It's a sun shower!"

"I'll go check... Holy crap!"

Just as Teng Qian reached the cave mouth and almost stepped into a puddle, the next moment the Beastman Warrior standing at the puddle's edge, with unknown liquid still dripping from the corner of his mouth, let him know this wasn't a puddle at all—it was someone's saliva.

"He's got some talent, after all—those soldiers' old saying that a single mouthful of spit from a civilian could drown a person actually turns out to be true."

Teng Qian wore a look of having just learned something new.

The Maji, still immersed in the fragrance, saw Teng Qian and finally came to his senses; seeing the puddle as big as his own face, he hurriedly and embarrassedly used his bare toes to dig dirt and bury it.

"Haha! Um, I have something very important to discuss with Shaman Yue."

Teng Qian glanced at the buried puddle, then at the Maji tribe chief whose eyes were glazed with greed, and said with a simple, honest expression: "Our Shaman Yue just went out."

The Maji tribe chief tiptoed: "Then I'll go inside and wait for her."

Teng Qian snorted coldly; this guy was clearly salivating over their food—a damned thief!

"It's not convenient; my boss doesn't like others barging in while he's eating, and when he gets fierce he doesn't even spare himself... argh!"

The instant his words fell, a thick arm‑sized bone struck his head with pinpoint accuracy: "Let him in."

The low, magnetic voice was indifferent, yet it made Teng Qian, who had just been insisting on blocking the Maji tribe chief outside, pout and step aside.

"Heh heh, um, I'm going in first!"

Having said that, the Maji tribe chief bolted inside as if he'd just won a dozen wild boar beasts, hopping and jumping.

"That guy's sneaky silhouette is just like a yellow weasel going to steal chickens."

"What's a yellow weasel?"

"It's that kind of... and you've come too!"

Teng Qian gave a disgusted look at the Dashi tribe chief peering over his shoulder, feeling he might become depressed—having one freeloader is unlucky enough, now another shows up; can anyone still enjoy a proper meal?

"I'm here to find the Maji tribe chief."

The Half-Beast Dashi tribe chief was still a little timid when facing the strong Beastman Warrior Teng Qian.

"That's really unfortunate; your chief just left."

As soon as Teng Qian's words fell, the cave echoed with the Maji tribe chief's excited shout: "Is this food called corn pancakes? It's absolutely delicious!"

The Dashi tribe chief's beard‑covered face lifted slightly, his not‑large eyes staring straight at Teng Qian: "..."

"I'll just quietly watch you; you figure it out yourself."

Feeling awkward, Teng Qian waved his hand dismissively: "Come on, let's go, we're all in the cave."

Striding forward, he still muttered disparagingly, "A freeloader will never get to eat four dishes in a lifetime!"

"Eh... this stuff is really tasty!"

The Maji tribe chief held a corn pancake in one hand and a fragrant, crispy roasted meat slice in the other, taking a bite of pancake then a bite of meat, occasionally slurping a bowl of soup—this pace was simply unbeatable.

"Now I know why those shamans and Beastman Warriors are eager to go to the Super Tribe—this food is absolutely delicious!"

Wu Yue glanced at him with a smile: "Our tribe's method of making this food is unique; other tribes can't replicate this flavor. If you get the chance, Maji tribe chief, you could visit our tribe for a tour."

After swallowing his food, the Maji tribe chief waved his hand carelessly: "I'm not a shaman, so how could I go on a tour? Besides, I have a tribe behind me, and I can't travel far."

But the next moment, his eyes lit up: "Shaman Yue, you haven't established a tribe here, have you? Can I often come eat your tribe's food?"

Saying that, he heartily slapped his chest: "Don't worry, you can take whatever beast pelts or food you want; I'll pay with goods."

Wu Yue smiled and waved her hand: "It's not about trade; we're bound to leave eventually—even the Snow Moon Tribe's people I plan to bring with us—we can't stay here forever."

The Maji tribe chief sighed deeply, and instantly the food in his hand seemed less fragrant than before.

"What a shame—such delicious food, and we won't be able to eat it anymore."

The food discussion didn't last long; the few who had eaten their fill and drunk their fill sat in the cave.

The Maji tribe chief then spoke of his purpose for coming: "Our tribe doesn't need this year's quota, so I'm willing to support the Snow Moon Tribe, but I hope Shaman Yue can help us secure next year's quota."

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Today I went out for a spin and came back late; I'll fill in the rest of the content within an hour and a half—happy 520, everyone!

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Is there any corn flour left?

Yuan Lang asked.

Wu Yue nodded: "There's still some, in my space, but tomorrow when we hunt it'd be best to find some corn ears to bring back; when I came I saw there were still some corn ears in the forest, not many, but the food for these days is still enough."

Yuan Lang nodded, reached out and took the animal-skin bag she handed over; inside was a half-bag of golden-yellow corn flour.

As the Masaqi chieftain, who had gone halfway out to catch a prey, arrived at the Snow Moon tribe's cave, his high nose bridge began to twitch constantly.

Drip-drip!

An unfamiliar fragrance kept swirling at the tip of his nose.

Yue, the sun is so big outside, yet it's started to rain!

It's a sun shower!

I'll go check... Holy crap!

Just as Teng Qian reached the cave mouth and almost stepped into a puddle, the Beastman Warrior standing at the edge, dripping unknown liquid from the corner of his mouth, let him know this wasn't a puddle at all—it was someone's saliva.

Even if it counts as talent, the old soldiers' saying that a single mouthful of spit from each person could drown someone turns out to be true.

Teng Qian wore a look of having just learned something new.

The Masaqi, lost in the fragrance, saw Teng Qian and finally came to his senses; seeing the puddle as big as his own face, he hurriedly, embarrassedly, used his bare feet to dig dirt and bury it.

Ha! Well, I have something important to see Shaman Wu Yue about.

Teng Qian looked at the buried puddle, then at the Masaqi chieftain whose eyes were glazed green with craving, and with an honest expression said: "Our Shaman Wu Yue just went out."

The Masaqi chieftain tiptoed: "Then I'll go in and wait for her."

Teng Qian sneered: "This guy is clearly salivating over our food, you dog!"

It's not convenient; my big boss, who eats food, doesn't like others coming in to disturb his meal, and when he gets angry he doesn't even spare himself... Argh!

The moment his words fell, a thick arm-sized bone struck his head with precise accuracy: "Let him in."

The low, magnetic voice was indifferent, yet it made Teng Qian, who had just been insisting on blocking the Masaqi chieftain outside, pout and step aside.

Hehe, well, I'm going in first!

Having said that, the Masaqi chieftain bolted inside as if he'd just gotten a dozen wild boar beasts.

His sneaky silhouette is just like a weasel going to steal chickens.

What's a weasel?

It's that kind of... why are you also here!

Teng Qian looked with disdain at the Dashi chieftain poking his head in beside him, feeling he might become depressed; having one freeloader is already unlucky, now another shows up—can we even have a decent meal?

I'm here to find the Masaqi chieftain.

The Half-Beast Dashi chieftain, when facing the strong battle Beastman Warrior Teng Qian, was still a little timid.

That's really unfortunate; your chieftain just left.

As soon as Teng Qian's words fell, the Masaqi chieftain's excited shout came from the cave: "Is this food called corn cake? It's really delicious!"

The Dashi chieftain's beard-covered face lifted slightly, his not-so-large eyes staring straight at Teng Qian: "..."

I'll just quietly look at you; you figure it out yourself.

Feeling awkward, Teng Qian waved his hand dismissively: "Come on, let's go, we're all in the cave."

Watching the Masaqi chieftain dash ahead, the Dashi chieftain's 'Er Kang' hand still trembled in the wind, not having time to pull back: "Chief... uh..."

Shouldn't we wait for them to come ask us for this kind of thing...?

A gust blew past, a lone leaf fluttering down...

Chief, wait for me!

Too anxious, my hometown accent slipped out.

By now lunchtime had long passed, because everyone was watching the excitement of the four great tribes, no one had eaten.

Seeing the prey still lying on the ground unattended, Teng Qian, already starving to the point his intestines were knotted, hoisted it and headed for the riverbank: "I'll go process the prey; can we make some corn cakes today? Fragrant, crispy roasted meat plus sweet corn cakes, and if we could also have a bowl of wild vegetable soup, that would be even better."

Wu Yue smiled at him: "Your little menu design isn't bad—protein, carbs, and dietary fiber, none missing."

Teng Qian scratched his head, bewildered: "I don't want to eat those; roasted meat, corn cakes, and wild vegetable soup are enough."

Seeing Wu Yue nod, he then happily went off to process the prey.

Is there any corn flour left?

Yuan Lang asked.

Wu Yue nodded: "There's still some, in my space, but tomorrow when we hunt it'd be best to find some corn ears to bring back; when I came I saw there were still some corn ears in the forest, not many, but the food for these days is still enough."

Yuan Lang nodded, reached out and took the animal-skin bag she handed over; inside was a half-bag of golden-yellow corn flour.

As the Masaqi chieftain, who had gone halfway out to catch a prey, arrived at the Snow Moon tribe's cave, his high nose bridge began to twitch constantly.

Drip-drip!

An unfamiliar fragrance kept swirling at the tip of his nose.

Yue, the sun is so big outside, yet it's started to rain!

It's a sun shower!

I'll go check... Holy crap!

Just as Teng Qian reached the cave mouth and almost stepped into a puddle, the Beastman Warrior standing at the edge, dripping unknown liquid from the corner of his mouth, let him know this wasn't a puddle at all—it was someone's saliva.

Even if it counts as talent, the old soldiers' saying that a single mouthful of spit from each person could drown someone turns out to be true.

Teng Qian wore a look of having just learned something new.

The Masaqi, lost in the fragrance, saw Teng Qian and finally came to his senses; seeing the puddle as big as his own face, he hurriedly, embarrassedly, used his bare feet to dig dirt and bury it.

Ha! Well, I have something important to see Shaman Wu Yue about.

Teng Qian looked at the buried puddle, then at the Masaqi chieftain whose eyes were glazed green with craving, and with an honest expression said: "Our Shaman Wu Yue just went out."

The Mazi tribe chief stood on tiptoe: "Then I'll go in and wait for her."

Teng Qian sneered, this guy indeed is drooling over their food, you dog thief!

"It's not very convenient, my boss's food doesn't like others entering to disturb him; when he gets fierce he doesn't even spare himself... woah!"