Quick Transmigration: Reversing the Life of a Cannon Fodder Female Supporting Character

That night, Ye woke up hungry: "Cough cough, is there anything to eat?"

She raised her hand and it landed right on the falcon hunter's thigh.

"Yes, I made you some fish soup."

"Bring me a bowl first. Do you have any roast meat?" Ye felt she needed a big piece of meat to soothe her empty stomach.

"Grill it right away, you drink the soup first." Hu Qing handed the fish soup to Ying Junlie, indicating that he should feed her, while she went to cut the meat into thin slices and grill it on a stone slab.

After eating and drinking their fill, Ye leaned against Eagle Hunter to comfort his two frightened companions: "It's nothing, I just spoke a few words with the totem spirit."

"You're not a sorcerer, how could the totem spirit seek you out?"

"Because I know witchcraft but not magic." The totem spirit cannot teach directly.

"Should we teach them about heated brick beds and chili peppers?" the falcon hunter asked.

"Teach, go and trade. Ask what you want, and also ask the sheep tribe what wild vegetables they eat." Ye didn't know what to ask the sheep tribe for. As for prey, the beastmen considered hunting for their partners a life skill, and the wild animals that the sheep tribe could hunt might not be of interest to her two partners.

"Alright, the sheep tribe is quite skillful. I'll have them make you a few sets of clothes." Eagle Hunter first came up with a deal.

"Okay." Ye Wuke agreed indifferently. Their totem spirit had given them benefits, and the reward for the people was to make them feel that they didn't have to pay a price.

After settling down near the sheep tribe, Ye began to study the ancient method of pottery making. First, she took fine river mud and soil from various places, and processed each type separately. First, she weathered it, and then she filtered it. In this step, she divided each type of soil in half, filtering one part and not filtering the other part, and finally kneading the clay.

Behind the sheep, there was a row of mud pits, each marked with a sign.

The sheep tribe shaman didn't know what the mud was for; she was first interested in the written word.

"What is this?"

"This is a method of recording," Ye said, intentionally guiding the reader to read the text aloud.

"Wow, that's amazing! Can you teach us?" The transmission of shamanic skills is instantaneous, but knowledge of herbs is passed down orally.

"I believe you should create your own writing system instead of learning these existing ones." In her original world, the writing system evolved step by step from pictographs, a verifiable lineage, not a system that suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

The ram shaman stared in surprise at the female before him: "Our own? What, um, created?"

"For example, using knots to record events." Ye picked up a vine and tied a knot: "This knot represents that you know what writing is."

"For example, what do you think a sheep should be like?" Ye picked up a twig and drew a simple sheep's head on the ground with two horns.

The ram shaman objected: "No, these horns resemble those of a calf; adult rams should have much longer horns."

Ye crossed out his drawing and handed her the branch: "You can try it yourself."

What she wants to do is not to force knowledge into them, but to guide them to develop themselves step by step. A knowledge system that is parachuted in and has no foundation is difficult to be fully recognized and is easily abandoned by the wheels of history.

The shaman was drawing crookedly with a twig in her hand. Ye told her not to rush, because the formation of writing takes a long time and cannot be completed in one generation.

Even these rows of mud pits were intentionally designed to guide her. She had learned the ancient method of firing pottery, and although her skills were not yet proficient, she could already tell which type of clay was easier to work with after kneading it. However, she still wanted to try firing each type, just to let them know that there are many ways to reach each destination.

After the clay was prepared, Ye asked her partner to make the ceramic bowl for her. She rolled the clay into long strips, coiled them around, smoothed them out, and then placed them in a cool, shady place to dry.

Hu Qing carefully molded a round clay bowl in the same way as the stone bowl, but the next second, the edge of the bowl broke because he used too much force.

"Ye~" Hu Qing said aggrievedly.

"It's okay, just make another one." She offered a half-hearted reassurance, then handed him another lump of clay.

The goat witch put down the branch and leaned closer: "Can I make one?"

"Sure, make one according to your idea."

Sheep Witch had better control over her strength than Tiger Green, and she cleverly made a small bowl, a size that was easier to succeed with.

The next shape she drew wasn't a bowl, but a solid eagle-like beast. It didn't quite resemble an eagle, but you could tell it was a beast in the air because she had drawn feather shapes with twigs.

The falcon, still in its beast form, poked its head forward: "Is this me?"

"I wanted to sculpt a likeness of you, but it doesn't look very similar."

The sheep shaman looked over: "Can we burn the sheep tribe?"

"If I can mold it, I can burn it, but I don't know if it will be successful."

In one day, all the processed clay had not been shaped into various forms. It was placed in a cool place. Ye then found a place and had a simple kiln built for him. He put the dried clay utensils into the kiln.

"Keep it burning, the fire must not be extinguished for three days." Ye stretched and handed over the task of firing the kiln to the sheep tribe.

For the next three days, Ye did not appear again, nor did her two partners, because their females were in heat again.

On the morning of the fourth day, Ye, looking languid, was carried by Hu Qing to the front of the now-extinguished earthen kiln.

"Let's open the kiln." Ye instructed the sheep-tribe orcs to carefully break open the sealed kiln, and after the heat dissipated, they took out the items one by one.

The outermost layer was all cracked, including the one that didn't resemble an eagle's image. The eagle hunter carefully cradled the three-part 'bird' with its wings. Of the several bowls Hu Qing made, only one was successfully fired. Ye looked at the mark Hu Qing made with a twig: "Only this one of yours was successful, and it still has cracks."

It shouldn't be needed for long.

Hu Qing cherished it, holding the light bowl and gently tapping it with his fingertips.

The Sheep Clan's skillful hands are not just a saying; she has a very high success rate in making tools, second only to Ye's.

The pottery was passed around among the sheep-tribe orcs, and someone asked, "What's the point of making all this stuff after all these days? Aren't stone bowls just as useful?"

The shaman scolded, "Don't talk nonsense!"

After speaking, she carefully observed Ye's expression. She could sense that what Ye taught was very useful, but she couldn't quite put her finger on why.

Ye waved his hand, not angry: "Whether something is useful or not depends on your needs. If you think it's useless, then don't make it."

She was just trying to figure out what skills would be useful to the natives of this world. She had learned some herbal knowledge in other worlds, but the plants in each world are different, so this could only guide her to some effective processing methods.

However, she did not intend to teach the entire sheep tribe, as she could not allow them to become too powerful. Moreover, it was not a good thing for a tribe with weak fighting strength to control too many things.