Chapter 758: If you can't lead a team, you'll work yourself to death

There are far too few literate and numerate people in the tribe!!!

During the entire transaction process, it actually required her, this shaman, to personally handle the recording and calculations.

Although all of this behind-the-scenes work was done by Tongzi.

But it's impossible for me to always travel with the fleet everywhere.

And as the fleet continues to grow and develop.

Relying on her alone is simply impossible to keep up.

So why did she initially overlook the literacy campaign?

Surely it's because she got too full of herself?

If you can't lead a team, you'll work yourself to death.

She doesn't want to die, so...

She turned her head to look around at the beastman warriors with foolish grins plastered on their faces.

Wu Yue's lips curled into a hint of iron-blooded arc.

Tribespeople, study well and you'll improve every day.

The beastman warriors who were foolishly grinning at the huge pile of precious land goods suddenly felt a chill down their spines.

A bad premonition surged into their hearts.

And the people of the Snow Moon Tribe who had already left didn't know.

The sea goods they limitedly sold were spread by various means to more distant tribes by the super tribe in the Cloud Mist Forest and other tribes.

The precious snow salt especially gained the favor of some 'tycoons' among the tribes.

Those who can eat snow salt will surely be envied by the entire tribe's people.

Especially when males used precious pearl-shell sea goods and such to win the hearts of females they had long pursued.

The land beastfolk's demand for sea tribe goods became increasingly frenzied.

Meanwhile, the Snow Moon Tribe's big ship returned to its home sea area under the attention of all the tribes.

And the pale-faced beastman who had earlier cooperated was already waiting at the ship's docking point.

When he saw the bundles of precious land beast hides, herbs, fruits, and other items being carried down by the Snow Moon Tribe's beastman warriors.

The pale-faced beastman only felt a surge of hot blood.

A pale face instantly turned bright red.

There's no way, he's excited.

He even saw in there the pottery jars that the great shamans revered as divine artifacts.

His eyes kept scanning over the items.

His heart kept howling and screaming.

He's made it! He's going to make it big!

The exchanged items were uniformly arranged and placed in the grand warehouse built in advance.

The oil lamps on the walls swayed enchantingly, emitting light.

It illuminated the huge warehouse as if it were outdoors.

Looking at the items neatly placed on the wooden racks.

The pale-faced beastman following beside Wu Yue kept rubbing his hands.

"Shaman Yue, can I freely choose any of these items?"

He gazed with fiery eyes at the few pottery jars alone placed on the central wooden table, decorated with mysterious patterns.

He was drooling.

Wu Yue chuckled: "Except for those few jars, you can pick any of the others."

The pale-faced beastman's face stiffened, then he looked at her pitifully: "I don't want any of the others; can't I just have one jar?"

The jar, sigh~

With the jar, he could even trade with his father for a territory with richer food.

The pale-faced beastman's little abacus in his heart crackled.

Wu Yue's eyes flickered, she looked regretful: "Although I'd also like to give you one, these pottery items are hard-won through our exchange."

She walked over to the jars with an inscrutable expression: "The mysterious patterns on these jars were personally drawn by a great shaman with powerful shamanic power."

They possess miraculous power; come and see.

She instructed the beastman warrior beside her to pour water into one of the jars.

Then she took a seed from her animal-skin pouch and tossed it into the water-filled jar.

Afterward, a scene that left everyone's jaws dropped occurred.

In just a few breaths, a tender sprouting shoot poked its head out of the jar.

It then began to grow, bloom, bear fruit, and wither at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Wu Yue reached out and plucked the red fruits, each the size of a baby's fist.

She handed one to the dazed pale-faced beastman: "Try it."

The pale-faced beastman took it with a wooden expression.

Then he woodenly shoved it into his mouth.

He was then awakened by a sour-sweet flavor.

His hands trembled, as if he were a Parkinson's patient.

"This... this jar can actually grow fruit!!!"

Could this jar have been kissed by the beast god?

Wu Yue nodded: "This is the miraculous aspect I mentioned."

However, the number of times this pottery jar can grow fruit is also limited.

Each pottery jar can only be used for planting four times, with one seed each time.

The pale-faced Beastfolk looked at her solemnly: "Shaman Yue, please exchange a pottery jar with me; I will have my people send over any missing items later."

If he could obtain such a pottery jar.

The fertile land rich in food he desired is secured.

After the pale-faced Beastfolk happily paid a large amount of sea goods and salt.

He finally placed the long-desired pottery jar into his bosom.

"Shaman Yue, when will the next big ship trade be?"

"It's not certain yet; some problems were discovered in this trade, and the fleet needs to make some adjustments.

then it will set out again."

The pale-faced Beastfolk fawned up to her: "I will go back and order my people to prepare sea goods.

You must definitely notify me before you depart.

I will closely follow your steps."

Wu Yue looked at his handsome face with amusement: "Naturally, our Snow Moon Tribe's arrival at Bai Sha Yan Hai is greatly thanks to your help.

Our Snow Moon Tribe values loyalty to friends."

Although he didn't know what the 'loyalty' Shaman Yue spoke of meant.

But he instinctively felt it was good words.

The smile on his face became even more radiant.

After bidding farewell to the Snow Moon Tribe members, the pale-faced Beastfolk departed amid the scrutinizing gazes from all sides.

In the Snow Moon Tribe meeting room.

After summarizing this large ship's trading venture.

Wu Yue, with a bright smile, looked toward the seated persons in charge and each squad leader.

"For the development and strengthening of our fleet,

starting tomorrow, everyone present must undergo training.

only those who pass the training assessment can follow the fleet on departure."

Everyone looked bewildered.

A bad premonition rose in their hearts.

The hands they were eagerly rubbing involuntarily stopped.

What is training? What is the exam?

And as the only three who could understand Wu Yue's meaning—Yuan Lang, Teng Qian, and Teng Kun—

they involuntarily cast sympathetic glances at those seated among the crowd.

In the time that followed.

The tribespeople occasionally could hear the mournful wails of their own squad leaders coming from that large meeting room.

Each person, when passing the meeting room, couldn't help but lighten their steps.

Then they hurried away.

The wailing echoed throughout the Snow Moon Tribe's encampment for several whole months.

Until everyone began to hurriedly stockpile winter food, that mournful wailing gradually faded away.

Only during each assessment would it sound again.

Looking again at the originally strong squad leaders, each one appeared listless and drooping.

As if they had suffered some inhumane devastation.