Bringing a System to the Beast World

Chapter 443 The Change of Nagano's Identity

Wu Yue's words instantly reminded Nagano of something she had said a long time ago: as long as he made a significant contribution, he could escape his status as a slave and become an ordinary member of the Snow Tiger tribe.

He was overwhelmed with joy, but after a moment, he calmed down.

“Lord Wuyue, the clay used to fire this kind of porcelain was discovered by one of our team members, not by me alone.”

The surrounding slaves were momentarily stunned when they heard Nagano say this, and then their eyes were filled with emotion and warmth.

Wu Yue's smile deepened slightly. She was right; this was an upright person.

"Let their merits accumulate just like yours before."

Nagano nodded happily. Since becoming Lord Wuyue's man, he had done many good things for the Snow Tiger Tribe. Although Lord Wuyue didn't say anything, he remembered them all.

With hope in one's heart, one becomes more proactive in doing things.

After Wu Yue left the cave, the male slaves who stayed behind to guard it stood up straighter and straighter.

They should work hard and strive to accumulate enough merit to become ordinary clansmen, just like Nagano.

The idea of ​​making great contributions and striving to become an ordinary member of the clan had been discussed with Xuehu Wu and the clan chief before May, and the two elders agreed.

"Dog host, are you going to go and tell Nagano to become an ordinary member of the clan right now?"

Tongzi sat leisurely on the beach that the system had conjured, with his chubby, short legs crossed and a glass of orange juice in his hand. He looked incredibly content.

Wu Yue glanced at this guy and rolled her eyes in annoyance. Although she didn't know how the points she gave were redeemed by the system, judging from the luxurious life of this damn system, she knew it must be quite a lot.

“I’m not stupid. Although this porcelain is precious, Nagano and his team haven’t been able to fire it successfully yet. I can’t very well use these fragments to help him claim credit.”

It is only convincing to present a complete piece of porcelain. Some things are only convincing when they are successful, especially when the reward is such a significant event as changing one's status.

Tongzi took a sip of the cool beverage; the dog host's intelligence was still online.

Hearing the system's internal monologue, Wu Yue was speechless. She moved her fingers, wanting to deduct the dog system's pocket points, but remembering the way the system acted so wildly after the last point deduction, she curled her fingers and gave up.

"Lord Wuyue!"

Excited shouts rang out not far in front of her. Wu Yue came back to her senses and looked in the direction of the sound. She saw several slaves with dark faces full of smiles running towards her.

They're all smiling like sunflowers, what good news could there be?

The first strong male ran over, probably having just come from the fields, his body still covered in mud, and his face showing a clear mark of sweat.

"Lord Wuyue, the taro is ripe! We just dug up a plant, and it's much bigger than the first one we planted."

Unsure of the taro planting season here, Wu Yue reclaimed new land and continued planting after her previous successful planting.

What she didn't expect was such a big surprise.

Following the slaves, they hurried towards the fields. Upon hearing that the taro was ripe, the tribesmen excitedly ran over, and even the three orc warriors who had stayed behind instead of going out hunting followed with puzzled expressions.

The edge of the field to be dug was surrounded by members of the Snow Tiger tribe, orc warriors from three tribes, and members of the smaller tribes.

Aside from the Snow Tiger tribe members, the members of other tribes were filled with curiosity. What could possibly excite the Snow Tiger tribe, who already had stone houses and plenty of food?

The enthusiasm for taro cultivation has not yet subsided. Although there are already plenty of foods that can be stored for a long time, such as pickled meat and vegetables, the more food the Snow Tiger tribe people, who suffer from hunger year after year, naturally want as much as possible.

Taro was discovered in May. This food, which can be grown on its own and has a very large yield, has long since replaced grass dumplings as the most popular food among the tribes.

So, although Xuehu Wu and the clan chief were overjoyed and excited about this harvest, they suppressed their elation and stood by the field, waiting for Wu Yue to come and share the joy of the harvest.

"Brother, isn't this your tribe's old settlement? Why are you planting so much grass?"

The orc warrior from the Black Wolf tribe looked at the endless grass in front of him, nudged the orc warrior from the Snow Tiger tribe beside him, and asked in confusion.

The orc warriors from the Lion Tribe and Eagle Tribe, who were equally puzzled, also pricked up their ears. To be honest, they were just as confused as the others.

This kind of grass also grows on their tribe's territory, but it's food that wild boars like, so there's no way to make grass balls from it.

The orc warriors of the Snow Tiger tribe glanced at the dense crowd around them and knew that they could no longer hide the fact that their tribe was growing taro.

He proudly raised his chin: "What kind of eyes do you have? Is this grass? This is clearly precious food!"

The orc warrior from the Black Wolf tribe rubbed his eyes and looked at the vast expanse of green again: "Don't bully me just because I come from another tribe. We have plenty of this kind of grass on our territory too. It's what wild boars like to eat."

The Snow Tiger tribe orc who had just spoken gave him an annoyed look: "This food was discovered by Lord Wuyue. The part buried in the ground is the real food, and it's very, very delicious."

As he spoke, he gestured with his hand: "That plant produces a lot of taro, the smallest of which is as big as my palm."

The members of the other tribes, seeing the orc's hand that was bigger than their own faces, became even more convinced that the guy was bragging.

It seemed that the Snow Tiger Tribe had been pretending to have plenty of food all this time, but in reality, the tribe had been reduced to fighting with wild boars for food.

Thinking of this, the orc warriors of the Black Wolf tribe looked at the orc warriors of the Snow Tiger tribe with a hint of pity: "Brother, we will never take advantage of your tribe again. We will exchange our prey for any food we want."

Previously, they thought the Snow Tiger tribe had plenty of food and didn't lack their prey, so they would shamelessly go to the familiar orc warriors to freeload some good food.

But looking back now, I feel a little bitter. The Snow Tiger Tribe was so poor, and we still took advantage of them. It was really wrong of us.

The Snow Tiger Tribe orc warrior, who had just been boasting, turned pale when he saw their pitying looks. He snorted and turned away, refusing to look at these nasty creatures anymore.

When Lord Wuyue arrives and digs out the taro, he'll definitely smash a few of them in their faces.

Not only here, but also in other places along the fields, people from other tribes who didn't know that taro was edible were curiously inquiring about these 'grasses'.

Like the orc warriors of the Black Wolf tribe, they simply did not believe that these grasses were edible.

"Lord Wuyue has arrived!"

Suddenly, an excited roar came from the edge of the noisy field. The tribesmen gathered around the field fell silent instantly. Looking in the direction of the sound, they saw several slaves escorting a small female with bright, watery eyes and a faint smile, as beautiful as the moon in the sky, as she walked quickly towards them.

Snow Tiger Witch had been waiting impatiently for a while, and when she saw Wu Yue coming over, she hurried over.

"Where have you been, you little rascal? Everyone's eager to see the newly planted taro."

Of course, he was the most anxious, but as a shaman, he still had to maintain some composure.

Wu Yue glanced at her shaman with amusement: "I just went to check on the pottery blanks, and when I heard the taro was ripe, I rushed over."

While talking to the shaman, he walked without pausing his steps into the field. A perceptive slave excitedly stepped forward and handed him a stone tool, which they used to dig up taro.

Wu Yue glanced at the tribespeople around her, took a deep breath, and picked up her stone tool to dig.

The stone tool was sharpened to a very sharp point, and it sank deep into the ground the moment it was swung down. With a forceful pull of her arm, Wu Yue pulled out a large clod of earth.

At the same time, what appeared in everyone's sight were taro plants that were about the same length as an orc's arm.

Upon seeing this, Wu Yue's hand holding the stone tool trembled involuntarily. Good heavens, this is ridiculously large!

The slaves nearby quickly stepped forward, cleaned the dug-up taro, and placed it on the ridge of the field.

The laughter of the Snow Tiger Shaman and the Snow Tiger Chieftain had already echoed throughout the fields. The people of the Snow Tiger tribe also reacted, cheering and laughing, and some even started to sob.

This sight left the tribespeople from the outside tribes even more bewildered: "Meow meow meow?"

The diligent slaves had already picked up the few taro roots they had dug up, lit a fire by the edge of the field, and thrown the taro roots into it.

With a bumper taro harvest, Wu Yue was overjoyed: "Let's get moving and try to harvest all the taro as soon as possible."

"Yes!"

The dark-skinned slaves responded in unison. They took the stone tools and baskets that had been prepared beforehand. The males dug, and the females put the dug-up taro into the baskets and carried them to the open ground to dry.

As everyone dug, a rich aroma wafted from the edge of the field.

"The taro is cooked!"

The tribesmen all swallowed hard. Seeing that his shaman was staring intently at the fire, the orc warrior beside the Snow Tiger Shaman wisely stepped forward and took out the taro from inside.

There were clean, large leaves on the ground among the tribesmen. The orc warriors brushed the dust off several taro plants and then broke them in half one by one.

Instantly, the fragrance I had just smelled became even stronger.

Several members of the tribe from outside the tribe couldn't help but swallow hard.

Wow, so wild boars eat this well?

What did they miss before?
The Snow Tiger tribe orc warrior, who had previously been pitied, felt refreshed when he saw the Black Wolf tribe orc warrior beside him staring at the roasted taro and swallowing his saliva.

"It smells good!"

The black wolf orc warrior nodded repeatedly, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed hard. "Delicious!"

"Want some?"

Upon hearing this, the Black Wolf Tribe orc warrior, whose gaze had been fixed on the roasted taro, immediately looked away and then drooled at the Snow Tiger Tribe orc warrior beside him: "I want to!"

The Snow Tiger Tribe orc warrior grinned, revealing a set of large, white teeth: "Trade it for prey!"

Haha, you dared to laugh at their tribe for being pretentious before, now I'm asking you if your faces hurt?

The orc warriors from several tribes froze, then felt their faces burning, and were quite embarrassed.

"Well, let's take a look first, then we'll go hunting."

Goodness, this is a time to quickly learn how to make good use of the opportunity. Their tribe also has this food called taro.

After returning, they drove the wild boars to other places, and the tribe took over that taro field.

Food that smells so good must taste amazing too.

In the afternoon, the three orc warriors from the tribe who had gone out hunting returned. When they heard from their own people that the grass eaten by the wild boar beasts was a very delicious food, they were somewhat skeptical.

But after going to the fields with the villagers, they instantly found it delicious.

Good heavens, so many taro roots can grow under those grasses! What kind of magical food is this?
Tempted by the taro, the orc warriors from the three tribes traded all the prey they had hunted that day for taro.

"Don't touch the sap of uncooked taro, it will cause itching and pain if it gets on you."

The slave who was packing the taro conscientiously provided instructions for use, and the orc warriors from several tribes nodded repeatedly, indicating that they had memorized them.

He showed none of the arrogance he displayed in front of his own tribe's slaves.

The orc warriors of the Snow Tiger tribe seem quite friendly to these slaves, so these outsiders have even less right to act arrogantly.

They happily returned to their lodgings, where orc warriors who had stayed behind had prepared firewood and lit a fire.

One by one, taro was thrown in, and the orc warriors who had gathered around the fire kept swallowing their saliva incessantly.

Only when the taro in the fire began to emit a familiar aroma did the orcs who had seen the Snow Tiger tribe roast taro earlier that day step forward and take out the taro amidst the drooling gazes of the other orcs.

"This thing is dark and murky, is it edible?"

The orc warrior who took out the taro glanced at the orc who spoke, brushed the dust off the taro, and then, like the half-orc warrior before him, broke the taro in half and placed it on the large leaf that had been prepared.

Instantly, the increasingly rich aroma of roasted taro spread through the air.

Good heavens, the surrounding orc warriors all grabbed half of it.

One bite, and it's soft, sweet, and incredibly delicious.

The orc warriors found it delicious and quickly swallowed the roasted taro in their hands, their green eyes then eyeing the remaining taro.

After a flurry of activity, the orc warriors were all stuffed with food.

"Good heavens, we've been watching these delicious foods get destroyed by wild boars before."

The orc warrior from the Lion Tribe rubbed his stomach and sighed with regret.

The orc warriors of the other two tribes shared the same sorrow.

"I've decided to go back to my tribe in a few days."

The orc warriors of the Black Wolf tribe looked at the few taro roots left at the bottom of their baskets with determined eyes.

(End of this chapter)