Chapter 578

Yuan Lang Sir, should we just kill these two guys?

Laman lifted the two Half-Beast Warriors and shook them; this feeling was still somewhat exciting.

Looking at the two in his hand, like little chicks, hehe...

Bring them along; the tribe still needs many workers.

The Beastfolk's voice was so cold that the two Half-Beast Warriors and the surrounding males who were already surrounded felt despair.

Ooooow!

One of the Half-Beast Warriors weakly struggled, his eyes looking toward Yuan Lang Sir.

The Beastfolk raised an eyebrow: "Get the food out of his mouth."

The food in his mouth was pulled out; the Half-Beast Warrior glared fiercely at the male who had just acted violently, but the next moment his body was violently shaken.

You dare glare at our Snow Moon Tribe's people!

A stiff smile appeared on the Half-Beast Warrior's face, then he looked toward Yuan Lang Sir: "You are the Beastman Warrior of the Snow Moon Tribe, right? You'd better let us go quickly, otherwise all of you will have to stay here."

Including you, Beastman Sir.

The Half-Beast said, a flicker of excitement passing through his eyes.

If the Beastman Warrior of the Hu Teng Tribe could seize this Beastman Warrior before him, wouldn't he also be able to try the feeling of subduing a Beastman Warrior?

Looking at the Half-Beast's gradually perverse smile, Yuan Lang Sir suddenly thought of those psychologically twisted old eunuchs who had long stayed in the palace in his previous world.

Who gave you the guts to howl in my face?

Seeing that he was not uneasy because of his words, still maintaining an indifferent expression, the Half-Beast felt a sense of foreboding well up instead.

But thinking of that Sir's strength, his heart gradually eased.

Beastman Sir, I admit that for us you are truly very strong, but you don't know that not far from our mountains there is another Beastman Warrior from the Super Tribe; if you dare harm us, that Beastman Warrior will surely kill you and your people.

Hehe...

A mocking cold laugh sounded from the crack; in the Half-Beast's triumphant gaze, Yuan Lang Sir's lips twitched: "You couldn't be referring to that waste of a Beastman from the Hu Teng Tribe, could you?"

Saying that Beastman waste, it's not really his arrogance; he didn't even use the monthly talisman, and in just a few rounds sent that Beastman to serve the Beast God.

Seeing the Half-Beast widen his eyes in terror at his words, Yuan Lang Sir, in a good mood, stepped forward and patted his shoulder: "Even if I don't say he's already gone to see the Beast God, even if he were still alive, he couldn't save you."

He turned and walked toward a large tree nearby, his indifferent voice sounding in everyone's ears.

Knock them out and tie them up; from now on they will be the tribe's new slaves.

One sentence decided their fate; the Uke Tribe's people felt that beastly life was literally darker than the current night.

Meanwhile, in the Snow Moon Tribe, the males tasked with forging ironware received a new assignment; looking at the pile of deep-green stones before them, everyone's hearts burned with enthusiasm.

Shaman Yue Sir said this is a new kind of ore that can be refined like iron ore to produce something.

Thinking of the weapons that could be made from refined iron ore, the males' enthusiasm surged, and they began busily panting as they worked.

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Yue, can this really be made into weapons?

Teng Qian wiped the sweat from his face, the animal skin at his waist soaked through, but his eyes shone astonishingly.

The males always have an extraordinary fervor for weapons.

Wu Yue, however, laughed and shook her head, taking out a mold and handing it to him: "Pour all the refined molten copper into this mold."

Teng Qian took the mold from her hand dubiously, looking at the round objects with square holes in the middle, puzzled: "Yue, is this the new weapon you designed?"

Wu Yue amusedly looked at the tall, burly Beastman Warrior before her: "This isn't a weapon; it's currency."

Cur... currency?

Isn't currency supposed to be gold and silver?

This is a kind of currency used by our predecessors in our previous world: square-hole round coins.

This trade fair was held very successfully, and it will continue from now on.

Since that's the case, let this forest abide by our rules.

Thinking about the function of money in his previous world, Teng Qian also felt his heart heat up: "Don't worry, I'll take charge of making the currency; I'll personally oversee it."

He gripped the mold in his hand tightly, but lowering his head he saw exquisite tiny characters engraved around the square hole, completely different from the writing of their previous world: "Yue, what is this script?"

This is our world's script; engraved on it are the words 'Polar Copper Coin'.

Polar Copper Coin?

Teng Qian looked at Yue's calm expression, as if he sensed something from the coin's name.

To cast the copper coins more quickly, Teng Qian entrusted the work of refining copper ore to the skilled males, and he himself led the tribespeople in building another kiln.

With both kilns operating together, the speed of coin casting instantly increased.

Just five days after the copper ore had been fully refined, Fuer and his party pulled an ox cart, carrying baskets on their backs, and brought back another batch of copper ore.

Deep in the Snow Moon Tribe, Wu Yue was sitting beside several kilns in the grass shelter that the males had built for resting.

Even from a great distance, one could still feel that astonishing heat.

Suddenly, a burst of hearty cheers came from afar; Wu Yue looked expectantly toward the direction of the sound, a familiar figure holding a beast-skin bag, sprinting wildly toward the grass shelter.

Yue, take a look—how did these cast copper coins turn out?

Accompanied by the clattering of coins striking each other, a pile of copper coins was dumped onto the table before her.

Wu Yue cupped a handful of still-warm copper coins in her hand, carefully examining the characters and the shape of the coins, her face gradually breaking into a satisfied smile.

Great! Excellent, we'll cast according to this standard; what we've cast so far is still too little—we must strive to produce a batch before the next trade fair, gradually promoting the copper coins.

At first we may not need many copper coins, but as our tribe grows and the trade fair expands, demand for money will keep rising; before currency trade stabilizes, you'll have to work hard.

Seeing her satisfied, Teng Qian proudly crossed his arms and laughed loudly: "Haha, in the past, such a task of minting money would never fall to us rough fellows; rest assured, leave it to me."

Wu Yue took away the first perfectly cast copper coin, leaving only two as successful samples for the males to reference in casting.

Huh?

Just as she pushed open the door, she felt a familiar aura.

The Beastfolk's lips curled slightly, making no attempt to hide, and sat on the middle stool watching her as she entered.