The vicious female Ye Youcha, who is in Shura Field every day

Chapter 285
After Su Xiyue finished speaking, she turned to leave.

Mu Han suddenly grabbed her wrist, his golden eyes dark and unfathomable in the moonlight: "I'm not..."

"Not what?"

She shook off his hand, her voice colder than the night wind, "Isn't it that you can't let her go? Wasn't it that you ran away back to the Winged Tiger Tribe for her?"

"I can't let her go."

Mu Han's Adam's apple bobbed, his knuckles clenched so tightly they turned white: "I just..."

The words caught in his throat.

What should he say? That he saw through Chu Youyou's true colors?
It is said that after leaving the Winged Tiger Tribe, he wandered around for several days, thinking only of the moments he shared with her when he was a cub.
The night wind swirled fallen leaves past Su Xiyue's skirt, and she suddenly bent down and leaned closer.

Mu Han's breath hitched as the silvery moonlight shone directly on the corners of her upturned lips.

It was someone he had never seen before, someone with an unprecedented coldness.

"do you know?"

Su Xiyue bent down to look at him, lightly lifting his chin with her fingers: "I don't care if there is someone in your heart, what I care about is whether you are loyal. You can leave without a word this time, and you can betray me for other reasons next time. I will not joke with my own life."

Mu Han's golden eyes suddenly narrowed in the moonlight. The words "I don't care" were sharper than any blade, cutting off his unfinished confession right in his throat.

"I swear in the name of the Beast God."

He suddenly held up three fingers, his Adam's apple bobbing as he spoke in a hoarse voice: "If you leave again without permission, if you dare to do anything that is detrimental to you, may I be devoured by a thousand beasts."

Su Xiyue was stunned for a moment. Orcs were extremely superstitious about their beast god, and once they swore an oath in the name of the beast god, they would never betray him.

But Mu Han, this orc, had too much on his mind; there was Chu Youyou, and there was also the Winged Tiger Tribe…

Although the system said that Mu Han's current favorability towards her was 90, which had surpassed his favorability towards Chu Youyou, she was still not entirely at ease keeping him by her side.

The main problem is that she has too many secrets, and the wolf tribe is still in the development stage.

She wasn't sure if Mu Han would tell the Winged Tiger Tribe after seeing those things, which would then cause trouble for the Wolf Tribe.

But since he made the vow, he probably won't.

She stared at him for a long time, then finally sighed softly, "Remember your vow. Tomorrow morning, go with Xuanming to dig for clay; I want to build a furnace."

Mu Han's tense shoulders visibly relaxed, and his golden eyes gleamed slightly in the moonlight: "Okay."

The next day, just as dawn broke, the open space to the east of the tribe was already piled high with hematite and clay.

Xuanming was directing several orcs to repeatedly pound the clay, sweat dripping down his bronze chest.

"Add some more chopped straw!"

Su Xiyue squatted beside the pile of clay, rubbing her fingers to check the moisture, "This will prevent it from cracking during firing."

Mu Han silently carried over a bundle of dry grass and deftly chopped it up with a stone knife.

He moved quickly, mixing the chopped grass evenly into the clay, his arm muscles taut with each movement, creating smooth lines.

"Yue'er."

Ye Ling suddenly appeared, her silver eyes sweeping over Mu Han, "The priest wants to discuss the house with you."

Su Xiyue patted the dirt off her hands and stood up. Before leaving, she pointed to the circular markings drawn on the ground: "Build the inner wall according to this size, and remember to leave ventilation openings."

After she walked away, Xuanming nudged Mu Han with his elbow: "Hey, where did you sneak off to?"

Mu Han paused for a moment, then continued working with his head down: "Winged Tiger Tribe."

"Tsk, still thinking about that female?"

Xuanming pursed his lips, "If you ask me..."

"Shut up and get to work."

Qingzhu coldly tossed over a bundle of rattan, "The molds must be finished by noon."

……

Here, Su Xiyue arrived at the priest's hut, lifted the animal skin curtain, and went inside.

She discovered that her father, Su Lie, and Bai Qi were also there. The three of them sat around a stone table, on which lay the system blueprint she had originally given them.

There was a stone slab on the side, and the priest was sketching something on it with a charcoal pencil.

His aged finger pointed to the central area: "The granary needs to be raised by half a meter so that it won't get damp during the rainy season."

"Father, Master."

She walked over and saw that the blueprint showed the layout of the tribe's new houses. "Is this a change to the housing plan?"

Su Lie looked up, his rough hands rubbing against the edge of the stone table: "We're discussing separating the smelting area into a separate zone."

He pointed to the newly added square marker in the southeast corner, "It's close to the water source and downwind."

Bai Qi's fox tail subtly curled up to bring a wooden stool for her to sit on.

He lightly tapped a spot on the drawing with his fingertip: "The furnace produces a lot of smoke and dust, so it's best to keep it away from residential areas."

He suddenly frowned as he spoke, "But being too far away is not conducive to guarding."

Suddenly, a clanging and knocking sound came from outside.

Through the crack in the window, one could see more than twenty orcs building a wall, the blue bricks gleaming damply in the sunlight.

Two young orcs carried a wooden frame past, on which newly fired tiles were drying, making a crisp sound as they collided.

"I have an idea."

Su Xiyue picked up a charcoal pencil and drew a small circle next to the smelting area. "Build a high wall around it, and stick broken pottery shards or some poisonous vines on top."

Several more lines extended from the pen tip, "Leaving two exits, guarding them day and night in shifts."

The priest's cloudy eyes lit up, and he clapped his hands and exclaimed, "This is a good method! It can keep out wild animals as well as thieves!"

Bai Qi smiled gently, but his fingertips lightly pulled the charcoal pencil away: "It can also keep out those blind spies."

His fox-like eyes swept over her clay-covered fingers. "Are you done with the furnace?"

He casually handed over a damp animal cloth.

"Ye Ling is watching."

Su Xiyue took the damp animal-shaped towel and wiped her hands. "The clay is ready. We can start building the furnace this afternoon." The priest stroked his beard and nodded. "Building the furnace in the southeast corner is the most suitable, as the wind direction is stable there."

Suddenly, a commotion broke out outside.

Feng Chi and Feng Li, along with Bao Fu and more than a dozen orcs, returned to the tribe, each carrying four or five wicker baskets and hampers on their backs, all filled with heavy brass ore.

When Leopard Fu saw Ye Ling and Mo Lin, he immediately knew that his master had returned.

He threw the brass ore he was carrying on his back to the ground, and with a flash of white light, he instantly transformed from a spotted leopard into a handsome and tall beastman.

"Master, come out quickly!"

He shouted excitedly at the top of his lungs, "We've found a lot of brass ore at the foot of the cliffs north of the Winged Tiger tribe!"

His loud voice drew everyone's attention, and they all turned their gaze toward Bao Fu.

Mu Han, who was working, stopped abruptly.

Chalcopyrite? The cliffs north of the Winged Tiger tribe?

He suddenly remembered hearing some noise on the cliff north of the Winged Tiger tribe that night, and at the time he thought it was a wild animal hiding there.

It turns out that Leopard Rich and his gang were secretly mining.

He looked up at the noisy area and saw heavy wicker baskets and carrying baskets carelessly thrown on the ground, with the brass ore inside rolling around inside.

"This is chalcopyrite?"

Mu Han was stunned for a moment, his expression extremely astonished.

Such a treasure was hidden beneath the northern cliff where the Winged Tiger tribe had lived for generations, yet the tribespeople regarded it as just an ordinary rock.

Surprisingly, no one has ever recognized him.

Mu Han felt extremely conflicted. He already knew the uses of chalcopyrite, which was said to be able to extract copper and make very practical copper utensils.

It's understandable that the other members of the tribe didn't recognize him.

But why have I never heard Yunzhu and Youyou mention this?
Yunzhu and Youyou both received guidance from the Beast God, just like Su Xiyue. There's no reason why Su Xiyue should know this while they shouldn't.

Could it be that it was simply not discovered?
Su Xiyue was in the priest's shed when she heard Bao Fu's loud voice, and her lips twitched.

Then he lifted the curtain and went outside.

She spotted forty or fifty wicker baskets and carrying baskets piled up in the open space of the tribe, all filled to the brim with brass ore, scattered about, some even spilling out.

Leopard and his group had secretly transported back a lot of goods, which were all stored in the tribe's designated warehouse.

These were all dug up last night.

Su Xiyue walked quickly toward the pile of brass ore, squatted down, picked up a piece, and examined it carefully.

The ore gleams with a golden-red luster under the sunlight, and fine metallic particles can be seen on its cross-section.

"The purity is good, better than expected."

She ran her fingers along the surface of the ore, a faint smile playing on her lips.

Ye Ling walked over, her silver eyes sweeping over the pile of ore, a rare look of satisfaction appearing on her usually stern face: "Yue'er, should we rebuild the furnace?"
"That's for sure. Different ores require different furnaces for refining and forging, and the required temperatures and conditions are different, but their structures are roughly the same."

She put the chalcopyrite back in her hand and patted the crumbs off her hands.

He then looked at Ye Ling and continued, "First, build the hematite furnace according to the original plan. After these farm tools are made, we will build a new furnace specifically for chalcopyrite. Malachite can also be refined at the same time."

Ye Ling nodded slightly, then turned to the beastmen who were carrying clay and said in a deep voice, "Clear a clearing in the southeast corner to prepare for building the furnace foundation."

More than ten orcs immediately put down their work, picked up stone shovels, and began clearing the open space.

The rubble, weeds, and other miscellaneous items were quickly gathered aside, revealing the smooth layer of yellow soil underneath.

Feng Chi dusted himself off and suddenly walked to Su Xiyue's side, lowering his voice to say, "Master, Chu Youyou has been quite the star lately."

Seeing this, Feng Li also came over and laughed, "Several beastmen from the surrounding large tribes are pursuing her, and the gifts they send fill half the room. She can't be happier."

Su Xiyue's lips curled slightly as she glanced at Mu Han, who was looking in their direction from a distance.

She deliberately raised her voice: "Looks like she's doing well?"

"Not only is it good, but it's also quite good."

Feng Chi stroked his beard and said, "I heard that the young master of the Mad Lion Tribe personally hunted a saber-toothed tiger to please her, and even polished the tiger's teeth into a bone hairpin to give to her."

"Cough cough!"

Feng Li suddenly coughed heavily.

Mu Han had already approached without anyone noticing, his golden eyes extremely gloomy.

He silently followed several orcs as they gathered up the messy items in the southeast corner.

Su Xiyue seemed oblivious to Mu Han's gloomy expression and turned around nonchalantly: "Ye Ling, arrange for people to transport those brass ore to the newly built warehouse."

"it is good."

Ye Ling nodded slightly and then arranged for the orcs to move the brass ore.

As dusk fell, the newly built smelting area was completed.

As Su Xiyue walked in, she heard a series of clanging and banging sounds.

Mu Han was forging iron anvils with several orcs, his bronze back gleaming in the firelight.

His hammer swings were clean and precise, each strike landing precisely on the red-hot iron block.

"He's quite skilled."

Bai Qi followed behind her, his beautiful fox-like eyes sweeping over Mu Han, who was sweating profusely as he hammered iron, his gentle voice carrying a rare hint of appreciation.

Su Xiyue withdrew her gaze from Mu Han, a faint smile curving her lips: "The number one warrior of the Winged Tiger Tribe is not a name without merit."

For three whole days, the clanging and banging sounds from the smelting area were incessant.

The first batch of iron farm tools was finally completed: twenty hoes, fifteen shovels, ten axes, and six large iron pots.

Su Xiyue raised the newly forged kitchen knife, its sharp blade gleaming coldly in the sunlight.

With a gentle stroke, the thick vine snapped in two.

(End of this chapter)