Chapter 763

... Work hard, and in the cold season we'll give you more food.

After we finish today's work, let's go pick up firewood together.

In the cold season, the heated kang is warm and cozy; lying on it is extremely comfortable.

Hehe, I saved some of the corn I got, and when the cold season comes we'll roast and eat it.

The Beastman Sir said that in the cold season we will study... study whatever characters or numbers with the little ones.

... and together we'll make formidable weapons.

The newly arrived slaves each wanted to rush up and grab the passing Snow Moon tribe slaves nearby, shaking them wildly.

Beast God!

Do the slaves of the Snow Moon tribe really live this well?

In their disbelief, a group came to the tribe's central square.

A Half-Beast warrior specially tasked with managing slaves was already waiting there.

After a simple handover, the Beastman warriors responsible for escorting the new slaves left.

The Half-Beast warrior managing the slaves tapped a bamboo tube on the rack beside him.

The bang-bang sound echoed across the open ground.

It called back the wandering thoughts of the new slaves.

Seeing them all looking at him, the Half-Beast warrior straightened his back.

He carefully explained the tribe's slave regulations to them.

As the new slaves listened, they became increasingly confused.

What?

Those who contribute to the tribe, possess a skill, or work well can have their slave mark erased and become ordinary members of the Snow Moon tribe!

They can own their own house and belongings, and their children born will also be ordinary tribe members!

If there is a child in the family who studies... studies well, or whose grades are good, they too can become ordinary tribe members!

Happiness came too quickly.

This left the group of new slaves huddled in the square stunned and dazed.

From deep within came a frantic roar.

Are they being protected by the Beast God Sir?

I thought we would forever be slaves who only work, never full or warm, always at risk of death, without freedom.

But instead we ended up in the Snow Moon tribe.

Thinking of the good life as a slave in the Snow Moon tribe.

The new slaves involuntarily lifted their heads to look toward the direction of their former tribe.

In their eyes there was even a hint of superiority.

Look! We are slaves now.

Snow Moon tribe slaves.

Snow Moon tribe slaves who live better than you Beastman warriors.

With the big ship coming and going, time slipped away quickly.

Not long from now, this year's cold season will arrive.

The Snow Moon tribe's Lin He Ling Di territory suddenly gained nearly a thousand slaves, and many things need to start being prepared.

The weather right now isn't very cold yet.

So the Half-Beast warrior managing the slaves rummaged in the warehouse for tents previously used by the tribespeople.

He set them up in a corner of the open ground for them to live in.

But once the cold season arrives, that won't do.

Living in tents will get people killed.

These new slaves were obtained in exchange for supplies.

The remaining houses in the tribe are very limited.

Even if ten slaves share a room, we would still need nearly a hundred houses.

The Half-Beast warrior went to see Ying Ze with a wrinkled face.

Ying Ze, who was busy hunting, waved his hand: "Let those who know how to build a kang set up a large kang in the caves where we used to live."

These newly arrived slaves will live in the caves this cold season.

Having received the Beastman Sir's orders, the Half-Beast warrior felt reassured.

He busily greeted the new slaves and had them clean the caves.

Going to apply for setting up a kang in the caves, they bustled about in a flurry of activity.

Before joining the Snow Moon tribe, they also spent their cold seasons in caves.

Moreover, even the caves are not accessible to everyone.

Many low-status commoners and despised slaves live in shacks they built themselves.

Every year after the cold season passes, everyone lifts the curtain to look.

The corpses inside the shacks are frozen solid.

Even if one enters the cave.

The spacious, warm areas inside are reserved for the shamans and the Beastman Sirs.

Half-Beast warriors and pure humans can only huddle at the cave entrance.

Piercing cold wind seeps in through the stone cracks.

It felt as if the sharp claws of a wild beast were scraping on the body over and over.

It hurts.

As a senior slave of the Snow Moon Tribe.

The old slaves were very friendly to these new slaves.

Some female slaves, after finishing their work, proactively approached the new slaves and taught them how to weave grass mats.

"Prepare more dry grass, weave it thicker, and plug it at the cave entrance during the cold season."

Even the bone‑scraping cold wind can't blow in.

"It will be much, much warmer."

"After you finish your work, come with us to the forest to gather firewood."

In the cold season, we heat the kang until it's nice and warm.

"Sleeping on it is so comfortable you just want to roll around."

"During rest time, we'll take you out to gather."

"The gathered herbs and fruits can also be exchanged for cornmeal."

"If you're lucky and gather precious herbs, you might even be able to trade them for meat."

"Mm‑hmm, let me tell you, our tribe's salt‑cured beast meat keeps for a long time and smells fragrant, with no trace of odor."

The old slaves who came to help all nodded.

Their faces showed expressions of longing.

The new slaves listened blankly, one by one, to their back‑and‑forth chatter.

Their heads were buzzing.

This is hardly a slave's life; even the Beastman Sirs of the super tribes can't compare.

A sense of pride welled up from the heart.

Who would have thought that they would one day feel proud to become slaves?

The resettlement of new slaves in Lin He Ling Di is proceeding in an orderly manner.

Wu Yue also bade farewell to her friends in Yun Wu Shan Mai and began the return journey.

I don't know if it's because the publicity was too effective.

The riverside natives who used to run away at the sight of them no longer flee.

Even some tribes now actively greet them and invite them to dock in their territories.

Wu Yue quietly exchanged two large bags of snow salt from the system shop.

Taking advantage of the trading opportunity, she began to gather information about these native tribes.

"Our salt is pure snow salt; eating it poses absolutely no danger."

"Take a look."

"The Beastfolk of the Snow Moon Tribe, while speaking, produced a handful of snow‑white salt from a sea‑beast hide bag."

"From among the several native groups before them stepped an elderly Beastfolk, trembling."

He reached out and pinched a small amount of snow salt.

After cautiously glancing at the Beastfolk holding the snow salt,

He slowly placed it into his mouth.

His toothless mouth writhed.

After a moment, he excitedly turned his head to face the natives behind him.

He murmured on at length.

Upon hearing that, the group of natives instantly became excited.

Each stared with fiery eyes at Wu Yue and the beast‑hide bags holding the snow salt beside her.

"Honored Shaman, can we exchange all of this salt with you?"

The elderly Beastfolk spoke in some broken Beastfolk common language.

Wu Yue looked at them in surprise upon hearing that.

This is salt from three beast‑hide bags, weighing over three hundred jin.