Bringing a System to the Beast World

Chapter 435 We're Not a Match

The petite witch was somewhat bewildered. The sweet mushroom flavor in her mouth was suddenly dispelled, replaced by a very familiar smell of flesh and blood.

The petite witch, who didn't particularly like eating meat to begin with, instantly became furious, glaring fiercely at the orc warriors above her.

"I am a witch, shouldn't you listen to me? I don't want to eat meat, didn't you hear me?"

As she spoke, she chewed the meat and mushrooms in her mouth with great effort, her little face puffed up like a newly ripened mountain fruit in the forest.

The burly orc warrior reached out his large, fan-like hand and patted the petite witch's head: "You need to eat meat to grow up. You're too small now. I still want to be your mate."

The petite witch felt her anger deflate instantly, like a punctured balloon, and suddenly she wasn't so angry anymore.

But instead, a very sad feeling arose: "I also want to grow up, but even though I've eaten a lot of meat, my figure hasn't changed at all."

After saying that, he glanced somewhat sadly at the spot where the burly orc's fur skirt was, then looked at himself and said, "We really don't match."

The burly orc looked annoyed: "Then you should eat fewer mushrooms. The Great Shaman said that the reason you haven't been able to grow up is probably because you've been eating too many mushrooms."

That's why they're so small, like mushrooms.
But would an orc warrior say that?
Absolutely not, he was just making excuses in his head.

The petite witch glanced at the burly orc with disdain: "Our tribe is all like this. My father and mother said that growing up depends on the protection of the Beast God, not on me eating mushrooms."

After saying that, he took another bite of the mushroom and chewed it with a smacking sound.

The burly orc glanced at her but said nothing. However, during the rest of the meal, he would occasionally tear off a piece of meat and stuff it into the petite witch's mouth, eliciting angry screams from her.

Meanwhile, with winter approaching, the orc warriors and the people of the small and medium-sized tribes accelerated the construction of the city walls.

The towering city wall was as tall as five orc warriors, and because of the addition of ironwood powder, the entire wall had a heavy, iron-blue hue.

"Beast God, did we really build such a tall stone wall?"

The people of the small and medium-sized tribes looked at the tall city walls around them, and then at the spinning tops in their hands, and felt somewhat uneasy.

When Wu Yue found Yuan Lang, he was shirtless, working with the orc warriors to build the area above the city wall.

"Yuan Lang".

The city walls were too high, and Wu Yue's voice only reached the ears of the orcs who were sweating profusely above, thanks to the enhancement of witchcraft.

Perhaps because he was used to long hair in the previous world, Yuan Lang's smooth white hair was held up by a vine and then cascaded down his back.

Yuan Lang, who was building the city wall, heard the little female's voice. His deep eyes immediately turned to look in the direction of the sound. The little female was wearing a simple white animal skin outfit, revealing her fair and tender limbs. She was petite and agile.

Yuan Lang felt a soft spot in his heart, put down what he was holding, turned around, and jumped straight off the high city wall.

The tall figure fell from the high city wall, but it was like a falling leaf, leaving only a shallow footprint.

Yuan Lang's bare chest was covered in sweat, and apart from his hands being covered in mud, there was not a single dirty spot on his body.

"You don't have obsessive-compulsive disorder, do you?"

Wu Yue chuckled and teased the tall, handsome orc warrior in front of her.

Yuan Lang chuckled: "Why make yourself covered in things that can be done with just your hands?"

As he spoke, he walked to the side, where there was a water tank for the orc warriors to wash themselves.

Wu Yue stepped forward and scooped out some water for him to wash: "I have some simple loom blueprints here. I want to try and see if the cloth I weave will be usable. Could you please make it for me?"

Having said that, he raised an eyebrow and looked at the orc with deep-set eyes: "This little matter shouldn't be too difficult for our general."

As she whispered her last words into Yuan Lang's ear, her voice was significantly lower.

Warm breath brushed against the orc's ear, making Yuan Lang's ears tingle. He looked up at the smiling little female and said, "Of course."

Although it was described as a simplified version of a loom, it was still quite difficult for Yuan Lang and Wu Yue, who had never operated one before.

It took two whole days to finish making this simple loom.

"It looks about right, but I don't know how it will perform."

Hearing the little female's words, Yuan Lang felt a little nervous.

After laying out the warp threads and completing a series of preparatory tasks, Wu Yue sat down somewhat nervously in front of the simple loom.

'Crunch, crunch, thud'

'Crunch, crunch, thud'

This sound kept repeating itself.

The piece of cloth that Wu Yue was wearing was about the width of her own arm.

It was also the first time Yuan Lang had ever seen a woman weaving cloth on a loom, and he stood aside watching with considerable curiosity.

But as time went by, looking at the finished product in front of the little female, which was less than the width of his little finger, he felt terrible.

"I'd better go and build the city wall first. It will probably take some time before it's woven to a point where it's visible."

He never knew that weaving was such a time-consuming process; no wonder a good piece of cloth was so expensive.

Wu Yue looked up and rubbed her slightly sore neck: "Okay, you go ahead and get busy. Weaving is not something that can be rushed, and besides, I'm not very skilled at it yet."

Yuan Lang placed his large, bony hand behind the little female's neck and slowly began to knead it: "Don't rush, take your time. We still have animal hides to wear."

The two talked for a while longer, during which Yuan Lang continued to massage Wu Yue.

The orc's palms were burning hot, making the massage very comfortable.

Wu Yue spent a whole week weaving this piece of cloth, but even after a week, she only got a piece of cloth about the length of her forearm, which made her very frustrated.

"It seems this cloth can only be woven slowly during the winter when there's nothing else to do."

After covering the loom with a piece of cloth redeemed from the system store, Wu Yue carried her small basket on her back and went outside.

The tribe is now bustling with activity. After the orc warriors hand over a portion of the prey they hunt, the rest is distributed among the tribespeople who participated in the hunt.

The tribe's communal food was prepared by the females from several gathering teams, including curing salted meat and making pickled vegetables and dried vegetables.

"Moon, you're finally out! Everyone's busy preparing food. What have you been doing staying at home all this time?"

When Qingcao, who was curing salted meat, saw her friend come out, she rushed over in a hurry. Her hands were greasy and looked like she was doing some kind of hand care.

Wu Yue smiled mysteriously: "I'm making something really amazing, but it will take a lot of time. If it's not finished by then, it might be winter. I'll show it to you then."

Qingcao's mysterious demeanor piqued her curiosity, and she chuckled as she sidled up to her: "You're still keeping our relationship a secret? Anyway, one of my prey's already marinated, take me to see it." Wuyue, amused by her bright eyes, replied, "I can't take you to see it now, because it's not finished yet, so you can't tell."

"Ok."

Although curious about what new thing her friend was up to, Wu Yue's words nipped Qingcao's curiosity in the bud.

"Moon, the construction of the city wall is now in its final stages. The orc warriors have taken the opportunity to build another kiln and fire a lot of new pottery. We're going to go take a look after we finish curing the salted meat. Are you coming?"

"New pottery?"

Wu Yue looked at the grass curiously: "Are the shapes different?"

Green Grass smiled mysteriously: "I won't tell you. You'll find out when you come with us."

After saying that, the two walked over to the females, chatting and laughing, and helped them cure the remaining salted meat.

In the end, only an older grandmother was left to guard the place, while the rest of the females went together to the brick kiln to see a batch of porcelain that had been fired.

"Lord Wuyue."

Nagano was in charge of making the blanks again. He was very excited to see Wu Yue, whom he hadn't seen for a long time. The wrinkles on his face looked like a blooming chrysanthemum.

"The pottery pieces made this time are all relatively small."

Wu Yue picked up a jar and looked at it. The surface of this jar was much smoother than the ones she had made before, but its height was only about the same as her forearm.

Nagano nodded: "There are a few slaves who are very good at making large jars and pots, so I separated the large pottery pieces from the small pottery pieces and had them make them."

"You did very well."

Wu Yue unusually acknowledged Nagano's work.

Nagano rubbed his hands together excitedly, his eyes shining even brighter.

To Wu Yue's amusement, Nagano had actually chosen a batch of high-quality pottery to leave for her.

After Aogusa and the others had made their selections, Nagano openly led the slaves back to Gogetsu's home with the pottery that had been specially reserved for her.

To Wu Yue's surprise, there were actually quite a few people in the courtyard.

"Uh, what's going on?"

Wu Yue stared blankly at the Snow Tiger Clan Chief and several unfamiliar orc warriors standing in her yard.

Although I had never seen them before, I could tell from their golden hair that they were orc warriors from the Mad Lion tribe.

Several baskets were placed in the yard, emitting a fresh and familiar fruity aroma.

"Moon, come and see, these are fruits specially brought for you by the people of the Mad Lion Tribe."

After nodding and greeting the tall, handsome orc warriors, Wu Yue walked to the Snow Tiger Chieftain's side and looked down at the basket he had just opened.

These baskets were exchanged from the Mad Lion Tribe during a previous trade fair.

However, Wu Yue had no time to think about the origin of these baskets. She was staring in astonishment at the pineapples in the baskets, each about the size of two orc hands.

"This is a golden fruit unique to the Mad Lion Tribe. It was bestowed upon the Mad Lion Tribe by the Beast God, and the flesh inside is as golden as the hair of the Mad Lion Tribe members."

"These are the most precious fruits of the Lion Clan. The Lion Clan Shaman shared some with the orc warriors to bring over for you to try."

An orc warrior from the Lion Clan stepped forward, conjured sharp claws with a 'whoosh,' and then, with a flash of sharp light, slices of pineapple skin were peeled off.

The orc, his eyes sparkling, handed the pineapple to Wu Yue.

Wu Yue smiled at him and said, "Thank you."

Then he took the pineapple into the kitchen, cut it into finger-thick slices, placed them on a plate, and brought it out.

The aroma of the pineapple intensifies as it's cut open, making your mouth water just from the smell.

The sweet and sour pineapple juice flowed in her mouth, making her squint her eyes in enjoyment.

"This fruit is so delicious, thank you for sharing, Mad Lion Witch."

Wu Yue's gratitude pleased the members of the Mad Lion Tribe, and their smiles grew even wider.

“The shaman said that the Snow Tiger tribe has helped us a lot, this is nothing.”

The orc warrior who had just peeled the pineapple for Wu Yue laughed.

Seeing that Wu Yue really liked the pineapple, he breathed a sigh of relief. After thinking for a moment, he continued, "We came here for two reasons: first, to give the Golden Fruit to the Ghost Tribe; and second, to exchange it for some prey that the Snow Tiger Tribe can preserve for a long time."

Before the last migration, the Snow Tiger tribe had the orc warriors of the Flying Eagle tribe distribute some salted meat to the other three tribes. To the surprise of the three tribes, much of their food had spoiled, but the meat, which should have been the easiest to spoil, had no odor at all.

Finally, after investigation by the three tribes, it was discovered that the meat appeared to have been treated with salt.

After returning to their territories from their migration, the three tribes began to study this method of preserving meat for a long time.

But
A lot of salt was wasted, but the meat they made still spoiled when it was supposed to.

The people of these three tribes no longer dared to try it casually.

Now, with winter fast approaching, the Mad Lion Tribe is the first to get restless. Under the pretext of sending golden fruits, they have come to the Snow Tiger Tribe to request some of your meat, which can be stored for a long time, in exchange.

Wu Yue and Chief Xuehu exchanged a glance, realizing that delivering the fruit was just a side effect; their main purpose was this.

However, Wu Yue did not speak, while Chief Xuehu laughed and said, "Because we did not intend to use this meat to exchange, the tribe does not have enough prepared salted meat to exchange with you right now."

The orcs of the Mad Lion tribe looked disappointed: "We can trade it for the food we hunted."

Food that can be preserved for a long time is so important that they are unwilling to give up as long as there is even the slightest hope.

"You must be tired from your journey. Go back and rest first. We'll discuss it with Wu first."

After seeing off the orc warriors of the Mad Lion Tribe, Wu Yue looked at Chief Snow Tiger and said, "I'm afraid there's more than just this one tribe."

The Snow Tiger Clan Chief's lips twitched: "What are your thoughts?"

After pondering for a moment, Wu Yuechi said, "Cutting salted meat is a waste of salt, and I believe they don't need much of it. So we can let them hunt their own prey and then exchange it with us for salt."

We only helped them marinate the food; they then took it back to their village to dry themselves.

(End of this chapter)