Chapter 66: Worrying About Bowel Movements

Grandma Hua Shu frowned and looked at her: "What's the matter?"

She was doubtful, wondering if there could be anything more important than food.

Wu Yue gave a bitter smile: "After we return to the tribe, if anyone asks, just say the vine bags were jointly thought up by the females of our gathering team, okay?"

Before exchanging salt, I don't want Aya and Ye Duo to notice me too much.

Thinking about the matter between those two troublesome females and the moon, Hua Shu nodded understandingly: "Alright, I'll tell the females not to spread this for now."

Wu Yue smiled gratefully.

Waiting until I've gathered enough food to exchange for the salt back, hehe.

If Aya and Ye Duo dare to provoke me again, I'll let them know why the flower is so red.

The enthusiastic females wove vine bags at great speed, practically able to set up an assembly line right there.

Busy time always flies by; Grandma Hua Shu began calling the females gathering from all places to assemble.

The females looked longingly at the wild vegetables still unpicked in their hands, and could only drag their large woven bags away.

After they had tied and shouldered the woven bags, Grandma Hua Shu gave further instructions before leading the gathering team toward the tribe.

This time, everyone in the gathering team had their animal pelts tied around their waists with a vine.

Their dark faces were full of excited smiles as they loudly chatted, taking steps larger than any previous public gathering day.

Looking at their appearance, Wu Yue suddenly thought of a song: "The Song of the Former Serfs Who Stood Up".

At this moment, the tribe's clearing was bustling; the hunting team's males were processing the game they brought back.

The gathering team gathered in different places, piling the collected food together to form little green hills.

The females sat around their own little hills, chatting and laughing loudly, occasionally glancing at the other gathering team's vegetable piles, secretly making comparisons.

If theirs was less, they'd break into gleeful smiles.

If theirs was more, they'd take out the animal pelts set aside and try to find a few more wild vegetables from them to make up the difference.

Meanwhile, in the small river running through the tribe, the males who had returned from hunting were washing the blood off their bodies in the river water.

Three big tigers squatted down in unison, letting the river water wash over their bodies.

"Yuan Lang, today is the public gathering day; if your A Mu's gathering team wins, could you treat us to a meal of wild vegetables?"

Teng Qian's eyes were full of anticipation, while Teng Kun beside him looked at their commander with starry eyes.

Yuan Lang's large tiger eyes lazily glanced at the two of them: "If you want to eat, let your A Mu make it."

Are wild vegetable dumplings really hard to make? It's just a matter of rolling them.

Besides that last pot of bitter herb mush, the wild vegetables that A Mu makes at home are simple vegetable dumplings, or just eaten raw.

Thinking of this, Yuan Lang felt his tiger fur faintly tinged with green.

Teng Qian and Teng Kun drooped their heads in disappointment: "Roar! I want to change my A Mu."

Teng Kun echoed: "Me too."

Their A Mu, upon seeing them eat wild vegetables, would rush over and forcibly pull the vegetables from their mouths.

The most absurd part is that she doesn't throw it away; she simply shakes it off and then eats it herself!

Thinking of their still slightly sore buttocks today, the two big brains began to worry about the next bowel movement.

(End of chapter)